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sleeping Beauty.

A distant dream...

Hundreds, even thousands, of abilities that could induce a deep sleep continued to spread outwards, engulfing the entire base.

In less than two minutes, everyone in the base had fallen asleep.

Fan Xiao glanced one last time at the bewildered Cassandra, then used spatial teleportation to leave the area.

He quickly jumped to Base A9.

The moment he appeared, crowds of civilians and players collapsed.

Having just arrived at the "Real World" based on the 019 partition, Fan Xiao had a rare opportunity to confirm one thing—whether the substitution function of the B-grade prop "Puppet Master" from Charles would be blocked by the spatial blockade.

In a flash, he disappeared from his spot and arrived at Charles's mansion, in the room where Charles was currently staying.

Charles was both shocked and furious when he saw the intruder, and was about to kill him on the spot.

As soon as the thought crossed Charles' mind, he found that he could no longer move his body, and his mind was completely suppressed to the point that he could not even activate his talents.

He can't even communicate with his props anymore—he's completely forgotten what props he has and how many he has.

Seeing Charles in this state, Vanshaw looked at him with a sigh: "You're as weak as an insect, I can't bear to bully you anymore."

As he spoke, he had already set up three B-level spatial blockades around him.

We can't set up too many, otherwise we'll lose the point of the experiment.

After all, in reality, under normal circumstances, how could there be hundreds or thousands of different spatial blockades simultaneously affecting a player?

Bang—the next second, Charles's entire body exploded, his body completely dead.

Only a sliver of spirit remained.

Soon, Charles's mental response also vanished from the spot.

The puppet's substitution was successful.

"A Class B spatial containment system can't seal it off?"

Fan Xiao drew a conclusion.

That's actually pretty good intelligence.

Level B cannot be sealed off.

A large number of B-grade... This is meaningless, because anyone who comes here would be crippled.

"Then... what about a Level A spatial containment?"

With only one step left in the experiment, Van Shaw vanished from his spot and appeared in the right wing of Charles's mansion.

In the hidden basement of the side hall, Charles had just recovered from his death in place of someone else and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath... The next second, Van Shaw reappeared in front of him.

"Who are you! Who are you really!?"

"How could you...!!"

Charles started yelling wildly and launched an attack.

Fan Xiao remained unmoved, letting those weak tactics fall on him without even causing a ripple.

"It's noisy."

He murmured something.

In an instant, Charles's mouth and tongue rotted, and his throat also developed problems, making it impossible for him to make a sound.

His wounds were covered with dozens or even hundreds of curses, and the tools used to repair his body had no effect whatsoever in healing him.

Vanshaw swiftly subdued Charles, exerting various forms of powerful mental intervention upon him.

After Charles was infected, he obediently created a second puppet and left it in the basement.

Then, Fan Xiao used telekinesis to lift the other person up, rushed out of the basement, and left the side hall.

In less than two minutes, he spread the dormant plague throughout the entire A9 base.

He then led Charles to an open area and sealed off the space around the guy again.

This time, he deployed more than a dozen types of spatial blockades.

The natives in the "Real World" were unable to unleash their A-level power, so they took Charles to the A1 base and used Shash Sen's A-level items to conduct experiments... This approach didn't work.

He has no choice but to do it himself.

A dozen or so B-level space containment systems should be equivalent to A-level, right?

Thud—Charles was once again easily torn apart and killed by Van Shaw, like an insect, with only some of his spirit remaining.

This time, the mental response did not disappear immediately, but slowly faded away within the sealed space.

The scapegoat did not activate.

Van Xiao seemed to be deep in thought, and then teleported to the basement of a side hall in Charles's mansion.

The puppet was found perfectly intact in its original position.

"It can withstand B-level items, but not A-level ones... Oh well, we can't have too high expectations for B-level items."

Fan Xiao composed himself, stopped focusing on the matter, and turned his attention to more important matters.

He quickly moved to other bases and began spreading the dormant plague.

A vast dream slowly enveloped the entire world...

……

When Fan Xiao came to his senses, he found himself back in his original position—a suffocating space surrounded by numerous spatial fragments.

The ground was black, as if it were piled up with negative emotions, and it stretched as far as the eye could see.

The crisis disappeared after all the people and monsters in the world fell asleep.

Cassandra also disappeared... her whereabouts are currently unknown.

All he knew was that the spatial fragment representing the "sister's death memory" was gone.

It is highly likely that this period of guilt has come to an end because the attempt to make amends was successful.

