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Chapter 389 God of the New World

Department 5, Twelfth Group Interrogation Room.

The walls were made of cold metal, and the pale light shone down from above, leaving no shadows.

Lin Chen sat upright in the interrogation chair, his hands on his knees, his whole body stiff, and his face as embarrassed as if he had accidentally wandered into the women's restroom.

His neck, peeking out from his collar, and his bare arms were covered with hideous black markings, as if some living creature was lurking beneath his skin, exuding an ominous aura.

His eyes darted around, he dared not look ahead, and his cheeks and even the roots of his ears were strangely red.

Just the day before, this guy had his feet up on the table, acting all arrogant and domineering, yelling at the interrogator: "If you've got the guts, kill your grandpa!" and "A bunch of bastards!"

But ever since Luli took over the responsibility of taking interrogation records, he's become completely listless.

Luli sat opposite him; months of training and ample nutrition had transformed her completely.

The tomboy who used to be dirty and skinny like a bean sprout is gone, replaced by a girl with a neat ponytail and a crisp white uniform.

With fair skin and well-defined features, a clean-looking person appears exceptionally beautiful.

The other end of the one-way glass.

The interrogator from Group Twelve looked at Chen Mo with a completely bewildered expression.

"The special operations team, what... what's going on?"

"Didn't they say his mouth was harder than alloy? Why is he acting like a model student?"

"So honest?"

Chen Mo and his two agents couldn't understand it either. He wasn't lying; this kid was incredibly arrogant yesterday.

He's become well-behaved after just one day apart?
That's not quite right either. It's not true that he's honest, but it's true that he's stopped being arrogant.

But when asked questions, they still act like a dead pig that doesn't fear boiling water, replying only when they feel like it, and ignoring them when they don't.

The interrogator, unable to contain himself any longer, slammed his fist on the table and yelled at Lin Chen, "Hey! What are you looking at? Answer my questions!"

"During the duel, how exactly did the guard operate in the first round?"

Besides the Pope's Symbiosis Card and the secret of spiritual enhancement, another key point in the Latia incident is the Lost Duelist Guard at the right fork.

The epic Time Magician statue in Galatia is still there, which means that as long as enough Mage Clan Leadership is provided to activate it, and with a bit of luck guessing the coin correctly, they can go to Galatia again.

Next time I go, the right fork will be a key point of attack.

In a duel, information about the opponent's deck is crucial. Once they know the information, their strategy team can develop counter-cards, greatly increasing their chances of winning.

However, the current intelligence only covers one duel. The Chariot, who was also in the doubles, was completely destroyed. Lin Chen is the only one who has a deep impression of this duel. If he doesn't speak up to review the details of the duel, there will be gaps in the intelligence on the duel.

Lin Chen slightly shifted his gaze, but the moment he saw Luli, he quickly looked away as if he had been electrocuted.

"Hey! Are you going to talk or not?!" The interrogator was going crazy.

If he encountered a tough nut to crack, he had plenty of ways to deal with it. But it was precisely this kind of quiet, unyielding person who was so frustrating that he felt like vomiting blood.

Behind the one-way glass, Chen Mo's gaze slowly swept across the interrogation room, finally settling on Luli, who was taking notes in the corner. The environment was unchanged from yesterday; only the interrogators had changed.

He didn't think that changing the interrogator would make Lin Chen, that stubborn rascal, become obedient. That kind of embarrassment and awkwardness only appeared when there was someone he cared about or liked on the field.

Even freckles couldn't hide her blushing face.

Chen Moxin had an idea. He held up an ID card and said to the interrogator, "You switch with the recorder. Let her ask the questions, and you take notes."

The interrogator was dissatisfied, but seeing the identification, he still followed instructions and walked over to Luli, saying softly, "You go and ask the questions, I'll take notes."

"Just answer the questions as written in the book, don't be nervous."

“Uh, okay.” Lully paused for a moment, then switched places with the interrogator and went to the interrogation table.

She picked up the interrogation book on the table and looked up at Lin Chen.

My heart clenched when I saw that black spotted body.

After being trained by the Spirit Control Division, she learned that the black markings were a result of the clown mask suffering damage.

It's only been three months since I last saw you, and it's already like this.
This must be a serious injury.

Lully gripped the interrogation notebook tightly and took a deep breath.

Her voice was more steady than I had imagined, each word clear and distinct.

"According to Article 112 of the Union Law and Article 73 of the Internal Regulations of the Department of Spirits, your rights during this period include... At the same time, your obligation is to answer inquiries truthfully..."

The cold, official wording echoed in the interrogation room, each word like a pebble hitting a metal wall.

After reading the last sentence, she stopped, and only the hum of the light bulb remained in the room.

"Did you understand what I just said? Do you have any questions?"

Lin Chen's Adam's apple bobbed, his lips opened, then he pursed them tightly, unable to utter a single word.

