Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

nmd, wsm!

My millennia of cultivation and worldly experience, which I've cultivated to achieve a state of calm and composure, are no match for a short-lived offspring.

I cannot accept this!

The demon's expression gradually twisted; it had one last method.

Since the problem originated on the battlefield of the Consciousness Empire, let's begin our counterattack from there. While Vayne's Originium Arts may terrify the demons, so what?

Being strong doesn't mean being good at using it. A child wielding a revolver might not necessarily defeat a hunter with a knife. As long as it can find and defeat Wayne on the battlefield of the Consciousness Empire, the mental restraints binding it will automatically be lifted. It doesn't believe that its rich experience will lead to defeat against the same Aslan on two battlefields simultaneously!

Come on, just wait. The next time your power of words weakens will be your death day!

It wasn't just the demons who were astonished by Wayne's brilliant Originium Arts; in fact, the shock was far more intense in the minds of normal people like Winster and Ernest than in the demons.

They were all men who had fought against demons. Ernest had vanquished the deep-sea monsters that surged ashore, while Winston had actually fought numerous demons in the wastelands beyond the Forgotten Mountains, preserving that faint spark of civilization at its inception. They knew better than anyone how troublesome demons were, and that was precisely why Wayne's ability to "command demons" was so incomprehensible and unbelievable to them.

Ernest, a military strategist and political aristocrat, immediately recognized the terrifying consequences of Wayne's magic. While this land was controlled by a state, numerous independent organizations existed, particularly those dedicated to fighting demons and possessing immortal beings, acting with unbridled arrogance. If they became aware of Wayne's abilities, it was difficult to guarantee that some "madmen" wouldn't risk being hunted down by Victoria to attempt to capture and study Wayne.

Moreover, even disregarding these organizations, the mere fact that someone with ulterior motives obtains information such as "the Prince of Wales of Victoria can command demons" is enough to be misinterpreted as the exact opposite, thus harming His Highness Wayne.

This ability must not be revealed.

What Winster saw in Wayne was a spark of hope. It was Victoria's chance to once again ascend the throne of the British Empire and trample the barbarians of Ursus, the traitors of Columbia, and the prisoners of Rembiton underfoot.

The King of Destiny is incredibly precious. Even before he fully matured, Wayne already possessed the power to rival demons. What would happen when he reached his peak?

Standing on the land of Victoria, who can disobey the Emperor's decree?

Although he's... well, a bit lazy now, Winster has a feeling that Wayne will one day abandon mundane affairs and submit to fate.

Before that, he needs to lie low, like a dragon hidden in the abyss, and not make a sound.

Winster glanced at the demon, and as for this "historic victory" symbolizing Prince Wayne's awakening, let it remain buried deep in the earth.

Winster pulled an umbrella from under his white robe, quickly dismantled the frame, drew his lightsaber, and walked toward the demon.

The experiment is over; it's time to kill this monster in human skin.

"hehe....."

Suddenly, a cold laugh came from the demon's mouth.

With its last ounce of strength, it finally broke free from Wayne's spell five minutes ahead of schedule.

This is a desperate battle, a last stand. If it loses on the battlefield of consciousness, its physical body in reality will inevitably suffer severe damage. At that point, the possibility of escaping the deadly attack of the immortal species and escaping alive will be virtually zero.

It could run away right now, but it's unwilling to give up.

There is no escape in the war between demons and humans. This is true for both humans and demons. It is a fight to the death!

Winster's expression changed, and his body rushed towards Wayne almost faster than he could think, trying to shield him. But even the fastest unicorn can't outrun the speed of light. Drawn by the sneer, Wayne turned around and found himself face to face with the demon.

"Prepare to die, Wayne!"

The Originium Arts he was about to unleash were abruptly halted in his throat. Wayne felt a slight jolt in his head.

The next second, looking around, he found himself in a vast, uncivilized wasteland. Almost simultaneously, a piece of knowledge appeared in his mind.

—This is the ancient territory of the Empire of Consciousness, where all life will reveal its truest form.

Chapter 100: I alone possess two of the two great natural disasters!

The ancient territory of the Empire of Consciousness?

Wayne felt his thinking was a little slow, but he still knew the term "Consciousness Empire".

After all, it was the only time in the Arknights storyline that the death of an implemented operator was explicitly shown. The hidden ending in Ceobe's Fungus Labyrinth: returning to the wilderness, is something that Wayne still remembers vividly.

