Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 685 "White Impact"

The members of the Pure White Society were quickly drawn to the report from the monitoring station.

[Highest impact alert.]

[Source of impact: White.]

The simple words were shocking, causing countless members of the Pure White Society to momentarily lose their minds.

They can understand the impact of the world, but why the impact of the white world? Is the white world impacting itself?
"Is the monitoring equipment malfunctioning?"

"No, it's white."

During the brief conversation, Eliadodike suddenly transformed into a beam of white light and shot towards Jian Banxian, who was seated high up.

"The rest is up to you." Before Jian Banxian finished speaking, he vanished in a flash of white light. Bai Qiangwei and Hei Rang watched as the white light grazed past them, the pure white energy making them feel suffocated. Thankfully, they weren't the ones facing it.

Looking up, I watched as the white light broke through the dome of the Zero Point Hall, soaring straight into the sky before exploding. The white shockwave spread outwards like a strong wind sweeping across the entire capital.

Jian Banxian was sent flying backwards a distance before stopping. He patted his coat, showing that he was completely unharmed despite the attack.

“Division, is this what you wanted? I thought you would be more direct.” Eliadodike stood in the air, looking at him coldly.

"If you think you can come and go as you please, then whether there's a split or not doesn't really matter, right? This is giving you a golden opportunity. Of course, you can eliminate the gray areas and take away all your supporters, but the premise is how long you have left after today, or whether you yourself will even be able to reach the world you speak of," Jian Banxian laughed.

Eliadodic shook his head: "I thought you were at least a possibility, but it turns out you're just a pathetic wretch who wants revenge on the capital?"

“No, this isn’t a personal grudge.” Jian Banxian shook his head as well. “It is indeed a possibility. The white of order cannot survive in the awakened black, but by changing our survival mode in the form of gray, we can also blend into the black.”

“Self-degradation, humiliation,” Eliadodike succinctly stated.

"Does running away make you proud and have self-respect? I didn't expect you to have anything to say. I'm just going along with this 'melody' and saying what I mean. You haven't fought back for so long, not even when you were slapped, because you've been accumulating strength for today, haven't you? So, how many portions can you use today?"

As Jian Banxian spoke, a flash of gray light appeared in his hand, and he pulled out a seemingly ordinary dagger.

Eliadodike said nothing more, and with a flick of his wrist, the lantern wrapped in chains dangled from his wrist: "[Glimmer]".

In an instant, white light flickered and drifted toward Jian Banxian.

However, it suddenly expanded and spread, forming a white sphere of light that covered the entire sky.

A faint gray streak swept through the middle, slicing through several orbs of light. Jian Banxian seemingly wielded his knife in a simple manner, yet he easily dispersed all the white forces blocking his path.

One had a calm expression, while the other was all smiles.

……

"Abnormal collapses have occurred at the boundaries between all gray neighborhoods and white urban areas! The two worlds have begun to erode each other! The total amount of white factors is fluctuating violently, and a... new factor is being born in this process!?"

At the Pure White Society's monitoring station, scholars closely monitored the current situation in the capital and continuously relayed intelligence.

"Is it caused by the dark world and fantasy elements?!"

"No! It's as if the white factors themselves have developed consciousness and are fighting internally! It's almost as if the white factors have triggered a zombie crisis due to some inexplicable relationship!"

"Has the source been found? What exactly caused all of this?"

“I’ve got a lead! It’s the Gray District!” someone said, standing up with some difficulty. “Or rather, it’s the people from the Gray District…”

The head of the monitoring station swallowed hard, remained silent for a long time, then covered his face: "Let's spread the word. This wasn't something we could decide in the first place."

After they relayed the current intelligence to the Society headquarters and the White Beacon, instructions from Ptolemy, the Supreme Representative of the White Beacon, were quickly conveyed shortly afterward.

Eliminate the gray neighborhoods.

As expected. This has always been White's style.

The people at the monitoring station fell silent for a moment, simply continuing with their work.

"Webmaster!"

"What's wrong?" The person in charge turned around and was immediately stunned.

Cooperate with us to stop this chaos.

These words appeared on the screen of a computer in front of me.

Their computers were hacked, and the hacker sent them this request.

The person in charge hesitated for a moment. As a subordinate organization of the Pure White Society, they should unconditionally obey the orders that had just come from the Pure White Lighthouse, but he hesitated at this moment.

"If it doesn't affect our safety, and your plan is truly meaningful," the person in charge finally replied.

"Of course it's meaningful."

Instead of the words on the computer screen, he was answered by a man and a woman who suddenly appeared behind him.

Fan Zhonghong led Li Miaosheng to the monitoring station, stretching his neck helplessly: "I thought it would be a tough battle, but I didn't expect it to be this tough." ...

