Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 299 Director Hua's Script Was Torn

With Lu Jingming's control over the World Tree, he can cut off the energy flow in the earth's veins at any time, thwarting Xingxiao's scheme.

Although he could have taken over Xingxiao's achievements, Lu Jingming did not do so.

As his fingertips lightly traced the void, the patterns of the earth's vein network lit up before his eyes, like countless glowing blood vessels.

He could clearly "touch" the flow of negative energy—the destructive urge generated by each explosion, the despair brought by each death, the resentment bred by each betrayal... These dark forces were slowly converging along the earth's veins, eventually flowing to two endpoints: Star Howl and the Holy Grail.

The negative energy absorbed by Xingxiao amplified Xingxiao's power, while the negative energy absorbed by the Holy Grail was purified and reversed into positive energy, which was then fed back to the planet beneath their feet.

"Sacrifice the individual for the greater good..." Lu Jingming murmured softly, his tone devoid of emotion.

This statement was once an excuse for those in positions of power to oppress the weak, but now it has become a principle he personally practices.

The soul masters and civilians who died in Mingdu, and the soul beasts that howled in the crucible of war, their sacrifices were utter tragedies for the individuals, but on a planetary timescale, they may have truly been necessary "nourishment."

He is not a saint, nor can he even be considered a good person.

In order to advance the planet and create a future that could accommodate more possibilities, he acquiesced to the disaster.

The faces of the victims flashed through his mind, so blurry as if they had never existed—he didn't even know their names.

this is the truth.

The ambitions of those in high positions are always built on bones; the only thing they can do is to hold onto their bottom line.

"At least……"

Lu Jingming clenched his fist, and the World Tree Holy Mark patterns on his hand glowed faintly. "I will bring back these civilians who perished in Mingdu."

As for anything more, he can't do it, and he doesn't want to.

The sound of explosions could be heard in the distance on the night wind; the battle between Feixiao and the Doomsday Beast was still ongoing.

Lu Jingming gazed in the direction of the alternate dimension opened up by Xing Xiao, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

He could roughly guess the scheme of that Annihilation Lord. After all, he had thought of this path before. However, because Xingxiao was not the true form, her power was limited, so she needed to kill and destroy to accumulate more power in order to achieve her ultimate goal.

"I can feel that this planet is transforming."

Heather's figure appeared behind Lu Jingming at some point, her words carried with a sea breeze-like aura and an indescribable complexity in her tone.

"Is this the result you wanted?"

Lu Jingming chuckled lightly, not surprised by Haiseyin's keen perception. As a demigod who held some power over the ocean, it was only natural that she could sense these changes.

The ocean is the source of life on the planet. When the planet evolves, the first thing to change is inevitably the ocean, which is the source of life.

"Truly worthy of being called a demigod of the ocean,"

He turned around, his gaze meeting Heather's. "That's right, I want to make this planet stronger, strong enough to support a broader future."

"The energy concentration in the deep ocean is rising,"

Heather slowly recounted her discovery, her voice tinged with complexity.

"This change is spreading to the land and will soon cover the entire planet. Even the oceans are expanding, but they are not swallowing the land—the planet itself is 'growing,' and new elements and substances are being born, just like... a seed is breaking out of its shell."

Her gaze toward Lu Jingming grew increasingly complicated.

For the soul masters, civilians, and even soul beasts who died in the war, Lu Jingming was undoubtedly the instigator of this disaster and a villain with blood on his hands.

But for the continuation of civilization on the planet, and for the beings who will benefit from it in the future, he is like a pioneer who cut through the chaos.

Haise suddenly remembered her past—in order to open up the journey of fire, she had killed 60,000 enemies on the battlefield. Weren't those lives that fell under her sword just stepping stones for the journey of fire?

She had no grounds to condemn Lu Jingming, and even secretly approved of this "necessary evil" in her heart.

For a more worthwhile future, sacrifices are never unavoidable, at least for those "chess players" who stand outside the game.

She was unaware that Lu Jingming had a backup plan for resurrection; otherwise, her feelings towards him might have been even more complicated.

"If you want to stay in this world, or help Jiu Jiu obtain a divine position,"

Lu Jingming didn't want to dwell on the heavy topic, so he changed the subject, "Let's go hunt down other Servants."

Heather nodded slightly in agreement, then turned and left. She would do it even without Lu Jingming saying so.