He wanted to curse, to flip the table, and to unleash that "I'm just not happy" attitude he had yesterday.

But when he saw Luli across from him, and saw her wearing that white uniform he hated the most, all the words stuck in his throat.

He hated the Soul Reapers, he hated the clowns, he hated everything in this world.

But he couldn't hate her.

Behind the one-way glass, the former interrogator turned around, pointed at himself, and said to Chen Mo in a sarcastic tone.

"Hey, you from the special agents team, see? It's not my fault, is it?"

"If it were someone else, this kid wouldn't utter a single word."

Chen Mo ignored his chatter and just watched quietly.

Seeing Lin Chen's hesitation and his obvious unease, I noticed his expression.

"Let me say a few words to him," Chen Mo said in a deep voice.

"You?" The former interrogator was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and stepped aside dismissively.

"Okay, you can do it."

"You didn't get a solution yesterday either."

The special agents interrogated him yesterday, but Lin Chen didn't mention a word about the decision, only saying that he wanted to kill that bastard named Li Guanqi.

Chen Mo ignored the original interrogator, walked straight to Luli's side, bent down, looked at Lin Chen, and gently put his hand on Luli's shoulder.

His words, like needles, reached Lin Chen's ears clearly.

"This young lady worked so hard to get into the Spirit Control Bureau. Today is her first day at work. What a great start!"

His tone, though seemingly casual, carried a hint of regret.

“If I can’t even handle this small matter properly and can’t get any answers, I’ll definitely get criticized by my team leader and be looked down upon by my colleagues when I get back.”

At this point, the original interrogator was about to explain that there was no such rule in their group, but Chen Mo raised his hand to stop him.

Chen Mo's gaze remained fixed on Lin Chen. He lowered his voice and spoke each word with devastating force.

"You wouldn't want her to be scolded or bullied, would you?"

Lin Chen froze, his pupils dilated slightly, and he opened his mouth as if to say something.

Chen Mo didn't give him a chance to speak and continued, each word like a knife.

"She will work in a clean and safe place and earn tens of thousands of gold points every month."

"You will meet many excellent men, get married, have children, and live a happy life."

Chen Mo paused, then slowly raised the corners of his mouth, chuckled at Lin Chen, and said earnestly.

"Don't hold them back."

"You're nothing but a maggot rotting in the mud."

These words became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Delaying the maggots rotting in the mud
Lin Chen's body trembled violently, and he gripped his thighs tightly with both hands.

He lowered his head, his shoulders swaying as if he were crying or laughing. Finally, a bitter, muffled laugh escaped his throat.

Even the clown mask couldn't hide his broken heart.

The strongest defense, the weakest point.

The former interrogator standing nearby was dumbfounded, wondering to himself, "It's just a slight delay in the interrogation process, why is it being treated like a life-or-death situation?"

The people in this spy group are incredibly corrupt.

Chen Mo straightened up, pointed to the interrogation notebook, and winked at Luli, signaling her to continue.

Looking at Lin Chen, Luli felt a lump in her throat and her whole body trembled slightly. The articles she had memorized perfectly were now being spoken haltingly.

"Have you heard me clearly? Do you have any questions?"

Lin Chen laughed, then remained silent for a very long time. Finally, as if all his bones had been removed, he slumped into the interrogation chair.

He lowered his head, his face devoid of any arrogance, only a deathly calm remained.

"Understood..." "No questions."

“Now, I will question you according to the law.” Luli paused for a moment, “What exactly happened in the first round of your duel with the Lost Duelist?”

Lin Chen replied softly, "In the first round, the Fate Warrior is player 1P, and the Pope's confidant is player 4P."

"The first action of the Fate Warrior is usually to summon the epic-level [Folding Paper God]."

He described in detail the entire duel, recounting every single burn he suffered from the [Steel Flame Swordsman] and [Red Eyes] during T2.

With all my might, I left myself with 100 health and cleared the opponent's board down to just one epic-level [Red-Eyes Black Dragon].

I thought T3 would take another hit and the game would end normally.

Unexpectedly, the nameless Pharaoh of T3 gave him a big surprise.

If the clown mask's integration rate drops by even a few percentage points, it probably won't hold up.

"Is there really a red halo?" Chen Mo couldn't help but interject, "How did you manage to withstand it?"

How well does your mask blend in?

Lin Chen hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Ninety-nine percent."

"Ninety-nine percent?!" The former interrogator was startled.

Even Chen Mo, who considered himself knowledgeable and experienced, was taken aback, and his two team members behind him exclaimed in surprise.

Among the mask wearers arrested previously, a 50% integration rate was already considered high.

Ninety-nine percent, what does that even mean?

99% damage reduction? What's the difference between that and the Clockwork Joker himself?!
Lin Chen had guessed that they would all react this way, and he himself was shocked when he found out about it.

