Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 486 Evil comes with evil consequences
"The outcome is already decided. I am truly amazed that you could cause me so much trouble, Lu Chongming. But this world is a result-oriented world."

Wang Shizhong laughed, "My merit reserves are countless. I just need to wait for these injuries to heal slowly. As for you, that metal sphere created you, but without it you are nothing. Not only your life, but you can no longer generate electrical energy... Oh dear, sorry, your weapons are all unusable now that you're out of your hands. What a pity..."

Lu Chongming slowly raised his head and just looked at him silently.

"You'll probably die soon, but out of respect for you, I'll personally help you find peace once I've recovered. Die with this honor, Lu Chongming. I acknowledge your worth as my final trial..."

Wang Shizhong turned his head to the side, already displaying the posture of a victor.

Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation on my neck.

This is... electric current?
“You should be the one to go before I die,” Lu Chongming said firmly.

Wang Shizhong suddenly saw something in the distance, as if it were flying back.

That was... the short sword that Lu Chongming had just flung away!
Why did it fly back now? Can it be manipulated by thought like Song Liang's armor plates? Or does it have some other characteristic that he doesn't know about?
"I found you with this sword. It pierced you before, and now it's here to defeat you." Lu Chongming adjusted his body and moved forward a little.

"Ritual tracking!?" Upon hearing this, Wang Shizhong realized the truth behind this bizarre phenomenon. "Impossible, the tracking force is simply insufficient, and the accuracy is impossible... Uh... What!?"

Wang Shizhong realized something was wrong halfway through his sentence. Lu Chongming's severed hand was still stuck in his neck, and a tingling electric current was constantly emanating from the severed arm.

The initial power came from the ritual tracking, and the final acceleration and accuracy came from this! Lu Chongming was exhausted in the end, and even when he threw out his severed hand, it could only pierce his neck but not penetrate it. However, the electrical energy that had been condensed in the gun but not fired was still useful.

Wang Shizhong panicked.

This short sword will at least pierce above his neck, and with the severed hand already halfway in, it could very well tear his neck off!

He has to run away—he's too badly injured to run at all.

Pull the severed hand out—the severed hand was stuck very deep, so there was no strength to pull it out.

Using armor plates to block—Lu Chongming's forward movement was to harden his body and press down on the armor plates that were stuck in the ground after his arm was severed!

The short sword is still accelerating!
He could only try wrapping his head in thorns as a last resort! Thorns were an extension of his misfortune, and now that he was using them, their strength was already low. Whether he could block the accelerating short sword was entirely a matter of luck, and he could only pray that he could slightly deflect the short sword's trajectory.

Lu Chongming knelt on the ground, sweat pouring down his face.

Although he remained calm, he was also very nervous.

Wang Shizhong is a scumbag. I don't know at what point in his life he suddenly went crazy and wanted to rely on illusions and a mysterious system to sacrifice countless lives to transcend so-called fate and find a moment of enlightenment.

Lu Chongming couldn't understand this guy's thinking at all, but he could understand his strength.

Wang Shizhong was very strong. If he hadn't shared his misfortune, Lu Chongming wouldn't have been qualified to stand in front of him at all.

Even without the misfortune that befell him, Wang Shizhong still possessed a fighting spirit that made good use of his cards, which was unlike what one would expect from someone who sits in an office all day.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that neither his public nor private background should have given him such an awareness. Ultimately, this is talent; his judgment of the battle situation and his desire for victory are beyond doubt.

Even though Lu Chongming has worked so hard and used everything he can, he has already reached his limit.

Whether this flying sword can secure victory depends on the next few seconds!

Wang Shizhong released the thorns, but before they could wrap around Lu Chongming, he suddenly felt his body burning hot. Shouldn't someone near death feel cold? This is...

He raised his head, his dark brown eyes briefly transforming into red vertical pupils.

He subconsciously raised his hand towards Wang Shizhong, releasing the impulse surging in his blood...

……

Under the starry sky, on a bench in the forest park, Lu Chongming, still conscious after his narrow victory in a high-speed race, rested his head on Zui Xing's lap.