Although the divine position is no longer unique, and the number of Servants who can remain is no longer limited, the number of slots is still limited, and competition is inevitable.

Unwilling to attack her own allies, she could only target enemy Servants.

This ocean demigod, who once annihilated tens of thousands of enemy troops in a single battle, is both a god of death and a god of war. Among all the Servants who descended, she is considered top-tier. Apart from a few exceptional individuals such as Feixiao, Jingyuan, and Xingxiao, there are very few who can rival her.

Lu Jingming had reason to believe that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Heather would be one of the ultimate victors—of course, this was also because she was Xu Jiujiu's follower and "one of their own."

"Go on, all of you, get on the stage."

Lu Jingming's voice, like an invisible horn, resounded in the ears of the Servants such as Durandal and Cerrudra.

"Your script has begun, and all the actors are here."

"I'm just waiting for your words."

Upon hearing this, Krystal put away the golden chessboard and pieces in front of her, a calm smile appearing on her lips, and turned her gaze to the returning Heather.

"My sword and banner, as always, accompanied me on my campaigns and returned in triumph."

"Yes, Caesar."

Heather bowed with her hand on her chest, her elegant posture concealing a soaring fighting spirit; her sword was already drawn, its sharpness fully revealed.

"Should I go too?"

Raiden Mei appeared behind Lu Jingming.

She was aware of her unique situation—as the planner of the Holy Grail War and Lu Jingming's Servant, she didn't actually need to go to the battlefield.

"You will follow me,"

A strange glint flashed in Lu Jingming's eyes. "I'm going to see a 'friend' on the way. I guess... you could call him a friend?"

He discovered Vita among the Servants this time. Mei might know her, but whether they can be considered friends is hard to say.

"friend?"

Raiden Mei frowned. Besides Durandal and Pine Sparrow, were there other Servants from the same worldview as her?
You'll know when you see it.

Lu Jingming smiled.

Given Vita's reputation as a "bad woman" in the Honkai world, Mei probably doesn't want to see her.

"I don't like riddle tellers."

Raiden Mei stared at him intently, her eyes seeming to weigh where to strike. "Alright, it's Vita."

Lu Jingming's lips twitched. To avoid having strange "things" in the food next time, it was best not to offend this cook.

"is her?"

Raiden Mei's tone instantly became full of disdain.

Nobody likes someone who enjoys teasing others, especially if the other person finds it amusing.

Despite her initial disdain, hearing a familiar name in another world stirred a subtle, almost imperceptible emotion within her—it wouldn't be bad to take this opportunity to "teach" Vita a lesson.

……

On the other side, Gu Yue summoned Wang Qiu'er and said in a deep voice, "Qiu'er, you should also take Youlandail with you. You should have realized that you are still missing something. Go and kill her, and become a complete individual."

Wang Qiu'er was taken aback, then nodded: "I understand."

After breaking through to the Soul Saint realm, without the covert manipulation of a certain God King, she finally clearly perceived her own incompleteness—that missing part of her existence was in Mingdu.

By consuming the other, she can become completely whole and a truly independent individual.

Gu Yue's eyes were incredibly deep.

The time has come. Sea God Tang San is too busy to help himself and has no power to intervene in Douluo Continent. Tang Wutong can only have a trace of Sea God's divine consciousness on her at most.

If Wang Qiu'er can kill Tang Wutong and absorb her, she can replace her existence—equivalent to the fusion of the Emperor Beast and Tang Wutong, but with Wang Qiu'er as the dominant force.

Wang Qiu'er always saw herself as a soul beast, an imperial auspicious beast, and would never accept Tang San even after returning to her complete form.

If that sea god wanted her to call him "father," he would surely be met with the merciless piercing of the golden dragon spear.

This was Gu Yue's revenge against Tang San for scheming against the Emperor Beast and the Soul Beast Clan.

"Miss Yulandal, I'm entrusting Qiu'er to you."

Gu Yue looked at Youlan Dale.

Wang Qiu'er and Tang Wutong are evenly matched in strength. The variable lies in the Haotian Sect and Tang Wutong's followers. However, Wang Qiu'er is not fighting alone—with her and Lu Jingming as her backers, her chances of winning are extremely high.

"Although I don't understand it very well, I will defeat all enemies!"

Yulandel was unaware of the relationship between Tang Wutong and Wang Qiu'er, nor did she know the intricacies involved, but all she needed to do was defeat her enemies and didn't need to think about anything else.

