Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 152 Locke: Did I say this was a personal grudge, Erdoron?!

"So, you and Grandpa come from another world???"

Mark gaped in disbelief that something just like what happened in the comic book was actually happening to him. Parallel worlds were real! And the old man who came to his door today even brought another version of himself with him.

This is absolutely—absolutely Thai hot!

Big Mark slowly released his hand from his shoulder, sat on the bed, and let out a long sigh.

He was two years older than Mark in this world, and had experienced many things. His eyes held a weariness and vicissitude that little Mark had never seen, and even his temples had a lot of gray hair.

Looking at his younger self, still bearing the naivety of youth and filled with shock, Zi Guangli unconsciously revealed a deep sense of pity.

He knew all too well that the naive boy before him was unaware of the heart-wrenching betrayal he was about to face, the heavy burden of fate he would bear in the future, and the fact that some losses could never be made up for in a lifetime.

"Do I have superpowers? When did I awaken them? What codename will I use in the future? Do you all like me?"

Just as Little Horse was excitedly asking Old Horse, he noticed Old Horse's constipated expression and snapped out of his excitement, asking with a surprised look, "Wait, why did you come to our world from your own? What happened?"

Just as Xiao Ma and Lao Ma were talking, at the same time, on the 30th floor underground of the Global Defense Bureau.

A cold blue light flowed through the corridor, and the air was always filled with the faint warmth of running electrical circuits and the smell of disinfectant.

Cecil had just hung up the encrypted call with the Pentagon. Rubbing his throbbing temples, he walked out of the communications room. He hadn't slept for seventy-two hours, and his eyes were covered with dark circles. Even his steps were slightly unsteady.

Having finally weathered this mess, Cissell breathed a long sigh of relief.

The nutritionist in the medical department specially brewed him a special black coffee with triple espresso and left a hot dinner in his insulated box. All he wanted now was to go back to his office, quietly drink a cup of coffee, eat a hot meal, and then do some simple work for half an hour as a break, even if it was just half an hour.

Can't this world just be quiet for a while? It's always going on and on. When will he finally find a successor and retire?

Thinking of this, he glanced at his watch and belatedly realized that it was only breakfast time.

Day and night are reversed, meals are irregular, and even the sense of time becomes blurred—this is the daily life of the Director of the Global Defense Agency.

He rubbed his throbbing temples and had just turned to walk towards his office when he heard Donald's voice.

"Chief, something's happened. You need to come to control room immediately. The orbital monitoring system has detected an unprecedented energy reaction. Omniknight just left the atmosphere and is currently engaged in combat with an unknown entity."

Cecilia didn't even bother to furrow her brow or lift her eyelids. She opened her mouth, intending to curse, "What the hell is wrong now?" or ask, "Can't I just have a cup of coffee in peace?" or vent her frustration from working non-stop for the past 72 hours.

But the words that were on the tip of his tongue turned into a barely audible sigh: "God, Donald—never mind."

Then, resigned, he turned around and walked towards the control room.

He's used to it.

Inside the control room, all the staff stopped what they were doing and dared not breathe. Ignoring all the gazes directed at him, Cissel walked straight to the central screen.

On the screen, above geosynchronous orbit, two dazzling points of light are locked in a fierce battle. The high-definition images transmitted back by the satellite clearly show that the one being overwhelmed is the "diplomat" All-Round Man, sent to Earth by Witrum two years ago.

Meanwhile, another mysterious figure dressed in black and white armor is overwhelmingly forcing Omnipotent Man into retreat, much like a father beating his son.

Cecilia stood with her hands behind her back, staring intently at the screen, her face expressionless.

He just stood there, without saying a word.

The entire control room was so quiet that only the monotonous buzzing of the instruments could be heard.

After a long while, he closed his eyes, pressed his knuckles hard against the throbbing trigeminal nerve below his temple, and let out a long sigh. The whole movement was slow and heavy, as if each finger lift would exhaust the last bit of strength he had left.

He opened his eyes, staring intently at the two figures locked in a fierce battle on the screen, his mind racing with only two thoughts:

Here we go again.

What the hell is going on again?

The next second, he suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against sheet metal. There was no hysterical scream, but it carried a chilling rage: "Can anyone tell me where this old bastard in the white shirt came from? What is the surveillance team doing? Ten minutes! I need a complete report on his and All-Round Man's every move, not a second less!"

There was a moment of deathly silence in the control room, followed by a sudden burst of keyboard clicks and communicator notifications, and everyone began to frantically move around.

Cecilia rubbed her throbbing temples, the anger on her face quickly subsiding, leaving only a deep-seated weariness.

He turned to Donald, who was still standing there in a daze, and said in a deep voice, "Contact Immortal immediately and tell him that Omnipotent is under attack in the synchronous orbit and needs support. Also, notify the technical department to put all orbital weapons on standby."

"yes!"

Donald turned and strode away, leaving only the monotonous beeping of the instruments and the clatter of keyboards in the control room.

Cecilia was finally able to stare at the screen undisturbed, her gaze fixed on the black-and-white suited figure that was overwhelmingly suppressing the All-Round Man.

