May There Be No Chen Guan in Heaven

He walked leisurely over to the monster core and extended two slender fingers, picking it up like a chess piece.

Easily pinching the tenth-tier monster core capable of destroying a small country, he waved it at the Thousand-Faced Moth.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Liu Feiyu."

"This thing takes the surname Liu now."

The Thousand-Faced Moth's pale green vertical pupils shrank into deadly thin lines.

"In that case..." A silent, sinister laugh emerged from its gaping mouth. "Then rot... in your own nightmares!"

Hong Yuan was feeling frustrated just watching.

The scene before her blurred, and a bone-chilling wind blew against her face.

She returned to the Northern Snowfields, where endless hordes of monsters were lunging at her madly.

"Damn it! Why am I back here?" She instinctively swung her axe, only to find that she could never kill them all.

Before An Changqing's eyes was his familiar yet strange home.

Pushing the door open, his parents were sitting in the living room, looking at him.

Long Ao was already locked in a bloody battle, while Yin Chen had been kicked out of his home, wandering alone.

On Su Yuehe's side, her usually gentle mother looked at her with a gaze so strict it was freezing, while her father stood smiling before her.

This was the Thousand-Faced Moth's strongest ultimate move, a direct attack on the mind.

It dragged out the deepest fears in everyone's hearts, or created despair, driving them to self-destruction.

Watching those humans struggling painfully in their illusions, it let out a silent, roaring laugh.

But when its gaze landed on the silent coffin-bearer, its smile froze.

Chen Guan was still standing quietly in place.

The torrent of illusions that could break the minds of countless powerhouses washed over him just like that.

Let alone making him struggle, it couldn't even make him blink.

He even had the leisure to glance at An Changqing and the others trapped in the illusions beside him.

Finally, his gaze fell on Liu Feiyu, who was similarly completely unaffected.

Liu Feiyu was also looking at him, but he acted utterly unsurprised. "Classmate Chen, I told you there was a little misunderstanding between us."

Chen Guan looked at him, his gaze gradually shifting downward to the coin in his hand.

This coin was the source of all the weirdness.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see through its secrets either. The true owner of this coin was probably an expert, with a strength of at least 0.7 tigers.

As for which tiger? That would naturally be the Evil White Kitty.

This wasn't the opponent's upper limit, but the limit of his own eyesight. Perhaps because of Liu Feiyu's thin shield, even the system couldn't figure it out.

Snap.

He imitated someone and snapped his fingers.

With a crisp sound, like a needle piercing a bubble, all the illusions shattered instantly.

Long Ao and the others shuddered, jolting awake from their illusions.

Everyone's foreheads were covered in cold sweat. When they looked at the Thousand-Faced Moth again, their eyes held only the terror of those who had just survived a disaster.

Yin Chen immediately realized he had been played by an illusion again. He was so furious his eyes practically shot fire, and his silver hair almost turned red.

"How... how could you guys..." The Thousand-Faced Moth's voice trembled for the first time. "Why... why are you fine! Do you not have any inner demons?!"

Its ultimate trump card was completely useless against these two monsters!

And you call them 18-year-olds?!

"Have you fooled around enough?" Liu Feiyu's voice lost its playfulness and turned cold.

The fingers pinching the monster core applied a little pressure.

"Now, it's my turn."

The shadow of death descended upon it.

The Thousand-Faced Moth felt an unprecedented threat. Without a second thought, it turned to transform into black mist and escape.

Chen Guan's mental power acted like an invisible giant net, locking down every inch of space.

"Trying to leave?"

Chen Guan watched the struggling black mist and stepped forward, one pace at a time.

"Did I give you permission?"

As his words fell, the cage imprisoning the black mist abruptly tightened.

"Ah!"

A sharp mental shock pierced into everyone's minds.

Long Ao groaned, his vision going dark.

His knees gave out and he almost fell, but Hong Yuan next to him casually hoisted him up. Thanks to her relationship with Yin Chen, her mental resistance was slightly higher, after all, she engaged in intense daily battles with him.

"Why do mental-types even exist in this world..."

Long Ao's gaze was full of resentment.

The black mist was forcefully squeezed out of its gaseous state by that power, revealing its fluttering moth true form once again.

Only at this moment, its colorful wings were torn, and its aura had weakened to the extreme.

Like a flattened toy, it hung suspended in mid-air, unable to move.

A specimen waiting for death. The original black mist had been replaced by Chen Guan's gray mist.

Reduced from a dominator to a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, its incredibly ugly moth face showed a human-like unwillingness as a single tear fell.

It was resentful. It had worked so hard to reach its current status, and it was just about to take another step forward.

Unfortunately, Chen Guan didn't believe in tears.

With a swift slice of his blade, he ended its sinful life.

May there be no Chen Guan in heaven.

...

Floating light screens covered the entire wall.

On them, the scene at the top of the Ten Thousand Monster Pagoda looped silently.

Dried, blackened bloodstains and shattered rubble.

Every paused frame was soaked in the residual heat of the recent slaughter.

"Tsk."

White Tiger was curled up in the sofa, his two legs casually propped up on the coffee table.

He blew on his glass cup.

A few goji berries swirled on the water's surface, and the rising steam blurred his eyes, which were always eager for drama.

His gaze slowly swept across the light screens, finally stopping on that black-clad figure.

That person was nonchalantly tucking a coin back into his pocket.

"I say, Southern Dipper," he dragged out his words, lifting his chin toward that upright back. "This guy you went through so much trouble to bring back is no honest kid."

Southern Dipper kept his back to him. Hearing this, he only raised his hand and gave a gentle swipe.

On one side of the screen, the real-time data stream belonging to Liu Feiyu scrolled rapidly, flashing a blur of green afterimages.

"The probability of the subject deviating from the preset trajectory is thirteen percent." He adjusted the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Cooperation remains the optimal solution."

His voice held no emotion; every word sounded like it was pulled from a database.

Sometimes, White Tiger suspected this guy was a robot built by someone. Was he even human?

"The optimal solution?" He chuckled, setting the warm teacup aside, and sank deeper into the sofa. "Are you sure? The stuff in that kid's bones... isn't the same breed as you and me."

Southern Dipper didn't turn around. Moving his fingertips again, he brought up another set of data.

All the key nodes of Liu Feiyu's life from birth to the present were laid out on it.

Every single one was dismantled into cold numerical values, so densely packed that it gave White Tiger a headache.

Not only did this guy act like a robot himself, but he also constantly tried to treat everyone else like robots.

"Emotion is the biggest variable, so I set a constant boundary for it." His statement was so objective it lacked human warmth. "The mental imprint I embedded will ensure his logical loop always points toward cooperation."

"Just listen to you, with your anti-human tone." White Tiger clicked his tongue and simply changed his posture, completely slumping into the sofa. "Forget it, forget it. I'm not going to argue with you about this. Let's talk about the two young ones, Black Tortoise and Vermilion Bird. What does your report say? Give me a straight answer."

As soon as the voice faded, the image on the light screen shifted to Chen Guan and Long Ao.