All life here will reveal its truest form.

In Wayne's memory, Cerberus finally saw his true form in the Empire of Consciousness, namely Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell and the gatekeeper of the underworld. He was drawn by the call from the depths of his soul and finally nestled in the embrace of that wild beast and fell asleep forever.

If the silly dog's image here is Cerberus, then what would I be?

Wayne couldn't help but wonder—was it a tall and mighty lion, an ordinary human, or a combination of both, a half-orc with a lion's head and a human body?

That sounds interesting, but Wayne is certain he's not a furry fanatic, so he'd better pass on the idea of ​​petting himself. He has plenty of feline friends around him—Vina, Kal'tsit—can't he pet any of them later?

Unfortunately, he was in a strange state. He felt unusually heavy and cramped all over, like a tall man who had been stuffed into a narrow suitcase and couldn't move at all.

However, just because he couldn't move didn't mean others couldn't. In Wayne's aimless gaze, an eyeball as wide as two people could hug floated in front of him, enveloped in black mist.

Through his massive frame, Wayne looked down at the tiny, eyeball-like creature before him. He seemed to have figured something out, but not quite. The eerie slowness of his thoughts within the Consciousness Empire's environment limited his reaction time, like a browser with its internet restricted. It took forever to load the image of the "eyeball-like creature," let alone search for information about it in his brain's database. Wayne felt incredibly laggy, the screen filled with endlessly spinning loading circles and network lag that made him want to scream. He was getting irritable, but still couldn't figure out what the eyeball in front of him actually was.

Unlike the bizarre network anomalies of Wayne, the demon [Collapsed Eye] thrived in the eye of the Consciousness Empire. Freed from the constraints of its physical body, it poured all its power into this battlefield never before trodden by humans, experiencing its near-peak strength, which filled it with determination.

It is a demon, an enemy of civilization. This is the power and prestige it should possess. Those who see it should be terrified, those who utter its name should be horrified, and even just thinking of its existence should make them tremble!

Instead of being humiliated and reduced to a human's plaything, taken from and exploited at will, enduring humiliation and suffering, meow meow meow meow!

The Collapsed Eye raised its head—if it truly possessed such an organ—and gazed at the towering lion before it with its scarlet pupils.

The Lion King had a majestic appearance, and his smooth golden mane reflected a dazzling golden light under the sun that never sets in the Empire of Consciousness. He crossed his forelegs in front of his chest and bent his hind legs on the ground, looking relaxed and content.

For some reason, the demon [Eye of Collapse] always felt an inexplicable sense of unease about the spirited lion in front of him.

It must be an illusion.

No one understands the workings of the Consciousness Empire better than the demons. Every life form here will reveal its truest form. No matter how you disguise yourself on the outside, once you enter the Consciousness Empire, your soul will not lie!

What it sees now is a resting lion, so Wayne's true nature must be a sleeping lion!

Could he possibly be playing a Trojan horse, hiding a mine inside?

[The Collapsed Eye] chuckled—if it had that organ—there's such a thing? Never heard of it~

Humans struggle to comprehend demons, just as Wayne himself couldn't fathom why he could perceive a "ruthless smile" in a single eye. Right before his eyes, the demon [Collapsed Eye]'s pupil suddenly contracted, and a massive amount of black mist surged towards Wayne's body. Enveloped in the black mist, Wayne couldn't even control his breathing, unable to stop inhaling the clearly malevolent vapors.

The massive, resting lion puffed out clouds of black smoke. With each breath Wayne took, the smile on the demon's face—if it had that organ—grew even brighter, until the black smoke was completely absorbed into the lion's body, and finally, a brilliant light shone in the demon's eyes.

Mission accomplished!

"Prepare to die, Wayne!"

With a wild roar, the next second, tens of thousands of black spikes pierced the lion's body.

Mission accomplished!

A surge of intense satisfaction welled up within the demon. It had succeeded; that hateful human cub that had made it meow so loudly was finally dead!

Next, as long as it devours Wayne's soul and drags it into the kingdom to become its "subject," it will be able to master that terrible Originium Arts, and then easily annihilate that white-robed immortal and that vulnerable nobleman, re-pollute the forest, attack the mountains, break through the human defenses, and release its exiled compatriots!

Everything is ready. As long as it keeps moving forward, the road will continue to extend, and the day when the evil forces completely invade this continent will eventually come!

