Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 457 [Iron Throne]? Look hard in the mirror!!!

"Science is powerful, but in the final analysis, evil sacrifice is still superior!"

After escaping death again and realizing the belief of being the "chosen one", Feng Yuhuai has been hiding at the foot of the wall and watching.

There wasn't even the slightest selfish thought in her mind that her boyfriend would hold the scientist back while she escaped first.

Even though [Mask] seemed to be in trouble several times along the way, Feng Yuhuai did not move at all.

This is completely different from her behavior when she ruthlessly abandoned Yang Tuo and escaped.

It can be seen that [Mask] is Feng Yuhuai’s true love!

(Yang Tuo: “I’m already dead, but I still need to be dragged out to be whipped?!)
Feng Yuhuai raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a proud smile:
"Sure enough, my boyfriend won in the end!"

In the dark tube, Cuicui clenched her fists, her nails digging deeply into her palms.

She felt powerless, and a strong sense of fear and despair surged in her heart:

"Feng Yuhuai is a monster in human skin, and her boyfriend is an even scarier monster. How can we kill her?"

Zhang Liyue bit her lips tightly and licked her own blood with the tip of her tongue.

The strange thing was that she was extremely calm inside, as if all her emotions had been drained away.

She was numb.

Or, it can also be called...enlightenment.

"No one else can kill this monster Feng Yuhuai. No one else can be trusted. I must abandon all my fantasies. If I want to kill her, I can only rely on myself!"

"But I'm just an ordinary high school student. Can I deal with such a monster?"

The experience of that day kept flashing back in her mind like a nightmare:
Man-eating monsters, strange shadows, morbid scientists... This world is far from as simple as she learned in books.

"Since the world has become so strange."

Zhang Liyu's gaze gradually became firm, and hope began to grow in her heart. This hope was not for other monsters, but for herself.

"If that's the case, then the way to gain power is definitely not limited to martial arts. In the future, I need to change my perspective, or even change my way of living, to re-understand the world."

Zhang Liyou took a deep breath and slowly looked around.

This dark sewer is filled with a pungent stench of decay. Every shadow seems to hide unknown dangers and infinite possibilities.

She felt like she was in a huge maze, and the exit might be in some unexpected corner.

“The opportunity will definitely come, and it must be somewhere. Maybe it’s already right next to me.”

For some unknown reason, Zhang Liyu turned her head and glanced at Luo Ji.

Luo Ji was seen holding a mirror tightly in his hand. The mirror was simple and old, like an antique dug out from a tomb.

A series of questions arose in her mind:
"When did Luo Ji take out the mirror again? Did he take it out from his pocket? Why did he take out a mirror at this time? Who did he want to look at with the mirror?"

Luo Ji's face was distorted and pale as paper. An ominous black mist lingered at his forehead, and turbid bloodshot spread wildly in his pupils. His hands were shaking violently and uncontrollably. The veins on the half of his arm exposed under his sleeves were bulging, and they were wriggling under his skin like earthworms. Beads of sweat rolled down his tense muscles, creating tiny splashes on the mirror.

His eyes were tightly closed, not opening at all.

At first, countless [masks] slowly emerged on the mirror, and the fate of the [ghost] was uniformly marked on the top of each head.

[Ghost]?

[Shadow of the Curtain]?

Before Luo Ji could analyze the connection between the two destinies, the illusions in the mirror shattered like bubbles.

Then, the mirror reflected a brand new [Mask].

Yes, Luo Ji was the first person in the audience to see through the true identity of [Mask], even earlier than the scientists who were the first to be affected.

Because, the [fate] on the [mask]'s head is neither [curtain shadow] nor [ghost shadow], and it is not even a [fate], but...
One after another, like building blocks piled up by invisible hands, they pressed one on top of the other, piling up higher and higher on top of [Mask].

Luo Ji didn't have time to count them carefully. He just took a quick glance at the [Fate] that appeared at the bottom, and then he felt his head buzzing, as if it was hit hard by a heavy hammer, and a violent tremor came over him.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot and swollen, and twitched wildly in their sockets, as if the eyeballs had suddenly come alive and were desperately trying to escape from this body that was recklessly dying.

And the name of that fate is - [Iron Throne]!

Then, Luo Ji turned his eyes away in horror, not daring to even look at the [Fate] superimposed on it.

Luo Ji was very sensible and backed off. He instinctively wanted to move the mirror, but the moment he exerted force to turn it, the entire mirror suddenly became extremely heavy.

His wrists cracked from exerting too much force, and his knuckles turned pale, but the mirror didn't move at all, as if it was welded to the air.

It was as if there were a pair of greedy eyes hidden in the mirror, just like a hungry ghost staring at a table full of sumptuous feast, his eyes were full of obsession and reluctance, locked on the table, unwilling to move away at all.

Luo Ji was horrified: "Has this mirror been seduced by the [mask]?"

His hair stood on end and he closed his eyes decisively - his two eyeballs cooperated unusually and pulled down the "curtain" with a "swish", pretending to be dead and motionless, and his vision instantly fell into darkness.

Because of this, Luo Ji missed the next scene where bones grew in the palm of [Mask].

Otherwise, he would have screamed hysterically in the depths of his consciousness:

"Could it be that [Mask] is also an apostle blessed by our Lord?!"

Luo Ji didn't dare to look in the mirror, but Zhang Liyou took advantage of the moment when Luo Ji closed his eyes and stared into the mirror with wide eyes.

Her pupils shrank sharply in shock - where was the figure of [Mask] in the mirror?
Instead, another picture, two, three, four, five... huge, strange, thrilling and terrifying pictures were projected.

These images are stacked up layer upon layer in the mirror, and each one is distorted and deformed, as if trying to break through the constraints of the mirror.

Zhang Liyu's breathing stopped unconsciously. She was horrified to see that the images in the mirror were increasing at an astonishing geometric multiple, as if these images had life and were multiplying on their own.

In a blink of an eye, they filled the entire space in the mirror, forming a winding, twisted, gloomy and terrifying gallery.

Zhang Liyu opened her mouth into an "O" shape. She didn't understand what the image in the mirror meant. She just felt a strange feeling of suffocation overflowing from the mirror...
(End of this chapter)