Inner Destroyer

　Professor Vanstra, whose body was also roasted by electricity for 70% of the time, ignored the serious injuries and rushed over, hugging the snake that had shrunk into a small ball, crying heartbreakingly.

　But I saw that thing limp in the professor's arms, soft for the last time

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　He raised his head, as if he wanted to say to his father - "I'm sorry, Dad, it's all my fault."

　It's all because of this root of trouble. It's all because of it that Professor Vanstra has become addicted to hypnosis and uses evil power to satisfy his own desires, unable to extricate himself - is that right?

　If this is true, why is the professor still holding the hanging and crying so miserably?

　"You're crying now? This pain is exactly what you've been inflicting on others."

　The root of power was severed, and Anubis and the stone statue dissipated. Qi Xing took a step forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the professor, exhaling Yin and Yang electromagnetic energy, ready to grab the professor and suppress him.

　"It is your duty to taste the same bitterness. Karma, it's your turn."

　Just as Qi Xing was about to capture the troublesome hypnotist, the situation suddenly changed. The snake, its blood burned dry and seemingly unable to rise again, suddenly trembled. With a whoosh! It sprang to its feet, opened its eyes, and, clutching the professor, instantly dove into the fleshy ground, disappearing instantly.

　Qi Xing immediately blasted the ground with a thunder fist, but even he needed time to recover after unleashing a special move. The giant snake burrowed into the ground like a dragon into the water, covering a thousand miles in an instant. How could he catch up?

　"The root of a man is a dragon or snake. It shrinks when it loses blood and becomes erect when it is replenished. Just as a snake hibernates in winter and revives in spring, possessing immortal power, it is like a plant, whose vitality should not be underestimated."

　The nun and the magic girl rushed over. Elaine understood these dark secrets best and saw through the principles at a glance.

　"He has escaped to the deepest level of this 'inner world'—back into the 'heart chamber'."

　The "heart chamber" is the final, deepest layer of every "inner plane." It is within this chamber that every creator is both most powerful and, at the same time, most vulnerable. This is because the heart chamber is entirely constructed by the creator's own inner consciousness.

　Resentment, regret, unwillingness, shame, boiling desire... Only these most naked thoughts can form the core of the "Inner World." The creator himself, fighting in such a space, will not only suffer physical harm, but also be severely tortured by the enemy's spirit.

　Once the ventricle is destroyed, not only will the inner world collapse, but the creator's Dao heart will also collapse. Death may not necessarily result, but the person will definitely become a cripple. The destruction of the personality and mind is absolutely a hundred times more terrifying than the destruction of the physical body.

　"I've already slain the root of his power. Although he's not dead yet, he's been struck by my 'Thunderfire Sword' and his life force is gone. He won't live much longer."

　Qi Xing frowned.

　"If we wait a little longer, will he die in his 'heart chamber' and the entire 'inner world' collapse?"

　The deeper the "inner realm" goes, the more the creator's inner world is revealed. He really doesn't want to go any deeper into this perverted inner world.

　Unfortunately, Elaine shook her head. "Unlikely. The professor's own magic power is too weak. I don't think he's using his own strength to maintain the 'Inner World'. He must be relying on the Holy Spear, just like he used it to block your last move, the 'Thunderfire Sword'."

　That made sense. However, Elaine was indeed wrong this time. Qi Xing pointed and said, "But look, his holy spear has fallen."

　Even when the professor was hugging the big snake and crying, the tip of the spear of Longinus in his hand had been thrown to the ground.

　Now it was Elaine's turn to be confused: "Hey? Why hasn't this 'inner world' collapsed yet?"

　The Holy Lance escaped Professor Vanstra's hands, and he fled back to the "heart chamber" on his own. It's like pulling out the battery. How can the "inner world" still function? This doesn't make sense!

　Meanwhile, the magical girl Artemina couldn't understand the complicated conversations being made. She looked around for a moment, trying to find the body of the Singaporean magical girl Wenlan—that was exactly why she'd come here—but she couldn't find even a finger or a scrap of debris.

　"strangeness."

　She had hoped to recover at least some of the magical girl Wen Lan's belongings and return them to her family. How could she not even find a single strand of her hair?

　After searching like this for a while, Qi Xing and Yi Lian also noticed: "What's wrong?"

　The body of the magical girl Wenlan has disappeared.

　"Could it be possible that it was caught in the lightning and aftermath of the battle just now and was damaged?"

　But even so, there should be traces left.

　Elaine finally reacted at this time: "I remember the professor seemed to have stuffed something into Wen Lan's chest."

　That thing was obviously not the spear head of Longinus, because the spear head is still here.

　The gun head is obviously not the core energy source for maintaining the "inner world" because the gun head is already here.

　"Oops."

　Elaine suddenly woke up.

　"We took it for granted! The Holy Lance is not the core of this 'inner world', nor is it the source of the professor's immense power—could he possibly possess some other divine artifact?"

　Qi Xing recalled what Samael had said just now and said thoughtfully: "I'm not surprised."

　The demon king once said that the professor "didn't have that much power. But one day he found a fragment of my power and used it to hypnotize people everywhere, to have a harem, to throw parties, to make money, to gain power."

