Chapter 249: Island in the Chaos

“Mr. Lone Soldier, can you hear me?”

“Mr. Lone Soldier, based on the interrogation of the Sea Country’s Elder Ye, we learned that the Red Cloaked Apostle likely possesses another ability: releasing a large number of mental monsters when pushed to its limit. Specific details are still unknown, but we can infer that this batch of mental monsters should be different from the Altered Persons that appeared in Qinggang City. Please be prepared to prevent a counterattack, Mr. Lone Soldier…”

“You must be careful…”

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Crouching amidst the ruins on the rooftop of the Donghai Grand Hotel, Lu Xin quietly watched as below the building, his Shadow wrestled and twisted with clumps of red mental power. A strange emotion surfaced within him.

He could feel Father tearing that monster to shreds, completely suppressing it.

However, the Red Cloaked Apostle, already shattered into countless pieces, hadn’t completely perished.

This Red Cloaked Apostle’s mental power exhibited a peculiar state.

It seemed that no matter how many times it was torn apart, it could always fuse back together and reform.

Father’s ability, however, forced it to be dismembered again and again until it was pulverized.

This was a contest between fusion and pulverization.

Looking down at the scene where the Red Cloaked Apostle relentlessly tried to fuse back together but was constantly suppressed, he felt an odd sense of satisfaction.

It was as if he had longed to witness such a scene for a very long time.

Lu Xin only snapped back to reality when Han Bing’s voice echoed through the channel for what felt like the umpteenth time.

Hearing Han Bing’s voice, he let out a slight sigh.

It was clear that she, or rather, the people of Qinggang, were genuinely trying their best to help him.

Lu Xin even felt they were like a group of somewhat naive, clumsy children. Although they weren’t strong enough to assist in a battle of this level, they were still trying very hard, using every method they had, to offer him some aid.

So, after a moment of silence, a smile appeared on Lu Xin’s face.

He replied softly, “Ah, I hear you…”

“Sorry about that, the signal wasn’t great just now…”

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“Alright, we will strengthen signal transmission in the future…”

Relief was evident in Han Bing’s voice, but she quickly asked anxiously, “Mr. Lone Soldier, how is the cleanup mission progressing?”

“Is there anything we can help with?”

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Lu Xin fell silent again for a moment.

He didn’t really want to deal with other matters right now.

If it wasn’t Han Bing’s voice coming through the channel at this moment, he might have already become irritated.

“It’s almost handled.”

After a pause, he answered quietly, “You don’t need to rush, and don’t worry.”

“I’ll let you know once I’ve dealt with it.”

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“Okay.”

Han Bing seemed to pause, then her voice turned gentle as she chuckled, “I look forward to it.”

“When Mr. Lone Soldier completes this cleanup mission, I’ll definitely treat you to a meal. I’ll even…”

“…bring you the small wontons I made myself!”

Hearing such gentle words, Lu Xin’s heart warmed slightly.

He chuckled softly, “Okay, I’ll be waiting.”

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He slowly stood up, looking down at the mental monster below.

He was now quite certain that this mental monster could no longer rise again.

If one of this mental monster’s characteristics was its abnormal fusion ability, allowing it to recover from all sorts of attacks, then encountering Father’s ability meant it could only be suppressed.

Because Father’s ability wasn’t just about severing or pulverizing.

Judging by Father’s temperament, his ability was more akin to complete destruction…

The ‘Red Cloaked Apostle’ was close to emptiness, but unfortunately, it wasn’t truly empty yet. It still possessed a basic level of vitality.

As long as this vitality existed, it couldn’t rise again under Father’s suppression.

“Does that mean his final ability should be appearing now?”

Just as Lu Xin was thinking this, he saw the mass of the Red Cloaked Apostle’s mental power below—enveloped by the black Shadow and repeatedly tormented—undergoing a drastic change.

Originally, these various dismembered parts were striving to fuse. But after such a long time, its limited thinking ability seemed to have finally realized this path was a dead end.

Therefore, its form no longer attempted to fuse, but instead began to divide.

The massive form started breaking down into separate parts. Each separating section underwent various transformations. Some twisted, their body parts sprouting large mouths filled with sharp teeth.

Others split open, revealing slits filled with gloomy, cold eyes.

Some desperately squeezed out bat-like wings and flapped them vigorously, seemingly trying to fly away.

Others scattered into various kinds of bugs, rustling as they burrowed into the ground.

