Chapter 821: Return of the Destructive Force
by xennovel“So… who exactly is it?”
In an instant, countless bizarre creatures were destroyed. Lu Xin’s deformed, lifeless body moved forward, drawing everyone’s attention.
They didn’t dare look directly at him; they could only steal glances from the corner of their eyes.
And in that moment, a strange thought surged uncontrollably in their hearts.
Who is the one charging forward, wielding boundless destructive power?
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Swish……
Emerging from the powder of mental creatures, Lu Xin stepped out and immediately encountered a mass of dark, indistinct shadows.
Their bodies pulsed with black particles, nearly of the same origin as those on Lu Xin, sharing identical traits.
Yet in many ways, they were far more frenzied than the particles on him.
Each one contained twisted mental power combined with mutated bodies…
Crimson eyes brimmed with a desire to annihilate everything as they charged at Lu Xin on all fours…
While the myriad aberrations around trembled at Lu Xin’s aura, these showed no fear.
Instead, driven by some instinct, they lunged at him from afar.
From the scene’s perspective, Lu Xin seemed to be standing in the middle of a funhouse of distorted reflections.
All around him were warped, elongated, exaggerated shadows that mirrored his form.
They surged from every corner of the wasteland, charging straight toward him.
Mutated limbs formed into tentacles, deformed heads resembling venomous serpents or octopi, and extra eyes sprouted where they shouldn’t – all swarming him like a wild beast pack.
Tyrant Legion.
This ultimate destruction legion, crafted by the First Researcher, intercepted Lu Xin immediately, emitting a dull, hissing roar.
These humanoid weapons, unafraid even in the face of the Ultimate, could trouble even the Ultimate itself.
“Get out of the way!”
But the moment they reached him, Lu Xin responded with a deep, guttural roar.
In the split second before contact, Lu Xin suddenly thrust both hands forward, perfectly impaling the necks of two uncontrollable Tyrants. In the next moment, a surge of power burst forth, flipping them onto the ground and dragging them along.
Gravel and weeds scraped against their flesh, tearing it apart.
The power surging from Lu Xin’s palms instantly corroded their bodies as well.
Within seconds, their flesh was completely annihilated, leaving them no chance to resist.
After their bodies were destroyed, only the frenzied, surging black particles remained.
Once tangible, uncontrollable monsters, they had become pure, violent mental forces composed solely of black particles.
These mental forces themselves possessed an insatiable, all-consuming destructive nature.
Yet under Lu Xin’s palm, they were held down tightly.
Then the black particles in Lu Xin’s eyes grew unfathomably deep, as if suppressed by some higher power.
The turbulent black particles strangely stabilized.
They lay silently beneath his hand like two docile, calm little beasts.
Swish!
At the same time, Lu Xin leaped high; his arms defied logic as they twisted, breaking his shoulder blades before reaching back.
Thud…
Another member of the Tyrant Legion that had rushed toward him had its chest smashed, followed by its flesh and body being torn apart. Lu Xin’s arm pierced it, and black particles surged into its body simultaneously.
Thus, another cluster of black particles appeared, hunkering down in front of Lu Xin.
Even the remaining members of the Tyrant Legion seemed to feel a terrifying summons.
Their once wild crimson eyes suddenly fixed on Lu Xin, even displaying hints of human emotion.
Reverence, anticipation, longing…
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“Clatter, clatter, clatter.”
Yet Lu Xin did not stop; he simply pressed forward, annihilating every existence that obstructed his path.
The frenzied, destructive Tyrant Legion slowed as they were brutally massacred one by one, their black particles settling around him in an instant.
This unexpectedly led to several faint, human-shaped shadows gathering around Lu Xin.
They followed him with a mix of reverence and affection, as if yearning to merge with the shadow inside him.
Yet they trembled with fear and self-loathing, compelled to follow him in this manner.
During the massacre of the Tyrant Legion, the power of black particles within Lu Xin’s body grew increasingly potent.
At the same time, the aura of brutality and terror emanating from him became ever more formidable.
He even looked upon the world with an unfamiliar gaze as a bizarre laugh escaped his lips:
“I’m back…”
“Haha, I’m back…”
“Are you ready to pay the price?”
