01:02:06.

The situation isn't too bad.

Carlos stared at the other person for a few seconds, then breathed a sigh of relief.

In any case, although this guy escaped from the notebook, he has finally reappeared in front of me, avoiding even greater trouble. If a C01 had been allowed to wander around, the situation would have been much more complicated.

The moment he emerged from the flames, the collapsed walls around him miraculously returned to their original state. However, the upper slabs of the building had reached a critical point, revealing the ceiling. The beam of light that shone on them still appeared sacred and pure—a chilling red spread out, and in the corners, black, clotted blood began to accumulate and grow, devouring life.

They were not at this moment in a forbidden object, but at the bottom of a stinking sea of ​​blood. If they looked up, they could see crimson lightning, like serpents, gathering wildly in the reflection of the sky, like maggots writhing in rotting matter.

"To be honest, I admit that your characteristic is really awesome, and that move was really well executed."

"That experience of the afterlife, well... it's even crazier than that of a regular unstable actor."

"I think even facing that old codger Joseph wouldn't be a fraction of the pain you've caused me."

"But the situation has changed now, and all your methods will be—completely useless."

Sergio thought these words were incredibly pretentious, so he had to do something to match them. He quickly took off his jacket and threw it on the ground, not for any other reason than that he thought it would make him look cooler.

"Sure, why don't you try this one too?"

Carlos opened the notebook and then took out two pistols directly from the pages. It seemed that each page contained a dimensional pocket that could hold all sorts of strange and wonderful things.

The gun barrel turned a dark reddish-black, like internal organs, while the handle became almost pure black, compressed upwards in chunks, and the muzzle expanded, like a giant, cracked mouth. Sparks turned into blackish-red snowflakes that fell to the ground and ignited into a cold flame.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fire blazed brightly, making the darkness even darker, the light blinding.

Then came a barrage of gunfire, like artillery fire, the earth shook, and a blinding flash of light. Beneath the sky, a flock of bird-like creatures swept across the explosions, buzzing as they joined the spectacle of gunfire.

In an instant, the entire corridor was filled with deadly flashes of fire. Each special bullet possessed the power of an anti-tank mine, enough to instantly obliterate any standing creature.

The continuous firing ripped open the entire stratum beneath Sergio's feet. If the 832 had known how to reinforce the walls, they wouldn't have been damaged at all, except for the large amount of smoke rising from the bottom. But when the smoke cleared...

He crawled out of the pit, his movements lazy and calm, unharmed.

"All I can say is, you're so weak, bro."

Carlos was puzzled. There had never been a case of a target whose notes had been altered escaping before, let alone one who had withstood such a direct defense. He couldn't figure out what had happened to Sergio.

"Just as I have always said."

"If showing off is an art, then I am the most accomplished artist in the world, while you... obviously have no talent at all, and can't even hurt a hair on my nose now."

"As for why, I can only say that I am invincible right now."

“Yes, you heard me right. After I realized something from your notebook that could imprison forbidden objects, I understood that was the opportunity.”

"Do you think someone like me would really repent? Please... that meaningless concept that gives the weak an excuse to be swallowed up by the strong is utter nonsense."

"I can tell you very generously how incredible it can be when the two characteristics of distortion and transplantation are combined."

"And in that paradise, I was completely transcended, and the dead souls successfully activated my worst characteristic."

Warm blood rained down from above, landing entirely on Sergio. He took a deep breath, then swept his hair back, his bloodshot eyes wide as he stared at Carlos like a starving zombie.

His face was filled with disdain, and a destructive desire illuminated him from within. Beneath the blood-red light, he seemed to be festering, and he was fanatically trying to drag everyone else into decay.

"Do you know about the butterfly effect? ​​Now, when I want to get something or achieve something, I only need to do a few seemingly unrelated little things, and then through the so-called law of causality, they can be achieved."

"Damn, that's fucking awesome. As you can see, I have no remorse for those idiots who died, even though I was tortured to death... But you know what karma is, right? I survived the retribution and am now as omnipotent as God."

"Even if Dongxia sent ten nuclear bombs over thousands of kilometers to hit this place, even if the entire Los Angeles was bombed beyond recognition, there would only be four words."

"Completely useless."

"And all you've done is a waste of effort."

As Sergio spoke, he bent down right in front of Carlos, picked up a shard, and poked it into his eye with a blank expression—the next instant, the thing exploded, and even the tiny fragments that shot out grazed past him. It was absolutely outrageous.

"See, I don't need to hide at all."

"It's them that want to avoid me."

Carlos instinctively wanted to use that thing, but immediately stopped himself. It wasn't the right time yet, he told himself. He needed to control himself a little longer; the others hadn't completely escaped yet.

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