Zuixing's consciousness was somewhat hazy, probably due to her previous injuries. After hesitating, she picked up Lu Chongming's head, revealing her sharp teeth, and gently pressed them against Lu Chongming's neck.

A moment later, she looked up and pursed her lips.

"It's terrifying how reckless you are. Next time you encounter something you consider important, you'll probably fight just as desperately. Hopefully, this little bit of blood I'm giving you will bring you some surprise... or maybe even a shock? Haha!"

Zui Xing revealed his usual sarcastic smile and reached out to gently stroke Lu Chongming's hair.

……

Stagnation!

The red halo radiated outwards from Lu Chongming, encompassing Wang Shizhong.

Wang Shizhong's expression froze in unprecedented astonishment and shock, and that face would likely remain unchanged until the outcome of this battle was decided.

He couldn't even organize a protective net with thorns. During the stagnation and release process, the thorns that had already grown could not grow freely. Without prior intentional arrangements, Wang Shizhong's thorns could only be stopped.

In the forest park, he twice helped Kang Zhengshan set up thorns behind the scenes, and both times he was one step ahead.

And at this moment.

"The Star" beat him to it!
Lu Chongming stared blankly at this scene, his eyes involuntarily welling up with tears. The tears he hadn't been able to shed before burst forth at this moment.

Wang Shizhong's consciousness still exists.

He couldn't accept that.

A remnant of a vampire, a mere mortal brat... how could he die so ridiculously!?

No!

Come back! Mothman!! What happens after that doesn't matter, he can't die here!

A black current suddenly swept towards him from the horizon. Even though he was once again burdened by karma, and would later have to face the mysterious illusions and Zhang Xue, two formidable enemies, Wang Shizhong had no other choice at this moment!

but……

Why are my karmic obstacles so thin? Why is my misfortune so weak?
What happened to the incarnation of misfortune...?!

……

Haijiucheng District, Dadu Bay Port.

We have entered the white world. Although the suppression is not as strong as before due to the presence of a vague point nearby, it still exists.

Normally, if a hallucination is forcibly brought into a white world without any protection, death will occur very quickly.

But this was precisely Mothman's backup plan.

It did not dissipate due to the suppression of the white world; it became ordinary and commonplace, its strange appearance subsided, and it eventually transformed into another Wang Shizhong.

Jiang Si landed lightly on the dock, one hand on her hip, and precisely locked onto the Mothman.

"Heh, that was impressive, that was close... Dangerous fellow, if you had used just a little more force, I might have been crushed in mid-air. Were you underestimating me or did you really want to give me a thorough beating? It's precisely because of your childish attitude that I was able to get here so easily!"

The Mothman, or more accurately, "Wang Shizhong," was bleeding profusely, but he had a confident and triumphant expression.

"That's funny. Anyone who didn't know better would think I was the one who got beaten up," "Jiang Si" mocked.

"Hehe, you'll find out soon enough..."

Suddenly, a sound came from a cargo ship at the dock, followed by a chain reaction. A huge warhead inexplicably slid off the cargo ship and fell towards "Jiang Si".

In mid-air, a strange smell of gunpowder wafted out.

Then—bang!

Detonate.

The port was mostly collapsed, and cargo ships were damaged and collided with each other in the turbulent waves, and the various weapons and equipment they were carrying were also thrown into chaos.

"Hahahaha! The white world can't affect your luck! Luck is everywhere, that's the strongest power! What does it matter how strong you are outside? By relying on the vague locations here, these lethal weapons keep attacking you, who are shrouded in misfortune, while your powerful strength is reduced to less than one-tenth! How does that feel!?"

Wang Shizhong stared at the sea of ​​fire before him. Although he was swaying from the aftershocks and had to hold onto the cargo container next to him, his expression remained crazed and ferocious.

"Oh? It seems that's really true..."

But when the voice sounded beside him, the fervor suddenly cooled and froze.