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The mental monsters Han Bing reported had appeared.

Combining this with the intelligence she provided, it could be confirmed:

This Red Cloaked Apostle dispersed its own mental power, transforming into numerous distinct monsters?

Previously, it had enhanced its own psychic power by devouring mental monsters in Qinggang City.

But now, because its method of increasing psychic power had been cut off, and under Father’s suppression, it had no possibility of reforming, it began to divide, turning itself into many different mental monsters…

Since it could devour, exhibiting the ability to divide also seemed reasonable, right?

Moreover, it wasn’t just a simple release; it endowed them with a psychic power level clearly stronger than before…

Lu Xin nodded slightly.

He wasn’t sure if this inference was accurate, but it didn’t really matter.

He wasn’t a professional investigator, after all.

He didn’t need to figure out exactly how this ability was deployed and how it changed.

He just needed to clean them up completely.

The most important thing has always been the result, hasn’t it?

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*Rustle, rustle…*

These newly divided mental monsters immediately scattered, fleeing in all directions.

They seemed to be using this method to evade the Shadow’s domineering and ruthless suppression.

Naturally, these dispersed mental monsters couldn’t possess a higher psychic power level than the Red Cloaked Apostle itself, but one had to admit, this strategy made them better suited for evading the suppression of Lu Xin’s Shadow. Moreover, if they escaped, Qinggang would undoubtedly descend into chaos.

“Heh heh…”

Watching the mental monsters scattering in all directions, a hollow expression appeared on Lu Xin’s face.

He murmured softly, “What’s the point?”

“Ah, toys, don’t run away. I need to sew you all together…”

Among the scattering monsters, there was an anomaly.

Sister had initially tried hard to tear off an arm and a leg from the Red Cloaked Apostle. But its psychic power level was too high, she was too small, and its fusion ability exceeded her imagination. In the end, she only succeeded in polluting one of its arms, turning it into a stitched-together, arm-shaped monster that moved across the ground on its fingers…

At this moment, she was riding on that monster’s arm, commanding the hand to capture other monsters. Every time it caught one, the hand would spread its fingers, grab the monster, and squeeze hard, leaving the monster’s body twisted and disordered.

Mom’s figure had also disappeared from behind the glass window on the third floor across the street.

It was unknown where she had gone.

Only occasionally could she be seen amidst the chaos, holding a monster’s hand, engaging in a friendly chat.

The kind of friendly where one hand holds the other, and the other hand holds scissors.

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“Still haven’t come out?”

Lu Xin frowned, searching among the swarm of mental monsters.

Finally, his gaze landed in the middle of that chaotic ocean of mental monsters. Within that dark-hued monster sea, all colors seemed to have vanished. Disturbing and chaotic, filled with different fluctuations, it turned the area beneath the Donghai Grand Hotel into something like a pot of boiling water, constantly bubbling up. Each bubble had a different shape.

But amidst these bubbles, Lu Xin saw a shimmering white apparition.

Carefully sensing the mental power fluctuations of this apparition, Lu Xin quickly confirmed something.

Letting out a long sigh, he stood up.

The moment he stood, his Shadow stretched, resembling a demonic entity baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, instantly pouncing towards the surroundings.

The vast majority of the scattering mental monsters were instantly devoured by it.

But at this moment, Lu Xin deliberately lifted his arm slightly.

The movement of his arm triggered a change in the Shadow.

It caused a huge gap to suddenly appear within the violent, chaotic Shadow, precisely encircling the white apparition. It was like a safe, isolated island appearing within a surging black tide, unaffected by the surrounding changes.

Then, Lu Xin slowly walked down from the upper floors of the Donghai Grand Hotel.

While controlling the Shadow, his movements were far less agile than usual. Sister was too busy playing below to come help him, so he could only reluctantly borrow a bit of her power to maintain his descent down the building face.

He made his way downstairs, walked into the midst of the chaotic mental monsters, and continued straight ahead.

Finally, he arrived beside the white apparition.

He could see that this white apparition was a pale-faced young man.

He stared with bewildered eyes, looking completely out of place amidst this black tide.

He was quiet and possessed a strange sense of etherealness.

Looking at this white shadow, a small smile slowly appeared on Lu Xin’s face, then the smile continuously adjusted.

Finally, the smile settled into a kind, friendly, and gentle shape:

“Hello.”

“It’s really nice to meet you.”