Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 282 The Mask?

After being exposed to these horror movies, the Zhongzhou team has grown from a rookie team and a team new to team battles into a powerful reincarnation squad... One of the signs of this is that they can confidently split up their forces in non-extreme horror movies.

The ability to divide and conquer is precisely what the reincarnation team must master. Only with this ability can they handle more complex missions. The purpose of the main god in training reincarnators has never been to have them huddle together and go on dungeon runs.

After confirming Michael's route, Mu Xiang and the others certainly wouldn't go to a party... that would just lead the monsters towards the characters they were protecting.

“Being late or even standing someone up is normal,” Mu Xiang said. “Isn’t it normal for young couples or temporary couples to spend some time together?”

"Who says you can't do it at a party?" Zhang Heng's smirk rang out. "Didn't the original movie have scenes of them going to someone else's house and doing *that*?"

Mu Xiang pushed up his glasses: "So they're dead... Also, you don't need to go to a special channel to pick up on trash talk."

The old television in front of me was playing a boring Halloween program. According to the premise of *Halloween 3*, one of the advertisements contained a special frequency that activated a mask imbued with mysterious power, causing the wearer to die a agonizing death. If the God of War were a little more wicked, he might even send this mask to characters from the first film, letting them die right under the noses of the reincarnators.

But even with Mu Xiang's X-ray vision, he couldn't find anything like that after scanning the entire town... It seemed like this movie really had nothing to do with the mask factory.

[Given this, the *Halloween* series... and so on, was designed to create a Halloween horror universe. According to the theory of dimensionalism, this is definitely a cluster of dimensions; how can we ignore the connections?]

[Based on Zheng Zha and his team's observations, some of the so-called characters in this world are inherently problematic... even the mask-like designs may appear dubious to us.]

[Hidden identity... Hidden identity what? The identity of the Reincarnation Squad. To whom do we need to hide it...?]

The answer is quite simple.

Thinking of this, Mu Xiang couldn't help but marvel at the God's ability to arrange identities. This was perhaps a direct modification at the level of the principles of civilization, allowing the Reincarnation Team to possess legitimate identities in various planes. Even their recent parachute landing could be matched with a plausible past.

This tactic seems to work not only against the native inhabitants of the plane... but also against forces that have been lurking in the plane beforehand. In this way, the information gap is directly reversed.

[Great Power...]

Just then, a large, cold hand gripped the back of Mu Xiang's neck. As the person was about to lift Mu Xiang up, Mu Xiang shook his neck, and the person's metacarpal bone shattered completely.

The excruciating pain wasn't the real obstacle; his inability to exert force was. His footsteps, which had been as quiet as a cat's, finally echoed in the dimly lit living room.

The next moment, Mu Xiang grabbed the sofa and smashed it down on Michael's head.

The sound of bones breaking was incredibly crisp, and the previously arrogant "Devilman" was thus pinned under the sofa.

"Isn't that a bit too violent?" Liu Xi's calm voice rang out from another sofa chair.

She had been sitting to the side, but due to the interference of the True Senses, the distance between the two sofas became extremely far, and Michael clearly couldn't notice her.

"I'm violent all the time. If you keep complaining, you won't have anything else to do," Mu Xiang said nonchalantly. Counting the five years he spent in the Ju-on world, Mu Xiang had been immersed in the path of power for many years... Moreover, with the subtle enhancement, he could certainly control his strength and not smash Michael to death.

Right now, he's just lying on the ground, unable to get up, his bones all broken.

"A full-body burn would require ten years of recovery... If the plot hadn't changed, you'd be lying there until we got back." Mu Xiang looked at the person lying on the sofa like a rag doll. "I'm curious where your strength design is..."

Mu Xiang had previously analyzed for the Central Continent team that in this kind of horror movie world, there must be props worth acquiring. Michael's immortality, and his growth after each injury and death, all indicate that there's something special behind him. Whether it's some kind of curse or the mask itself, there's bound to be some prop that the Reincarnation Team can obtain and acquire its power.

"At least in my opinion, enhancing related resistances after being killed is actually a kind of weakened gene adjustment," Mu Xiang analyzed. "Of course, it's not a weakened fourth-order gene lock... it's just a weakened ability. Even so, it's still very significant for the Reincarnation Squad."

Zhao Yingkong's figure emerged from the darkness like a ghost, and she frowned slightly as she looked at the things under the sofa.

Clearly, she didn't think it was that bad; she was focused on something else.

Mu Xiang adjusted his glasses and asked, "Can you be sure now?"

“Yes, there must be some special effect that makes him act like this,” Zhao Yingkong said calmly. “His movements are completely unqualified in stealth... but the effect he produces is superb. Unless his talent is exceptional... this is impossible.”

Liu Xi shrugged and said, "Okay, I admit I didn't notice his arrival... but he didn't notice me either, so we're even."

Mu Xiang seemed thoughtful, then looked at Zhao Yingkong: "What level of talent? Is talent like yours sufficient?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yingkong stared straight at Mu Xiang.

Just then, a series of popping sounds came from under the sofa.

Meanwhile, Dr. Loomis stood on the outskirts of the courtyard, hiding behind a bush, watching the three little devils preparing for their haunted house adventure.

The boy, who said "I'm not afraid," was pushed out and, under the fearful yet expectant gaze of his friends behind him, prepared to walk towards the half-open door.

Miles House has always been a great place for haunted house adventures.

Just as the boy stepped into the house, a pale white light emerged from the darkness and covered his face. The next moment, he lost consciousness.

Watching the lead soldier disappear into the darkness without a sound, the other two boys were also caught in a dilemma.

Was he captured by a monster, or was he hiding in the dark preparing to scare them...? The latter is more likely; everyone's played that trick before. Getting scared inside is certainly embarrassing; but running straight home will only invite more ridicule for a long time.

Just as they were hesitating about whether to conspire to run away first and then say, "We were just messing with you," a tall figure wearing a white mask emerged from the darkness.

(End of this chapter)