　Qi Xing had actually been a bit puzzled at that time. What was the connection between the Spear of Longinus and the Demon King Samael? Sure enough, Professor Vanstra had always possessed another artifact that served as a source of power: a fragment of the Demon King's power!

　Thinking of this, Qi Xing looked around for a while, trying to find

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　Where on earth was Samael hiding now? But the devil was still the devil. He looked around but couldn't find him.

　Qi Xing has no interest in the Demon King's power fragments, but he promised Samael to help her find the bottom, and he's committed to doing so. The professor has also fled into the "heart chamber," so it's imperative not to give chase.

　"Can I go down with you?" Artemina raised her hand and asked worriedly. "When we magical girls fight darkness, sacrifices are inevitable, and we're all mentally prepared. But to not even leave a trace behind, to just collapse and disappear with the 'Inner World'... that's too much."

　If Qi Xing heard the magical girls say something like this normally, he would probably reply, "I'll go down and help you get it back."

　But this time, remembering the help the magical girl had just given him, Qi Xing could only say, "You and Elaine follow behind, be careful and safe."

　Artemina nodded excitedly, her ears wagging with delight. Her expression was like that of a pet dog who'd heard they were going out to play... well, no... like a newbie online gamer who'd heard a boss would take them to fight a boss, and who also happened to be their idol!

　"Although the male root was a symbol of 'kingship' in Ancient Egypt and the source of Osiris' power, the myth of Osiris is precisely that after his root was bitten off, he was resurrected and became the king of the underworld." Qi Xing had to emphasize and warn her, "I just cut off the professor's root and thought he was dead, but I didn't expect he had other cards up his sleeve. Maybe he will also enter the second stage in the 'ventricle'. If we are not careful, he will be able to turn the tables."

　Artemina immediately nodded obediently, like a seemingly well-behaved and honest hound... I hope she is really that obedient.

　"Actually, there's no need to worry too much," Elaine added. "I suspect he may no longer be the Osiris of this 'other world' narrative."

　"You mean, I really stole his role in this myth?" Qi Xing was quite surprised. "I was just making up some nonsense to scare him!"

　Qi Xing enjoys using words to put pressure on his enemies during battle. Don't underestimate this skill. While he and his enemies can't truly understand each other, those subjected to vicious verbal abuse often reveal weaknesses and undermine their performance. This is a dark, yet different, form of verbal attack from the passionate protagonist; it's a vicious, psychic attack.

　"I don't want to play a hanging god who was murdered by his brothers, dismembered, and had his daughter bitten off by a crocodile!"

　"Mr. Qi, it's clear that you haven't realized a very basic fact." The nun sighed helplessly and explained, "Why did the ancient Egyptians worship Osiris? Just because of his gene?"

　"Well, obviously it's because of his resurrection." Qi Xing scratched his head, recalling the mythological knowledge Samael had just passed on to him. "Because Osiris was once murdered and resurrected, he can enjoy a second life in the underworld. So the ancient Egyptians also hoped to be "resurrected" in the underworld after death and gain a second life in the afterlife. So they worshipped Osiris."

　"Yes. And based on this myth, you know that in the ancient Egyptian belief, Osiris judges the souls of the dead in the underworld and weighs their hearts."

　Elaine said lightly,

　"Souls of those who have committed serious sins will be thrown by him to be devoured by monsters, resulting in eternal death. Only souls with less serious sins can travel to the Field of Reeds and receive a second blissful life. The ancient Egyptians worshipped Osiris because he represented rebirth and resurrection, and after his resurrection, he became the judge of sin—just as you just knocked the sinful professor to the ground and pronounced his guilt."

　"Professor Vanstra may still be playing the role of Osiris, the one who was bitten off and lost his power."

　"But now in this 'inner world', it's clear that you are the only one playing the role of the King of the Underworld, who has been resurrected and becomes the Judge of Sin."

　In mythology, the same character in two different stages can of course be said to be two different roles, played by two different actors.

　"Mr. Qi, I don't know where you learned this half-baked knowledge of mythology. But gods aren't just dirty jokes. Since ancient times, people have prayed to gods almost exclusively for justice and salvation. Because justice and salvation are never enough in the human world, because each of us lives in a world filled with suffering... Please don't forget this."

　Oh, I got scolded by the nun again.

　Although Qi Xing wanted to complain, "This world itself is a dirty joke," he shrewdly held it in and nodded obediently.

　Since Elaine said so, it is unlikely that the professor will become the second stage of the underworld Osiris and fight again. He is now the king of the underworld.

　However, if this is the case, why does Qi Xing still have a vague sense of foreboding?

　Could it be that there are other enemies that he has overlooked and may continue to block his way?

　013: Poor unfortunate soul

　The deepest layer of the "inner world" is the "ventricle".

　It is said to be the deepest part of the so-called "inner world", the deepest part of the creator's mind and the origin, but in fact there is not much here. It is a desolate and dry desert, just like the professor's barren heart.

　A white sand, as if painted by a brush. For some unknown reason, only a small river flows through the desert.