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“Hmm?”
The Black-clad Bishop abruptly turned, frowning as he looked at Lu Xin.
“The restrictions we implanted in his mind are about to collapse…”
While the Black-clad Bishop showed astonishment, the Old Researcher looked even colder.
At that moment, his face devoid of all warmth, his expression was utterly indifferent:
“He might become a Secondary Pollution Source, but that does no harm to us.”
“Let’s leave.”
“When he eventually turns into a Pollution Source, we’ll remain the only ones with the key to the world’s reboot…”
“……”
As he spoke, he opened the car door and stepped into the train car.
The Black-clad Bishop visibly hesitated, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
“Since it works in our favor, why not give him a hand…”
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Swish-clack…
A gigantic Abyss Worm sensed the dangerous aura emanating from Lu Xin.
It abandoned the Coronated Clown in an instant and roared as it slithered toward Lu Xin to devour him.
Countless mouths on its body gaped desperately, tearing at Lu Xin.
Its jagged fangs, layered like overlapping barbs, descended as though ready to swallow him whole.
But Lu Xin continued striding forward, his movement unaffected.
Even as such ultimate power approached him, he merely lifted his head casually.
Because black particles lack a polluting nature, Lu Xin has always struggled to efficiently counter large-scale contamination.
Now, as before, he charged forward unopposed.
Yet his efficiency remained low, while his outburst of rage demanded swift, full unleashing.
Otherwise, suppressed anger would only accumulate, fueling an uncontrollable surge of fury.
Buzz…
At first, only Lu Xin’s mind echoed with that maddening, chaotic tremor.
But gradually, the massive vibration spread suddenly, reaching every ear.
All the aberrations writhed in maddening torment, their bodies—or rather, their mental forces—shuddering like raindrops on a drum, each beat intensifying to a razor-sharp edge.
Lu Xin stood at the center of this trembling aura.
Coldly, he looked up at the Abyss Worm and said in a low voice, “What dare you face me head-on?”
“Tsk…”
The giant Abyss Worm, confronting Lu Xin, had even bared multiple layers of fangs.
But upon hearing Lu Xin’s words, it suddenly froze in place.
It seemed startled by an inexplicable aura, its body writhing in desperate struggle.
Yet no matter how hard it thrashed, it couldn’t advance an inch; its body flailed weakly.
In the next moment, its struggle reached a climax.
The black particles in Lu Xin’s eyes trembled slightly as the worm’s body was twisted instantly by an unseen force.
All the mouths on its surface simultaneously spewed black ichor.
The giant worm, as if suddenly drained of all strength, plummeted heavily downward.
Lu Xin looked up, and the Abyss Worm’s body hung suspended in midair.
Its falling form was hoisted by an invisible arm, its ends dangling like a stone arch bridge.
Lu Xin walked under this stone arch, the black particles on him trembling more violently and accelerating.
What began as a slow shuffle turned into a walk, then a run, and finally a full sprint.
“Boom boom boom boom…”
From the shadows, black vines—fixated on Lu Xin—drove each controlled member of the Negative Zero Unit forward.
But these physical puppets were instantly crushed by Lu Xin, turning into a cloud of bloody mist.
Under the Red Moon, the black particles grew denser and stronger.
Beneath the high Red Moon hanging in the sky, every aberration trembled with unprecedented fear.
It was an aura surpassing even the mental pressure imposed by the First Researcher—a force of the highest order…
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“Crash, crash, crash…”
Beside Lu Xin, in the middle of the wasteland, the solitary old building began to quake violently.
The old apartment building had been pierced by the worm, now looking dilapidated.
The aberrations inside—essentially pruned remnants of Lu Xin’s chaotic thoughts—had been largely devoured by the worm.
But at that moment, the old building suddenly underwent a profound transformation.
Bricks, rubble, and mud cascaded down, gradually revealing its original form.
…It was a shattered, black palace.
Inside the palace, all the aberrations from Lu Xin mustered every last bit of strength to stretch out, emitting a deep, resonant roar.
The black particles enveloping Lu Xin gradually overtook him, making him look like a humanoid figure draped in a black robe that continuously expanded, summoning waves of dark silhouettes.
