Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

The final scene of Chapter 259?
Li Shuaixi sat silently in a corner of the safe house, trying to find a way to distract himself, but he couldn't manage it.

His attention was completely focused on "fear," and he couldn't spare a single thought to deal with anything else... not even "distract himself."

Li Shuaixi knew he was just average, lucky enough to get into university, and without any serious illnesses or bad habits, he barely graduated... With his abilities and background, he couldn't find a job immediately, but there were still plenty of opportunities. Li Shuaixi had always had a kind of unrealistic confidence, after all, he had read a lot of horror stories, fantasy novels, and myths, which helped him build a more knowledgeable and wiser understanding than the average person.

No matter what, this is a special skill... Whether communicating with classmates or online friends, this skill can bring him considerable satisfaction.

To put it simply, it's really fun to brag.

Li Shuaixi certainly knew that this kind of awesomeness and confidence was illusory... but knowing it didn't mean he had to change his mindset.

What a joke! If he knew his shortcomings and could correct them, would he still be just an average person?
Even if an egg has a vague idea of ​​what's going to happen, it will still think it's the hardest one before it smashes to pieces.

Okay, Li Shuaixi admits that he's not actually that knowledgeable or wise. He thought he would come to this realization through the harsh realities of society and then completely abandon his naive fantasies...

Before society could even give him a good beating, the God Space beat him to it.

Damn it, this damn God Space seems to be serious!

Wang Xiaoxiao, who was the same age as him, had already died, while Li Laoshi had just died. If Mu Xiang were here, he would correct Li Shuaixi on one point: strictly speaking, Wang Xiaoxiao was burned to ashes by the red flames, so he couldn't have died.

Li Shuaixi had seen the "Final Destination" series and naturally knew how impactful the deaths in it were. But no matter what, he had only ever watched movies before; being there in person was a completely different experience. Witnessing a series of deaths on the highway, and the subsequent, sometimes successful, sometimes not, roll call by Death, all amplified his fear of being in "Final Destination."

Because he quickly accepted the premise of the God Realm and the horror movie-like reincarnation, Li Shuaixi chose to follow the two veterans from the start, and then followed their arrangements all the way to the sanatorium. However, putting aside the previous dangers, the sanatorium was not safe either, as evidenced by the death of Li Laoshi.

The soldier, still wearing what looked like tough power armor, patrolled the corridor, explaining the current situation to them. He relayed this information, including details of Li Laoshi's death.

But Li Shuaixi found no comfort in this. He felt that Wang Xia was like a jailer, and they were like death row inmates in prison, waiting to be executed... The executioner was the unseen and intangible Grim Reaper.

Death could come at any moment, and Li Shuaixi was powerless to stop it. The veterans didn't care about the newcomers; they were only concerned with completing their own tasks. It seemed they could only wait to die, facing death in endless torment.

Compared to this torment, death would be a relief; but Li Shuaixi doesn't expect this relief. For many people, including him, living one more second of torment is better than dying immediately.

Li Shuaixi didn't know how much time had passed until his eyes hurt so much that he rubbed them hard and noticed the new watch on his wrist.

I almost forgot about this.

Li Shuaixi rubbed his tired eyes again, realizing that he had been staring blankly for so long. Then he looked at his watch; it was 1:30 a.m. on the third day, only about twenty minutes before Li Laoshi choked to death.

"..." Li Shuaixi didn't even have the energy to curse. He remained slumped in his seat, relying entirely on the soft wall behind him for support.

There were faint noises behind him, but he couldn't make them out clearly. The soundproofing in these rooms was excellent; no matter how loud the noise from next door was, he would only be aware of it, but not be able to figure out the specifics. This made the atmosphere of the death row even more intense—although, in reality, the soundproofing was just a bonus feature of the high-quality materials.

Wang Xia's voice rang out from outside: "Zheng Xue! What are you doing?"

Is he trying to kill himself by crashing into this soft wall? Putting aside the fact that a soft wall can't kill people, one of the characteristics of "Final Destination" is that before Death comes to kill someone, the person cannot succeed in disrupting the order of death by means of suicide or other methods.

"It's all in vain," Li Shuaixi muttered to himself, unsure whether he was referring to himself, Zheng Xue next door, or Wang Xia, who was trying to stop Zheng Xue.

Zheng Xue seemed not to have even understood the movie. How could someone like that find a job in Hong Kong? Sure enough, these seemingly refined and cultured guys are all show and no substance. Ridiculous! These thoughts flashed through Li Shuaixi's mind.

Wang Xia reached out and ripped open the door to the safe house. The power of his power armor was more than enough to handle the defenses here. Although, according to the veterans of the Central Continent Team, this power armor wasn't even considered ordinary in the God Realm, Wang Xia was still quite impressed when using it.

"If this power armor could be widely used in the military..." Wang Xia would often daydream like this. He had heard that Colonel Chu Xuan had sent back a lot of amazing things. He wondered if there was any information about this power armor, and whether the scientists outside could build it.

