Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 458 Five paintings? One face!!
The feeling of suffocation gushed out from the mirror like a polar cold wave. The cold air, wrapped in an invisible sense of oppression, tightly strangled Zhang Liyu's throat.

Her lungs felt like they were filled with mercury, and every futile gasp caused a tearing pain in her chest.

When faced with this kind of drowning-like fear, ordinary people would instinctively retreat and run away - just like Zhang Liyou did in the past.

But at this moment, she was swimming upstream like a possessed person, embracing fear regardless of everything.

Her eyes were as big as bells. If she hadn't been worried that Luo Ji might open his eyes at any time, she would have wanted to put her face close to the mirror and look at it intently.

It was as if the gallery in the mirror had an irresistible attraction for her.

This abnormal courage, like a spark bursting out of despair, guides her future direction.

"Could this mirror be my chance?" Zhang Liyu thought suddenly.

She stared, her soul seemed to be sucked into the gallery in the mirror.

The first thing that engulfed her sight was a huge, horrifying painting.

Countless pale bones rose from the ground and pierced into the sky like an inverted rainstorm.

Each of those bones was as big as a mountain, and the jagged joints were covered with hideous barbs. They were entangled and stacked together, forming a forest of white bones that looked like an inverted sky.

The most terrifying thing is the crazy will contained in these bones - they don't look like dead objects, but rather like some kind of living, hungry monsters, hysterically wanting to poke a hole in the sky.

Like a landslide or a tsunami, it is unstoppable, and the whole picture exudes the coldness and hardness of metal that is indestructible.

When her gaze was drawn into the second painting, the whole world seemed to suddenly fall into a vacuum.

It was an abyss with no bottom in sight. Absolute silence had solidified here, and even time seemed to be frozen.

There was no sound of wind, no breathing, only a pitch-black darkness that swallowed everything.

And what filled the dark abyss... was either a shadow so huge that it was beyond comprehension, or the overlap of countless distorted shadows.

He or they are wriggling in the abyss with their claws and fangs bared, their outlines sometimes merging and sometimes splitting, as if they will crawl out of the abyss in the next second and drag the world outside the painting into the belly of the abyss.

My sight was roughly drawn to the third painting - above the sky, a pair of huge black pupils were overlooking everything.

Those eyes were like two collapsing cosmic black holes, with twisted edges swallowing up all light.

And deep in those abyss-like pupils, countless scarlet magatama were spinning in a strange rhythm.

Each magatama reflects a myriad of contradictory scenes:

The fragmented ruins and wreckage, the steel city of civilized order;
Twisted and wailing monsters, laughing and joking humanoids;

Endless mountain of corpses, quiet and peaceful countryside
These images are constantly reorganized in a kaleidoscopic cycle, blooming with a dizzying and eerie beauty.

As soon as Zhang Liyu's gaze met those eyes, she felt dizzy and her entire soul was about to be sucked in.

She hastily looked away, only to find that the gallery in front of her was extending infinitely—the picture frames were multiplying like cancer cells, densely filling her field of vision.

The deeper you go, the more distorted and deformed the picture frames become, eventually melting into a chaotic block of color that becomes impossible to see clearly.

Zhang Liyu endured the pain in her head that felt like it was exploding, and tried to open her bloodshot eyes wide. Finally, before her consciousness collapsed, she managed to recognize the two paintings closest to her:
In the left frame, sticky blood rain is pouring down from the broken sky.

Every drop of blood split into millions of tiny blood thorns in mid-air, piercing the entire world and dyeing it red.

In the right frame, a terrifying giant mouth is opening exaggeratedly, slowly crushing a blue planet into its throat.

On the surface of the planet, one could still see the lights of civilization fleeing like ants, and at the corners of the giant mouth there appeared an almost human-like smile of joy.

Zhang Liyu felt like her consciousness was about to collapse. Compared to the horrific frames displayed in the mirror gallery, Feng Yuhuai, the scientists, and the [Mask], all the weirdness they displayed became insignificant.

It's like the difference between a world famous painting and a baby's doodle.

Zhang Liyu felt in a daze that her resistance threshold to terror and weirdness would be almost infinitely improved in the future.

Ordinary monsters would never move her in the slightest.

click-

Suddenly, a crisp sound woke Zhang Liyu up from her thoughts. Her pupils suddenly shrank into needle points, and she saw a crack appearing on the surface of the mirror, with tiny glass fragments falling down.

"The mirror is going to break?!!"

Zhang Liyou quickly took a last look in the mirror, her eyes quickly scanning the paintings she had just looked at.

At the bottom of the frame are the names of the paintings.

She looked at them one by one:
The first one has the three characters "Iron Throne" carved on the bottom, with the strokes sticking out like bones;
The second one is [Nightmare of the Curtain], the words are like creeping shadows;

The words on the third piece of paper [The Eye of Reincarnation] reflected a strange light;

The second half of the fourth painting [Blood.] is covered;

The last few words of the fifth painting [Of the Gods] are already in pieces.

As she tried desperately to identify it, the entire gallery suddenly twisted and deformed - as if the painting was grasped by an invisible giant hand, all the frames exploded into colorful whirlpools of paint at the same time.

Those chaotic blocks of color swirled wildly in the mirror, gradually outlining a creepy outline - a human face taking shape.

The lines of the facial features are sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, just like a painter repeatedly revising a draft.

And above this unfinished face, a line of words slowly emerged.

Only one word emerged - [life...]!

In an instant, all the words disappeared like smoke, and the blurry face with only its outline also disappeared.

The strange gallery in the mirror seemed to have never existed, leaving only an empty mirror surface covered with spider-web cracks, each of which was spreading silently.

Zhang Liyu stared at the broken mirror in a daze.

She couldn't comprehend what she had just witnessed - the truth of the gallery, the meaning of the paintings, the origin of the unfinished face, all of which were like flowers through the fog.

But Zhang Liyou just felt something was awe-inspiring and felt like she had undergone some kind of transformation.

This is not an increase in power, but a more fundamental and subtle change.

Just like a drop of ink falling into a clear spring, although it is diluted beyond trace in an instant, it changes the nature of the water forever.

It was as if she had been tainted with some indescribable greatness, even if it was only a little bit, it made her whole person…
That’s right, that was the word that appeared at the end of that person’s face - [Life]!

Zhang Liyu suddenly had an irrational realization:

"I can't explain it, but I feel like my [life] has changed, like I went from being a soldier being mowed down by a dragon in a game to a brave man who will one day slay a dragon?!!"

Zhang Liyu couldn't describe the feeling clearly, but she did have a strong feeling. She was very excited and surprised:

"The most important thing is, apart from a little headache and a little swelling in my eyes, I don't seem to have paid any price, eh?"

(End of this chapter)