Before he could react, a sweeping kick, like a saw, broke both of "Wang Shizhong's" legs. "Wang Shizhong," terrified and bewildered, lay on the ground clutching his legs, looking up at "Jiang Si" who had appeared beside him: "Impossible... the suppression of the White World... you're hallucinating... you don't have the power of destiny..."

"It's quite interesting. The suppression of the White World has made your body weak and frail, like an ant or a blade of grass to me. As for me... although I used some of it when I went to play with the sparrows a while ago, I can still use my power in the White World without any problem for the few seconds I have left."

Jiang Si raised the brim of her hat, casually strolled around, and then crushed one of Wang Shizhong's legs with a single step.

"Ahhhhh! No...no! How is this possible! How can I hallucinate in a white world...wait...no...only it...only it can...no no no...why is it...why is it you!?" Wang Shizhong let out a painful wail, but as despair approached, he realized a crucial point.

"Tree branch! No! Tree branch! I'm contributing to the dark world too! My powerful alliance with the system isn't this spreading its influence far and wide?! I was blind to offend you! You...you...please, please let me go...! We're the same kind...now is the time to reverse the world together!"

Jiang Si smiled and raised her head, her gaze drifting towards the sky, her fingers touching as if she were deep in thought.

"Please...please...I still have a use..."

Jiang Si slowly withdrew her gaze, looking down at Wang Shizhong, who was begging for mercy like a reptile, and said softly, "No."

Suddenly, he raised his leg and kicked Wang Shizhong in the chest, sending him flying into the air.

A flash of white light appeared on Jiang Si's body, activating the white bar, and then she made a sword finger gesture.

Red lines appeared out of thin air, piercing and cutting, all landing on "Wang Shizhong" in mid-air. The deliberate slow slicing did not immediately cut him into pieces, but scraped away his flesh bit by bit.

It only took a few seconds, but a few seconds was more than enough.

“Ahhhhh——!!”

Wang Shizhong's figure blurred in mid-air, transforming back into the Mothman. Endless red lines filled the sky with red, and only red remained in its vision. But what lingered in its mind was a blacker darkness than red...

"Wang—Shi—Zhong—!"

It finally sensed Wang Shizhong's call, but it was too late; it could not go back.

The fact that Wang Shizhong would call upon it at this time indicates that the state of Wang Shizhong's true form is already predetermined.

……

Wang Shizhong failed to recall the Mothman and watched as Lu Chongming's short sword, after accelerating, successfully struck him, continuing to thrust forward and tear at the wound on his neck caused by the severed hand.

Flesh and blood were broken off strand by strand, and bones could not withstand the weight.

The moment the pause ended, the short sword darted past.

Wang Shizhong's head shot into the sky, while the head of the Mothman in Haijiu District was also severed and shattered by the red line.

The embodiment of karmic misfortune died, and the karmic reversal caused a black vortex to unfold around Wang Shizhong's head, tearing at his last remaining conscious mind with unprecedented backlash.

The karmic obstacles formed countless arms that reached out to grab Wang Shizhong, like vengeful ghosts demanding his life. In the process, they tore apart Wang Shizhong's headless body.

"Ugh—what is this… Don't come any closer! Lu Chongming! Save me! I'll give you all my merits! Save me! Is this my destiny? The one my parents told me in the past, and the true destiny of this world… Which one is real!? Tell me…"

With the help of the blood of the most powerful star, Lu Chongming's body completed a temporary recovery and regeneration. At this moment, he staggered and picked up the metal ball with his back to Wang Shizhong, wiped it, and put it back into his body.

"I don't know, but..."

Lu Chongming turned around, without hatred, resentment, or the satisfaction of avenging a great grudge.

Only a sense of peace and acceptance—that's probably what he's been striving for after all this effort.

"'Evil begets evil,' it's normal to be facing death when you're about to die."

Click!

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Shizhong's distorted face was torn to pieces by the Hand of Karma, leaving only a bewildered eye that was swept away by the black vortex.

Finally, the dust settled, and Wang Shizhong's traces disappeared.

Lu Chongming slowly turned his head and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the contact earpiece in his pocket vibrated; someone was contacting him. He took it out and put it on.