The more he looked at that face, the more eerily familiar it seemed. It wasn't the kind of blurry impression you get from passing by, but a familiarity etched deep in your memory, carrying a certain unfulfilled regret.

He frowned, his mind racing like he was flipping through dusty old files, searching for an alien invader? A retired hero? Or some supervillain who slipped through the net?

neither.

Until a scene he had forgotten for more than a decade suddenly crashed into his mind. It was something Debbie had asked him to do not long after he had met her.

Cecilia's breathing suddenly stopped, and her voice involuntarily rose in disbelief.

"WTF? God, are you kidding me???"

Meanwhile, Nolan, as the protagonist, once again felt the same way he did when he received his coming-of-age ceremony in Witrum. However, this time, his father didn't have any support; the other side was aiming to kill him with three punches.

Nolan, whose face was swollen on one side and whose mouth was bleeding, was beginning to lose consciousness.

With his last ounce of strength, he seized the moment when Locke was pulling back his fist, his arms bulging with veins, and roared as he snatched away the fragment of an asteroid with a diameter of 100 meters beside him. It was the very meteorite debris that he had been ordered to intercept not long ago, which was supposed to crash into the North American continent.

But before the rock, carrying an aura of destruction, could even touch Locke's clothes, a thin, yet blindingly bright, scarlet heat beam shot from his eyes, precisely slicing through the center of the meteorite.

A straight, scarlet crack instantly appeared on the hard rock surface. The next second, the entire asteroid exploded from the crack, turning into countless tiny fragments that silently scattered in the vacuum.

As the smoke cleared, Locke was seen hovering in place, his eyes now completely blood red, his pupils surging with terrifying fury.

The next second, two scorching gazes shot out from his eyes, hitting Nolan squarely in the chest.

Nolan didn't even have time to scream before he was shot off like a cannonball, leaving a long trail, flying backward from geosynchronous orbit and crashing hard onto the surface of the moon.

"boom--!"

With a deafening roar, a massive crater several kilometers in diameter was blasted open on the lunar surface, sending countless fragments of lunar rock soaring into the sky and silently scattering in the vacuum.

Nolan lay at the bottom of the pit, feeling dizzy and with a sharp ringing in his ears. Even the powerful self-healing ability of the Witrum people couldn't keep up with the damage to his body.

He tried to push himself up from the ground, but a dark shadow descended from the sky and stomped him back into the lunar soil.

Locke grabbed his collar, shoved him to the bottom of the pit, and rained down punches.

A left hook shattered his jawbone, a right straight punch broke his ribs; each punch carried the power to tear apart mountains, leaving Nolan utterly helpless.

His proud physique, like that of Witrum, was as fragile as paper in front of his opponent. The warrior pride etched into his genes was torn to shreds in this storm of beatings.

In this absolute vacuum where not even a single sound could travel, he couldn't utter a single word. His throat moved in vain, only managing to exhale a few fleeting wisps of white vapor.

He could only stare intently at Locke standing at the edge of the pit with his right eye, which was swollen into a thin slit and covered with dried blood scabs. Every blink brought a tearing pain, and his vision was filled with swaying double images and flickering blood-red spots of light.

He tried his best to decipher the other person's lip movements, but in his blurry vision, even the outline of the other person's lips was blurred into a swaying black shadow, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Locke: "Fuck! You high-dimensional creature, even in death you still disgust me, fuck you!"

Locke: "To hell with the will of the universe."

Locke: "And you! Omegapotus, you're the absolute best of the best!!!"

Recalling those monsters and freaks, Locke's fists grew harder and harder. Since awakening his power, not only him, but even Lockes rarely got this angry. He was truly infuriated by those idiots. They were willing to risk their lives to disgust him. What were they after? To cure his low blood pressure?

Omnipotent's blood gushed from his wound, but in the absolute vacuum of the moon, the scalding blood instantly boiled and vaporized, and then quickly condensed into tiny red ice crystals in the extreme cold, like a silent blood mist, slowly drifting down onto the grayish-white lunar soil.

Locke glanced down at the bloodstains on his knuckles, then looked at his cheap son-in-law, who was beaten beyond recognition at the bottom of the pit. He snorted coldly and was about to cancel his transformation to treat his wounds.

But just then, a golden figure burst out from the shadows behind him. The belated Immortal had finally seized what he considered the best opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

However, Locke didn't even turn around when faced with the Immortal's sneak attack. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he accurately grabbed the fist that the Immortal was swinging at him.

That iron fist, powerful enough to shatter an entire reinforced concrete building with a single punch, was now as if gripped tightly by red-hot steel clamps, unable to move even an inch.

Locke slowly turned to the side, his face expressionless. Before the immortal could react, he lowered his head slightly and delivered a clean headbutt to the other's forehead.

With a muffled thud, the sound traveled through his bones. Without uttering a sound, the Immortal Warrior rolled his eyes and fell straight backward, completely losing consciousness and floating in the vacuum.

Locke turned to look at the Immortal, then at Nolan, and finally at the blue Earth. He raised the international friendship sign and slowly said, "Ciscel, you're a fucking idiot! What's it to you if I beat him up!"

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