　The giant snake, Giba, emerged from the river with Professor Vanstra wrapped in its wrappings. It used its last bit of strength to spit him back onto the shore, and finally stopped moving.

　When the professor came to his senses, the snake had already

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　It had shrunk into an ugly ball, not moving at all, with only the smell of blood lingering around.

　"Ah...ah..."

　Should I continue crying? But the professor just stared blankly at his limp and dead snake. Perhaps even his tears had dried up like the desert.

　His life was not tied to the penis from the beginning... It seems a bit strange to say this, after all, every man is tied to the penis from birth... But most men obviously don't think that satisfying their own penis is the whole meaning of life.

　Professor Dalek Vanstra wasn't originally like this either.

　When did it all start? When did things become so irreversible? When he boarded this cruise ship five days ago? When he hypnotized and abducted over forty people in Singapore last month? Or when he finally lost control at the university two months ago and shot and killed his poor student, Karina?

　Obviously even earlier.

　It all started when he got the "power".

　This pressure had weighed on Dalek Vanstra ever since he gained the power of domination. It must have been during his acquisition and abuse of this power that his heart unknowingly rotted away, becoming addicted to lust and satisfaction, even resorting to hypnosis without hesitation to break seeding records.

　It was that devil who started all this.

　"Hey, how can you still blame me?"

　The devil has arrived.

　A moment ago, the riverbank was deserted, and now a little girl suddenly appeared. It wasn't speed, nor was it stealth. She simply moved between the frames of the world. Simple and understandable.

　"You actually called me a devil, how shameless!"

　Arrogant and cold, Samael, dressed in a black gothic lolita dress, smiled like a shark smelling blood. It was as if she wanted to drive the defeated person before her into complete despair.

　"Dalek Vanstra, did I ask for anything from you? No."

　"Did I sign any contract with you? No."

　She called out the professor's name in a deathly voice. Each word sounded like a warning. The professor's teeth chattered involuntarily, as if his heart were being grasped by cold hands.

　"I simply saw you pick up something of mine, so I generously allowed you to use it as you pleased. And you ended up using your power to satisfy your own sexual desires—well, that's nothing, it's what humans always do when they gain power. In ancient times, there were virtuous emperors who wished for a palace of flesh and jade, and virtuous sages who wished to marry their own sisters. I'm used to it."

　Samair's tone was as if he had witnessed his friend being arrested during a crackdown on pornography. He said with regret,

　"But you worked yourself to the point of a mental breakdown, a psychological tailspin, and then you made a big deal out of it just to get treatment, and now you're blaming me. Isn't that a bad thing?"

　When the professor heard her words, he opened his mouth, but for a moment he was speechless and sweating profusely.

　Although Qi Xing and Elaine both had some guesses, Professor Vanstra was not actually cut off from his legs nor was he physically unable to move. To put it bluntly, it was purely a psychological problem.

　Why would a hypnotist uncle, a super vicious psychic criminal who hypnotizes hundreds or thousands of people and directly harms and violates dozens of people, have psychological problems and can't get up?

　Maybe it's because he's not hypnotic enough to the uncle.

　It was for this reason that Samael, observing the professor's now defeated expression, shook his head, "Trash is trash after all. It's easy to change a country, but hard to change one's nature. Gaining great power, but without the character to match, will always be a piece of trash."

　Waste material.

　He was indeed a loser.

　Four years ago, Dalek Vanstra was just an unsuccessful assistant professor.

　Although he worked at the Center for Parapsychology at the University of Rome, and although, from the outside, the difference between professor and assistant professor at the University of Rome seemed to be only two levels, in reality, the gap between professor and assistant professor was absurdly large. Professor Vanstra, then forty-three, had no connections, no network, and no accomplishments. His hypnosis skills were comparable to those found on illegal hypnosis apps circulating online. He likely wouldn't have a chance of promotion until retirement, and would be confined to the perpetual position of assistant professor, doing odd jobs for his superiors until retirement.

　Perhaps by chance, he found an ancient artifact at a flea market in Rome, granting him the power of the eternally powerful demon god Samael—the power of absolute domination! Women, wealth, power, status, achievement—he now had it all. Why would such a person be so psychologically masculine?

　Probably because he wasn't hypnotic enough to the uncle.

　Or maybe it's because, in this dark and bastard world, even if you can hypnotize an old man, you'll still get hurt. Even if you possess infinite hypnotic power, can make anyone fall in love with you, can get women, wealth, power, status, and a sense of accomplishment, you won't necessarily find happiness, won't necessarily be free from all pain.

　"Mind and nature..."

　So even though he had been completely defeated, on this issue alone, the professor still wailed unwillingly, tears overflowing from his eyes again.

　"What kind of mind? The mind of a demon?"

　"I want women, but I don't want to hypnotize all the female students in school and send them home after a party, only to have dozens of them die on the road the next day!"

　"I didn't want a little girl who was supposed to go home to take care of her seriously ill mother to come home the next day to find her mother dead in the bathroom after having sex with me all night due to hypnosis. I also didn't want such a little girl to commit suicide in front of me while telling me - no.

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