On the contrary, Luli's reaction was rather indifferent, as if she hadn't quite grasped the concept and didn't understand it.

The words had barely been uttered when, in less than a minute, they had spread throughout the entire intelligence network of the Spirit Control Division.

A beep sounded in the deathly silent interrogation room; an order had been sent from above.

The original interrogator and Chen Mo simultaneously turned on their respective communicators, and the content on them was surprisingly identical—asking about the target's relationship with the Joker and where the Joker was.

This issue is unrelated to the Latia case, but it is important.

With a 99% fusion rate, the clown couldn't have remained inactive; he must have come into contact with Lin Chen.

Chen Mo and the original interrogator both looked at Lin Chen and asked at the same time, "What is your relationship with the Joker? Where is the Joker?"

Lin Chen did not answer; it wasn't Luli who asked, so he refused to answer.

Lully paused for a moment, then flipped through the interrogation book and said, "This question isn't on the book."

“Uh, you don’t need to worry about these procedures,” the former interrogator said. “You ask first.”

Lully paused for a moment, then repeated, "What is your relationship with the Joker? Where is the Joker?"

“He’s the mask maker, I’m the mask wearer, that’s all we’re connected by,” Lin Chen replied. “As for where he is, what he looks like, I have no idea, and I’ve never been in contact with him…”

He didn't finish his sentence.

A voice exploded in his mind without warning.

It wasn't something he heard through his ears; it was like a cold steel needle piercing straight into the depths of his consciousness.

Excuse me.

Lin Chen's eyes widened suddenly, his blood froze, and every hair on his body stood on end. He subconsciously scanned his surroundings like a startled, trapped beast.

"What's wrong?" Chen Mo keenly noticed his unusual behavior and immediately asked.

Lin Chen raised one hand, palm facing outward, signaling them to be quiet.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single thought with all his might: "Who are you?"

"Little, clown?"

That was the code name the Soul Control Division gave me.

The voice was devoid of emotion, yet seemed to hold a hint of longing: "I actually have a name... not long ago."

However, you can call me the clown if you wish.

"Why...why are you contacting me all of a sudden?" Lin Chen forced himself to calm down.

Chu Linfeng once told him that when he heard the clown's voice, it meant he had become the "minute hand".

Because you got arrested.

I want to get you out of here.

"You? Save me?" Lin Chen almost laughed out loud in his mind. "With my fusion level, you probably wish I were dead right now, don't you?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll take your place?"

The Joker's position is not fixed. Whoever has the highest integration level will have the highest authority in the Mask Network. Integration level is something that can be increased.

Although the probability is extremely low, he does have a chance of reaching 100%.

Since joining the Joker Network, he has learned information that could overturn all the knowledge of the Soul Control Division.

The current Joker's integration level is not the legendary 100%, but 99.99%.

This news was deliberately exaggerated by the wearers to create a smokescreen to intimidate the Soul Reaper's Division.

The difference between 99.99% and 100% is only 0.01, yet it represents a vast chasm between God and man.

No matter how strong the former is, it is only infinitely close to "invincible". Once it is controlled, it can be bombarded with enough powerful firepower. The 0.01% damage will accumulate and eventually wear it down.

But 100% is different; that's truly outside the rules, absolutely invincible.

He's 99%, the Joker is 99.99%.

He could feel the invisible mask tightening slightly, as if an unseen hand was gripping his soul.

Life and death depend on the other person's decision.

Until he reaches 100% integration, he is like fish on a chopping board.

The voice in his mind paused for a moment, and Lin Chen's heart pounded like a drum.

[Kill you?]

There was a hint of laughter in the clown's voice, a kind of relieved joy.

Why do I want to kill you?

Lin Chen frowned; this reaction was strange.

I've waited so long...

Finally, I've met someone who can kill me.

Lin Chen's mind went completely blank with a "buzz".

He considered countless possibilities: threats, exploitation, control... but never this one.

Don't you think this is something to be happy about?

Upon hearing this, the fear and wariness in Lin Chen's eyes were replaced by a deeper sense of bewilderment.

At that moment, he seemed to understand.

This explains why his initial fusion rate was a staggering 99%.

He and this clown he had never met before—

They are the same type of people.

They all harbored the deepest despair towards this world.

"Who exactly are you..." Lin Chen was stunned, his throat dry, unable to utter a single word.

Lin Chen

The clown's neutral voice rang out again, carrying a seductive calm and loneliness.

[Live to the end in my place]

Then, ignite this disgusting world.

【May I】

By then...

The voice paused, then carried a sense of anticipation, like a newlywed couple looking forward to owning their own house.

[With 100% fusion, you will withstand the explosion, accumulate divine markings, and become—]

The sole survivor

The God of the New World

(End of this chapter)