Countless black particles trembled violently, emitting sounds like maniacal laughter…
Then, he squeezed through the fabric of space, closing in on the Black-clad Bishop.
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“Hurry back! Come with me and leave now!”
As Lu Xin rapidly approached the Black-clad Bishop, the First Chief Researcher in a white coat softly shouted, “The limiter we implanted in his mind is about to collapse. The power of Nothingness might not be enough to hold back Him…”
His voice betrayed a hint of urgency.
But the Black-clad Bishop remained unmoved. He turned to face Lu Xin and replied in a low voice:
“Since there’s no time left to retrieve the Unique Consciousness, his loss of control may actually work in our favor.”
“We lost this time—defeated by the very student we trained.”
“But to ensure our experiments continue, we must eliminate any hidden risks as completely as possible…”
“Even if it requires some sacrifice…”
“……”
The Old Researcher, upon hearing these words, was suddenly taken aback: “Old Qu, what do you intend to do?”
The Black-clad Bishop said nothing more; he simply turned to face Lu Xin, his expression void of fear and instead accompanied by a low, cold smile:
“Heh, some individuals never truly understand themselves, valuing their anger above all else…”
“Little do they know that for the sake of the ultimate goal, anything can be sacrificed…”
“You are controlled by rage, yet I could even sacrifice myself to your fury for greater certainty…”
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Rumble…
At the moment his murmurs echoed, Lu Xin had already sprinted across the chaotic battlefield, leaving behind a trail of mudflats.
Then he appeared before the Black-clad Bishop, a fierce, twisted smile on his face.
In the next moment, his body of black particles trembled violently, unleashing staggering power in a crushing punch.
Thud…
Above the Black-clad Bishop floated the ghostly image of a white-haired girl with an impassive expression, maintaining a protective embrace.
Her white hair cascaded down, enveloping the Black-clad Bishop in a protective shroud.
When Lu Xin’s fist, brimming with relentless black particles, slammed into her cascading hair, a terrifying friction of mental power resounded.
The clash of two entirely different mental forces produced a sharp, gritty sound that pressed against the eardrums, nearly shattering under its immense pressure, as if obliterating dissonant voices within one’s mind.
Ripples spread over the impact surface, and a huge halo began to expand layer upon layer.
Under her protection, the Black-clad Bishop stared impassively at Lu Xin.
He remained motionless, exuding cold indifference with a hint of provocation in his eyes.
“Crack…”
Lu Xin’s teeth were nearly shattered on impact.
The power of Nothingness blocked his punch—a predictable outcome.
Previously, he had understood the principle with a single blow and chosen to retreat.
But now, he seemed to have lost his reason.
When one punch wasn’t enough, he threw another, hammering again at the barrier of Nothingness.
The Black-clad Bishop continued to watch him coldly, utterly unaffected.
Fist after fist, punch after punch.
Lu Xin, as if driven mad, relentlessly hurled his fists into the void.
Though none could harm his enemy, his mounting rage accumulated relentlessly, causing the black particles on his body to surge dramatically and nearly form an illusory humanoid shape.
That phantom figure hovered above Lu Xin’s head, cackling maniacally.
“I am God…”
A voice seemed to spread across the entire chaotic battlefield in an instant: “You made it…”
“And I, this God…”
“Will kick your bastard ass…”
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Yet compared to Lu Xin, despite his increasingly frenzied display, the Black-clad Bishop, separated from him only by strands of white hair, remained remarkably composed—as if he could be struck by Lu Xin’s devastating black particles at any moment.
He showed no sign of fear or panic, instead offering a cold, sinister smile.
He simply stared at Lu Xin, unmoving, his gaze icy and indifferent.
“Almost there… almost there…”
“Come on, come on…”
“Get angrier, fight harder…”
“Weren’t you always hating us? I’m right here before you, so why are your fists so feeble?”
“Do you really think your rage can solve everything?”
“No, your rage is worthless!”
“This world will never change because of your rage…”
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The sharp, cold words left his lips.
Some phrases he didn’t even need to voice were conveyed through his eyes and expression, stoking Lu Xin’s fury to its limit.
They taunted him, pushing his anger to the breaking point.