"Eliminate the gray neighborhoods! They are the source! Execute immediately! The situation is urgent!"

The order spread throughout the capital, causing astonishment.

Many Seeds of Light immediately mobilized their forces. They felt no burden from the order, and even though they themselves might have come from the Gray District, they were determined to show their loyalty and work hard for it.

As for how many people would have to be killed to end all this, not many people thought about that at the moment.

Not only the Seed of Light, but also many lamplighters left their posts and rushed to the capital. Without much thought, countless white attacks fell straight down on the gray streets of the capital.

Even though their power was weakened due to their proximity to the capital, the Lantern Bearers were still able to easily carry out a large-scale purge in the Gray District.

The places called "blocks," built amidst chaos and betrayal, are about to be destroyed.

That is the meaning of their existence.

The Zero Point Hall was now in complete chaos due to the unexpected turn of events. Then, a violent explosion shattered the hall's walls, and people stormed inside, indiscriminately attacking everyone present!
"Prism Force! What are you doing!?"

"Stop it... Ugh!"

It was the members of the Prism Force who, at this moment, were like killing machines, abandoning all questions of their own value, supporters, and financial backers, and ruthlessly purging the high-ranking members of the white world in the venue.

Bai Wucang clenched his fists, his face ashen as he stared at the chaos before him: "Eliado Dix! Jian Banxian! You two bastards!"

These two individuals, through their own efforts, fueled each other's actions, and a major schism suddenly erupted—a war between gray and white? It's simply unimaginable!
The reason why the Prism Force would take action is obvious: Jian Banxian wanted to completely ignite the war, using the lives of all the powerful and influential people in the White World in this hall!

He has no choice.

His stance was clear, and he immediately picked up the microphone: "Everyone, evacuate the scene in an orderly manner! Fully mobilize the capital's army! Protect the White District! Clear out all dangerous elements... and the Gray District!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a Prism unit member appeared behind him.

Bai Wucang suddenly turned around and punched the opponent's weapon, parrying the attack with superb skills and then striking the opponent's chest with a backhand. With another white flash, the head of the Prism Squad member in front of him disappeared.

Bai Wucang coldly turned his head and glanced at Bai Qiangwei and Hei Rang in the audience: "You still want my life? I can't outmaneuver you, but I can beat you?"

The two looked down at Bai Wucang, and Hei Rang couldn't help but say, "It seems like this guy doesn't have any reliable information about the Seed of Light? He should have hidden his own file."

"Yes, do you want to go down and try it?"

"No rush, let's go protect that kid first." Hei Rang said halfway through when he suddenly heard a loud engine sound coming from above the hall.

And there are two of them!
below.

"You're from the Gray Street too!" A Seed of Light charged directly at Lu Chongming amidst the chaos, roaring as he launched his attack.

Lu Chongming suddenly stood up, a metallic luster flashed across his body, and a burst of lightning directly knocked the Seed of Light away. Then, he reached out and pulled a gun from his body, shooting down one of the Prism Force members who was slaughtering.

"Have you made enough of a scene?" he said irritably.

The roar in the sky signified the arrival of the Golden Iron Pot.

……

On the New Golden Iron Pot, the magnificent stage has been fully erected.

"It's so chaotic and troublesome. Why did they suddenly start forming factions and attacking dissidents?" Tao Zhi's hearing picked up on the voices in Dadu, and his brows furrowed.

“This is not a trivial matter of factionalism. We initially felt that this trip was more of a show, but now we really have to get serious. Doris.” Gao Song’s ability also made him quite sensitive to his environment. He could sense that the floating white particles around him were undergoing extremely strange changes.

He looked at Doris, who had already set up her violin.

She wore a white patterned dress, had exquisite makeup on her face, and her long hair was draped behind her head, fluttering in the strong wind at high altitude.

A solemn angel, with a serene expression and a hint of compassion, gazed upon this world.

Mora then looked at Zheng Fan, who was wearing a robot shell next to her, and asked, "Are you sure everything is okay?"

Zheng Fan's metal-clad fingers brushed directly against the guitar strings, producing a loud guitar sound: "When have we ever had a problem?"

“Mr. Music is right,” Doris agreed. “Our performance has never had any problems.”

The other band members said nothing more, took their places one after another, went to their instruments, and made their final preparations.

“We did not come with pity, nor with gifts,” Zheng Fan’s voice continued. “We are neither gray nor white, we are just people, nothing more. With this jarring music, we announce the awakening of the city.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Doris slowly closed her eyes.

The piercing sound of the strings began to wail.

"The End of the Monastery," performed.

(End of this chapter)