Thinking this, it stretched out its tentacles, formed from black mist, intending to swallow the fallen lion whole.

However, when the first wisp of black mist touched the lion before it, a violent shock instantly swept through the demon's mind. It had to immediately sever its connection with the black mist, retreat a mile, and gaze at the giant lion that was clearly "dead".

What was that just now?

What is that thing?

In his mind—if it truly possessed such an organ—it was a jumbled mess, as if a whirlwind were raging within it. The demon couldn't even maintain its floating posture and once again collapsed awkwardly to the ground.

"What is it? What is it? What is it?"

It nervously looked around, as if something around it was talking to it.

"Get down, wait, what... get down!"

It lay prostrate on the ground, suffocating as if under immense pressure. With difficulty, it moved its pupils to look at the distant lion, which, though dead, was still giving it commands in its mind.

"Like a dog barking? But, but, woof, woof, woof! (Not quite right)"

Perhaps because it is omnipotent in its consciousness, the enormous eyeball actually produced such an incongruous sound.

But it didn't end there, or rather, Wayne didn't let it end.

Realizing what was happening, Wayne happily announced:

"Disintegration".

Then, the demon saw images beyond its comprehension:

The consciousness empire began to collapse from around the lion's body. The earth cracked and plunged into an endless abyss. The sky shattered and vanished like a mirage. The ancient consciousness empire, which had existed since the beginning of the earth, was now facing annihilation!

The lion king, the origin of its demise, slowly propped itself up. Its hideous wounds were healing rapidly, and its stopped breathing was gradually returning. It looked just like the demon had seen it for the first time, with its forelimbs crossed and its hind limbs bent on the ground, as if it were resting.

That's bullshit! The world's about to end, who's going to rest?!

The demon finally realized where the strange sense of unease came from: a diamond-shaped mark that appeared and disappeared in the center of the lion's forehead was emitting a faint golden light.

The demon widened its eyes; it did indeed possess this organ.

It knows what the diamond shape represents.

That is……

Time did not give it the chance to utter the forbidden name, and the crumbling earth dragged it down into the abyss. It lay prostrate, unable to break free from the shackles of the "former overlord of this land" even in its dying moments, like a submissive subject, no longer able to muster a shred of anger, only boundless fear.

What am I fighting against?

This was the final thought in the demon's mind.

It suffocated before it fell—if it even had that organ.

After the demons died, the world returned to peace, or rather, Wayne returned to peace.

The damaged earth formed a mysterious rhombus pattern, and three beams of light shot out from the endless abyss. In a world no one could witness anymore, "the earth" stood up.

What a scene this was! Words alone could hardly describe it. Within the shattered glass-like fragments, iridescent light shimmered, barely piecing together a human form. An immense, incomprehensible amount of information flowed through his body, constructing this false "empire of consciousness." Behind him, a mysterious rhombus pattern, reminiscent of the legacy of the Demon Kings Theresa and Amiya, floated in mid-air, emanating a crimson aura that surrounded him, highlighting his supreme and noble status as a ruler.

The foolish demon believed it had dragged Wayne into a realm of consciousness untouched by humanity, but little did it know that it was itself that had walked into the trap. Wayne's thinking slowed down because it was forced to create this vast "virtual world," and it couldn't recall the demon's information because the information flow was simply too overwhelming. Even from the perspective of the upper narrator, examining a small corner of the information was too complicated. But when the demon released its power, granting Wayne the keywords to search for, it immediately recalled everything.

At the same time, they also completed this impromptu "end of the world" performance.

Wayne looked at the lion lying on the wasteland. The lion, which the demon had just mistook for Wayne and desperately tried to kill, was actually just a small terminal interface. If the demon hadn't destroyed it so thoroughly, Wayne wouldn't have realized his true situation so quickly.

Higher-dimensional beings, or rather: Boundary Breakers (one of the three major natural disasters of the stars, the name of the higher-dimensional invasion disaster).

This is probably my cheat code besides knowing the plot, right? Anyone or monster who tries to monopolize two of the four great calamities (higher-dimensional beings, players) in a mental battle with me is just providing me with some mental nourishment (physical).

This is undoubtedly good news. At least now Wayne doesn't have to worry about being cursed and having his base stolen by an immortal being like the Black Serpent if he's not careful!

Now that the evil spirits have been dealt with, let's prepare to go back.