"Xiao Lu!" It was Zhang Xue.

"Ah, Chief. Wang Shizhong, he..." Lu Chongming was about to say that he had beaten Wang Shizhong, although it was a bit of a trick and there was an element of luck involved. In the end, he could only be considered to have won by taking advantage of a loophole, but he could still be considered to have won.

"Wang Shizhong's nuclear missile is about to launch!"

"what!?"

Lu Chongming was taken aback.

Damn it, I forgot! Wang Shizhong still has a fingertip nuclear bomb!

"What!? He's already set up a nuclear missile? And where is it going to be launched!?"

"It's a vague location in Longjiu District! Since I have more time than expected, I've already arranged an interception, so you don't need to worry too much..."

"Wait a minute, that blurry location in Longjiu District is very close to the hospital, isn't it!" Lu Chongming shouted. "That's a hospital! Won't it be affected by the shockwave and subsequent radiation? Zhongwen is there too!"

“Well, it’s still because of the time constraints that we can only intercept them from the safest position. It’s true that the hospital might be affected… We’ve already had them evacuated. But it’s always difficult to persuade the people in the White World to follow our temporary orders,” Zhang Xue said somewhat somberly.

After listening, Lu Chongming took off his headphones, took out his phone, and dialed Lin Yilin's number.

The call was answered instantly. Before Lu Chongming could speak, he heard Lin Yilin's usual calm voice say:
"we are at."

……

"Jiang Si" darted and leaped between buildings, and the information reading confirmed that a tiny nuclear warhead was flashing a dangerous red light in the distance.

"Mr. Devil, can my body withstand that thing right now?" Jiang Si asked Zheng Fan in her mind.

Zheng replied, "With me here, there shouldn't be any problems. But Binary Sister is quite serious. After all, the records show that it was a super-destructive weapon produced in the violent world that could actually destroy a corner that had been invaded by the dark world. In order to prevent you from getting injured unnecessarily as soon as you come back, let's be cautious."

"To put it bluntly, you just think I'm bad at the game, right?"

"After all, you're a serial killer, not Godzilla. Keep trying."

"Alright then." Jiang Si didn't insist.

Zheng Fan used Jiang Si's body to cross the entire Jiangwen Street in the blink of an eye.

On the rooftop of the New Financial Center building in Jiangwen Street, Lin Yilin put down her phone and other devices, slowly stood up at the edge of the roof, and stretched out her hand as if to take over a baton.

Jiang Si flashed past the building, reaching out in mid-air to lightly tap Lin Yilin's outstretched hand.

Snapped!
Jiang Si stood in Lin Yilin's original spot.

Meanwhile, "Lin Yilin," now with long hair and in her second-stage state, continued her charge towards the fingertip nuclear bomb.

The interceptor missiles were already chasing the fingertip nuclear bomb, but the fingertip nuclear bomb was not simply small. As a fantasy, its fantasy lay not only in its portability and power, but also in its stealth.

Anti-missile systems simply cannot identify it!
Therefore, the most basic method of visual identification could only be used in Dadu. Although it was simple, it was not outdated in Dadu, a city full of talented people; it was just more labor-intensive.

The manually operated interceptor missile chased after the fingertip missile in what resembled a deadly pursuit. Those below, noticing this, were also incredibly tense.

Just then, they saw a figure catch up with the two in an instant, at a speed far exceeding that of a fingertip nuclear bomb and an interceptor missile.

It was impossible to see the other party's detailed appearance clearly; their speed was simply too fast.

The fingertip nuclear bomb detonates immediately upon entering the range, unleashing an intense burst of light and heat.

However, Lin Yilin simply opened her mouth in response.

A giant black earthworm, covered in fine, glossy scales, sprang from her mouth. Its head split open, blood gushing from its gaping maw, drool flowing, as it faced the spreading nuclear blast.

Ah-woo~, gulp.

And just like that, the nuclear explosion was swallowed up.

Under the night sky, everyone's blank stares gazed at the dark sky, bringing a rare silence to the bustling No. 29.

(End of this chapter)