As long as the outcome is good, she can tolerate the process.

"Istaru, do you want to come along?"

Gu Yue turned to look at the follower beside him.

Ishtar shook her head lazily: "No interest, it's boring."

For Istar, neither the Holy Grail nor godhood held any appeal; she only wanted to use her power to record the world, and she didn't care much about anything else.

If Gu Yue wanted a divine position, she could barely muster the motivation to help Gu Yue compete for the Holy Grail.

After all, it was her Master who summoned her to another world, allowing her to record a different history. She was willing to give this much in return.

However, Gu Yue had already stated that she did not need a divine position. Her true form, the Silver Dragon King, was already a god-king level divine position, and it was bound to her bloodline and integrated into her bloodline, so she did not need to rely on the divine realm or the holy mark.

Having the bloodline of the Silver Dragon King is equivalent to having the divine position of the Silver Dragon King, a god-king level, without needing any other divine positions.

Gu Yue was not interested in the Holy Grail, nor was Ishtar. This Master and Servant pair chose to withdraw from the competition from the very beginning.

"Damn it! Who is it? How dare they steal my director position from Hanabi! I'm so angry!"

Hanabi stomped her foot hard, her cheeks puffing out slightly with anger.

Her signature black twin ponytails swung with her movements, the red tassels at the ends drawing anxious arcs in the air.

Her fiery red attire, like a burning flame, perfectly complemented her disheveled appearance. Before coming to Mingdu, she had meticulously detailed the storyboard down to the lines of every battle, even working through the night to include Vita, whom she had met by chance, in the script, all in preparation for staging a "Holy Grail War drama" led by herself.

But who could have imagined that the damned Lord of Annihilation would flip the table so easily!

The antimatter army swarmed in, and her carefully designed plot was instantly crushed into pieces. Overnight, Director Hua went from being a mastermind behind the scenes to an extra being chased by the flames of war. How could she swallow this insult?
"Hmph, so what if the script got torn up?"

Hanabi clenched her fists, a sly glint flashing in her light red pupils, and a mischievous smile curled at the corners of her lips.

"Hanabi-sama doesn't want to be an actor who can be manipulated by others. Go find that mastermind and settle the score right now!"

She's not some naive and innocent girl.

How could the Masked Fool not see the deeper game hidden behind this Holy Grail War?

Even someone like the Great Monarch Xingxiao, who could destroy everything, and even the two Hunting Envoys, Jingyuan and Jingliu, were ultimately just pawns bouncing around on the stage.

She hadn't bothered to investigate before, since it was more interesting to watch everyone follow the script she had written. But now that the fun was over, simply fighting with other Servants or tackling the tough nut of Star Shooting was just too boring.

In comparison, it seems more fun to expose the guy hiding behind the scenes.

Just as Hanabi turned to go find the so-called mastermind.

Her gaze swept over the half-collapsed clock tower on the street corner, its broken gears stuck in the ruins, moonlight filtering through the cracks and casting dappled shadows on the ground.

What's the point of directly finding the mastermind behind it all?

Hanabi's eyes lit up, like a child who had discovered a new toy. She clapped her hands and exclaimed, "How about... we try a different way of playing?"

She discovered a more fun toy, a toy that would make the Holy Grail War more interesting than finding the mastermind behind it all.

The masked fool never lacks amusement; he just needs to create it himself.

With a swift movement, she seemed to blend into the shadows, silently disappearing into the ruins of the clock tower.

The red hem of her skirt swept across the scattered bricks and stones, leaving behind a series of light footsteps.

Instead of going directly to the chess player, she might as well be the most mischievous chess piece. Just thinking about the chess player's headache makes Hanabi want to laugh. She laughs whenever she wants, and her silvery laughter echoes through the ruins.

At the same time, Lu Jingming was standing at the highest point of the Wuchang Temple Observatory when a thought suddenly struck him, and his brows involuntarily furrowed.

"Ok?"

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, feeling as if someone was talking about him in the shadows.

"Could it be that those two guys are plotting to make things difficult for me?"

Lu Jingming sighed helplessly, and two faces instantly appeared in his mind—Hanabi's light red pupils that always sparkled with a mischievous light, and Vita, that wicked woman.

These two "masked fools" are no pushovers.

If you put the two of them together, who knows what mind-blowing things they might do.

(End of this chapter)