Zheng Xue was banging his head against the wall, but this only made him dizzy for a moment and didn't cause any real damage. Only his glasses shattered under the combined force of the wall and his head. Zheng Xue's hands trembled as he tried to pick up the shards, and they were about to cut his neck.

"stop!"

Wang Xia grabbed Zheng Xue, pulling him up with a quick, forceful tug, but Zheng Xue was lifted up like a chick. The tug caused the shards in Zheng Xue's hand to slip from his grasp, leaving only a shallow scratch on his neck. Seeing Zheng Xue being flung around, Wang Xia realized he had used too much force while wearing power armor. He put Zheng Xue down, wanting to say something but unable to, only managing to say as gently as possible, "Calm down."

Zheng Xue froze for a moment, then roared frantically, "Calm down? How can I calm down?! They're all dead! We're all going to die!"

"I've had enough! I might as well just die now, it's better than sitting here waiting to die!"

Wang Xia didn't know how to persuade him, but he would never let anyone die in front of him. If he had this power armor, what use was there for him wearing this iron suit if he didn't do something about it?

"I won't let you die," Wang Xia said after a moment of silence, speaking through his helmet.

Zheng Xue's pupils contracted, then his eyes widened suddenly. It was the first time Wang Xia had seen his eyes without his glasses; those unfamiliar eyes were no longer refined, but rather ferocious.

"What the hell are you pretending for!" Zheng Xue roared. "You're the safest person hiding in this can, what the hell are you pretending for!"

"You don't need to be locked up. Who asked you to put on this savior act!"

"Who the hell are you giving alms to?!"

Li Shuaixi didn't hear the angry curses from next door clearly, but if he were to say it, it would probably be similar. Wang Xia was one of those veterans... they didn't care about the lives of these burdensome people.

"A plane falling from the sky..." Li Shuaixi muttered to himself. He had heard the veterans mention this theory. The further into the story, the less the Grim Reaper's attacks seemed to care about the lives of others... or rather, they simply dealt with them all at once. He had initially thought that a plane falling from the sky was still possible, but after learning of Li Laoshi's death, he no longer felt it was necessary.

Including Claire in the movie, no one who lives in the bubble house is truly safe. There are plenty of ways to kill them there. Claire only survived because she wasn't tricked into dying in the bubble house. Li Shuaixi thought to himself.

Do planes actually crash down these days? Not counting helicopters, I guess only passenger planes could raze a sanatorium to the ground.

"That's not right either. In Europe and America, there are red-eye flights..." Li Shuaixi suddenly remembered a little-known fact he had read somewhere, "There are also quite a few flights operating at night."

Just then, a loud bang was heard, and Li Shuaixi knew nothing more.

A passenger plane plummeted from the pitch-black night sky, as if crashing into an endless black fog. The plane attempted an emergency landing, but after failing, it transformed into a rampaging steel behemoth, tearing through the forest amidst thick smoke and flames. The behemoth's final destination was none other than the sanatorium.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The already shattered nose cone, laden with countless fragments, crashed into the sanatorium. The empty wards at one end and on both sides of the corridor, which had been crumbling like paper before the impact, were instantly reduced to new fragments. The flames, debris, and shockwaves of the explosion reached the end of the corridor in an instant, causing all the safe houses to collapse as well.

Almost everyone lost consciousness the instant the impact occurred. Wang Xia grabbed Zheng Xue, instinctively trying to leave the safe house. But the shockwave was faster than him. Zheng Xue, whose face was contorted in agony just a second ago, was reduced to a mangled mess of flesh in Wang Xia's hands, smeared against the wall.

Wang Xia hadn't lost consciousness yet, but he was blasted away and slammed into a wall. The power armor's defense was indeed impressive, preventing him from being torn apart like the others. In that instant, dizzy and disoriented, Wang Xia gritted his teeth and turned around, seeing some enormous creature in the distance tearing off roofs and walls, pressing down with terrifying force.

He immediately activated his jetpack as Zheng Zha had taught him. Even though this might not guarantee escape, it was better than waiting to die. As an excellent special forces soldier, even in the face of a life-or-death crisis, Wang Xia's well-trained body would react in the most advantageous way possible.

The power armor carried Wang Xia and soared into the sky at an angle. The next moment, a metal fragment came hurtling through the air and pierced the nuclear fusion core on the back of the power armor.

The wind howled sharply, like a piercing mockery. An extremely improbable event occurred at that moment: Wang Xia's nuclear fusion core was precisely pierced; and the sufficiently stable high-fission battery produced by the Main God Space short-circuited precisely in that instant of destruction.

Analyzing whether the compatibility structure between high fission batteries and nuclear fusion cores is unstable is of little practical significance... In the face of death, all low-probability events are possible, forming a chain leading to death.

A burst of intense flames erupted behind Wang Xia, and the power armor carried him into the air, turning him into fireworks.

The flames spread in all directions, but then froze in the next instant.

To be precise, the world has come to a standstill.

At that moment, the flames and fragments froze in mid-air, the visible shockwave rippling outwards before settling into stillness. All the sounds of explosions, collisions, and tearing flesh seemed to stretch endlessly, and invisible, bloody notes rose in the darkness, their destination unknown.

(End of this chapter)