this infinite world

Chapter 1196 I haven’t lost yet…I haven’t lost yet!

"Damn it, damn it...how could this happen!"

It was still the same dark room, the same familiar computer, and the same familiar person...

Under the dim light, a young man sat in front of a computer desk. His five fingers were throbbing with veins, almost trembling in the air, hovering over the noisy mechanical keyboard. The computer screen emitted a dazzling white light, which made the young man's deep eye sockets even deeper, as if they were two bottomless black holes; and the words that jumped, appeared, and kept increasing on the screen were like the soul being swallowed by the black hole...

When the last line of text froze on the screen, ending the plot of this chapter, the young man's emotions were like a string that had been touched, tense to the extreme. He suddenly grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it at the wall in front of him without hesitation!

"Click——"

The sound of broken glass resounded throughout the room, echoing the anger in the young man's heart. The cup of hot coffee that had just been brewed exploded on the wall like a black bomb, leaving claw marks like a beast. The steaming coffee slowly flowed along the wall and finally spilled all over the floor.

The flying glass fragments were like bullets that had lost their direction. Several of them grazed the young man's cheeks, leaving a few bloody marks...

But the young man turned a blind eye to the wound on his cheek at this moment, his heart was filled with uncontrollable anger. He didn't care about the mess in front of him, nor did he care about his own scars. He just roared angrily in this small space like a trapped beast, using all his strength to swing his limbs wildly, trying to release all the dissatisfaction, disappointment and anger in his heart...

…It was not until a long time later that the dark room finally returned to silence, leaving only the sound of a beast-like breathing.

"It shouldn't be like this."

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded in the room. Yang Ji, who was exhausted and lying on the bed, suddenly said to himself, and next to him was a pillow that he had torn in half in anger, with feathers flying all over the place: "It shouldn't be like this."

Yang Ji never expected that even though he did not hesitate to make a decision that went against his ancestors and deliberately modified the already completed chapters, which made the strength of all members of the Demon Team break through the limit and rise to a higher level, the Demon Team still lost to the Zhongzhou Team...

Moreover, this was not just an ordinary failure, but a complete defeat in which one person did not win a single game!

—— Damn, Team Demon, how can you be so useless? How can you be so useless?

When seeing the results of the battles between the various parties revealed one after another, Yang Ji's first reaction was disbelief. But when he thought that he had misread the results due to staying up late for too long, the new chapters would always give him another blow... By the end, Yang Ji's expression was almost the same as the GIF of the "What? Forty to Zero?" emoticon.

Lost money.

This is the final result of Yang Ji's gamble of risking everything, even helping the Demon Team to cheat.

Even though the two focus battles between Zheng Zha and his clone Zheng Zha, and between Chu Xuan and his clone Chu Xuan have not yet been decided, Yang Ji has already anticipated the outcome of this "final battle" that determines the position of the protagonist - the Demon Team is doomed, and the Zhongzhou Team is destined to win this final battle and reach the top of the main god space.

Two unfinished battles, so what? Regardless of the fact that the two sides were at the same level, were the rest of the Zhongzhou team just sitting there doing nothing? Even if the Demon Team's clones Zheng Zha and Chu Xuan could win, it would be a miserable victory. By then, the rest of the Zhongzhou team would rush forward, and in the end, only the Zhongzhou team would win... Only the Zhongzhou team!

——Zhongzhou team, Zhongzhou team, Zhongzhou team...!
——Fuck, why is it still the Zhongzhou team! Why is it always the Zhongzhou team!
If the battle in Resident Evil 2 was a victory where the Zhongzhou team, with the help of Yang Yun, defeated the strong with the weak and won the victory with deliberate planning despite heavy casualties, then the final battle in Resident Evil 3 was a fair victory... Even without Yang Yun making a move and without any sophisticated layout, the Zhongzhou team achieved a complete hard power crushing of the Demon Team.

...There is no excuse, no reason, just overwhelming force with hard power.

Thinking of this, Yang Ji's anger could not be stopped from burning again. He vented his anger by picking up the torn pillow from beside him, and then, without using his hands, he just used his teeth to tear it apart, until his mouth was full of things and he made a series of vomiting sounds... Even though his speech was slurred, his mental state was obviously not right, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were red, Yang Ji was still cursing frantically, as if he was having an epileptic seizure: "Ha, protagonist, protagonist, protagonist...!"

"No, I don't accept it... Why can you win happily in the end without knowing anything? Why should I, who did so many things in secret, give up the victory to others?"

"In this case, wouldn't all my calculations, plans, and arrangements over the past ten years be completely in vain?!"

"No, I won't accept it. I won't accept it!"

Yang Ji's inarticulate roar echoed in the dark room like a ghost from the underworld. At this moment, he was obviously in a state of madness.

Suddenly, the young man seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "That's right, I can't lose, I absolutely can't lose..."

"Zhang Heng must have done something... Zhang Heng must have done something in secret... Otherwise, how could I lose? How could I lose?"

"How could I possibly lose to a guy like this who has nothing but superpowers?"

"How could I possibly... lose to a loser? Lose to a dog!?"

Yang Ji yelled, and then he jumped down from the messy bed. He didn't care about the coffee on the floor, and let the broken glass cut his feet into bloody marks. He just grabbed the phone on the table and dialed a number that he hadn't contacted for a long time, and he never deleted it, but it was just lying quietly in his address book...

"beep--"

"Answer it, answer it, answer it...!"

He ignored the coffee flowing slowly on the wall, soaking the socket that had been working for a long time, and ignored the power cord that happened to be cut by the broken glass just now, revealing the contents inside. Yang Ji was just anxiously waiting for the call he had made, until the call was finally connected, and the extremely familiar, but extremely sleepy voice came from the other end -

"Hello? You called me, what on earth do you want to do—"

"Haha, Zhang Heng!"

"I haven't lost yet... I haven't lost yet!"

“I—Ah!!!”

Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe not, at the moment when Yang Ji was overjoyed, the computer that had been working for too long finally couldn't bear the burden, and a series of electric sparks burst out, causing the socket to short-circuit instantly. And these electric sparks were transmitted to Yang Ji's feet along the flowing coffee. In just a moment, the young man's eyes went black, and then...

"boom!"

(End of this chapter)