This proves that his line of thinking is correct.

Presumably, if all the spatial fragments here are repaired, Cassandra's scattered "self" will be reassembled, and the door to her "superego" will open.

With that thought in mind, Fan Xiao didn't delay any longer and reached out to touch the second spatial fragment...

……

At Base A7, Fan Xiao found Cassandra looking grief-stricken and desperate.

He slapped her twice, waking her from her listless state.

Cassandra looked up at him blankly.

Fan Xiao said, "My foolish and cowardly junior sister, watch carefully, this is how you should do it."

……

A8 Base.

Fan Xiang grabbed Cassandra by the back of her collar like a chick, and carried her through the air as he unleashed a barrage of attacks on the ground, completely crushing the base's resistance.

After doing all this, he roughly threw his junior sister to the ground and said disdainfully, "A vase is just a vase. You can't even handle such a simple predicament and you're just wallowing in self-pity... Show some backbone! Trash."

……

A2 Base.

Boom——! !

Fan Xiao, along with his luxurious mansion, blasted the opposing B-level player straight into the sky.

Looking at the dazed Cassandra, he reached out a finger, lifted her chin, and looked into her eyes, saying, "You only have value in your looks and body. Recognize that you're a piece of trash, and stop struggling and killing others."

……

A4 Base...

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A6 Base...

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A3 Base...

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One after another, remedial actions were completed; one after another, global repressions came to an end…

After returning to the initial oppressive space, Fan Xiao looked up and found that only a fragment of space was still floating above him.

Unsurprisingly, this fragment likely represents the incident that occurred at Base A1—the involvement of Van Helsing, the entry of Shash Sen, the behind-the-scenes machinations of the Shadows, and the near-annihilation of the Holy Sword Alliance… This is Cassandra's greatest and most despairing event of guilt.

At the same time, it is also the most difficult world of guilt to deal with.

It's not that Shash Sen is difficult to deal with.

In his current state, this thing was no different from a weak insect.

Fan Xiao was worried about himself.

Unlike his "realm of self" nine years ago, in the "realm of self" represented by this fragment, Van Helsing... that is, himself, in addition to his unawakened S-class psionic power, also controls the Angel of Slaughter.

In other words, the other party is very likely to have awakened two S-class psionic powers, just like him, to fight against him.

His only chance of winning is probably that he has a player identity and can fight with his original power without limits—that is, he can make the "Angel of Death" grow without limits.

But this would require killing many people, which contradicts his purpose—his junior sister wanted to save the world, and he slaughtered the world to make up for her regrets, putting the cart before the horse.

and so……

We must control Van Helsing before he awakens.

Yes, it's about controlling, not killing.

Once the enemy is killed, there's no point in trying to salvage the situation.

"It really was a... thrilling mission."

Fan Xiao spoke with emotion.

The only thing that could give him a headache was himself.

Van Helsing is not someone the young Van Helsing can compare to; the combination of two S-class psionic powers makes him many times more threatening.

Therefore, he must act quickly!

Even a slight delay of just one second could lead to a complete collapse.

Fortunately, both of his S-class psionic abilities have now awakened to their optimal state.

The "omnipotent realm" and the "twin angels" have all been constructed.

And there's also the possibility of bad luck and marriage waiting to happen at any time.

If he fights his immature form in his fully evolved form, he should be able to completely overwhelm his opponent.

Fan Xiao took a few deep breaths, and after mentally preparing himself, he reached out and touched the spatial fragment.

The next instant, he was sucked in.

When he came to his senses, he was already in Seele Park, next to Cassandra.

A commotion came from behind, and a jet-black crescent moon that tore through space attacked.

*Pfft*—The crescent moon was shattered by Fan Qiqi's scythe as she suddenly appeared.

The spiritual energy of the entire population of Base A1 began to converge on Fan Xiao, and he temporarily requisitioned it.

He instantly teleported in front of Van Helsing and placed his hand on the other man's forehead.

In that instant, tens of thousands of mental attacks—mental suppression, consciousness arrest, blocking of the sense of crisis, logical dead loops in thinking, slumber, persistent negative state, consciousness sealing, and so on—were all transmitted into Van Helsing's mind through contact.

At the same time, Van Helsing unleashed a torrent of misfortune, transferring it all onto Van Helsing, temporarily offsetting the possibility that the guy might suddenly awaken S-class psionic power through luck.

These misfortunes are the entire curse he has borne after collapsing countless futures and creating dual S-class psionic power.