Chapter 108 Chapter 108
In the air-raid shelter.
A group of people formed the Chinese character "众" (people). The person at the top tilted his neck, his ear pressed against the ceiling, his expression solemn. The people below held him up, grinning, swaying and trying to keep him steady. For a moment, the scene was slightly comical.
"Stop shaking, stop shaking! My ears are irritating!"
"Can you hear me? What's going on?"
"We can't hold on any longer—"
"How can I hear it... Wait, shh - don't make any sound, I think I hear something." The man stretched out his finger and made a "half-click", holding his breath and listening carefully to the movement outside.
Everyone suddenly quieted down.
"It seems they are still fighting."
"Isn't that nonsense? The ground is shaking like this, who wouldn't know there's a fight going on up there?"
"No, it seems like the fighting is getting more intense. I heard explosions and biubiubiu sounds."
"Could it be that the troops are coming?"
"Listen carefully."
“…”
"Mom, when can we go home? I'm so sleepy."
"Be good and go to sleep. You can go home when you wake up." Someone whispered to comfort him.
"Okay~"
Someone sighed deeply: "The world is really in chaos now, all kinds of monsters and demons have come out. Just now when I was outside, I thought I was going to die."
"Fortunately, we are not completely blind. There are many people protecting us." Someone comforted.
"Ouch! I finally remembered what I was going to say!" Someone slapped their thigh and stood up with a thud. Perhaps because everyone here was ordinary, the constraints within her were finally released. She excitedly asked, "Do you all know that comic?"
"Comics? You're still reading comics at this hour. Don't you young people know what's important and what's not?"
"No, this is a serious matter, very important. Sister, I know what you are talking about. That cartoon was drawn by Lao Zei - no, Liuhe, right?" Oh no, I'm used to posting spam online and I didn't react for a while.
"That's right." The girl pulled a book from her bag and held it up. It was the previously released single volume of the comic book "Mo Wen Tian Ji".
Some people who don't read comics looked puzzled. At this point, how important could comics really be?
"This is what I'm talking about. Let me explain it briefly. This comic book was drawn by a cartoonist named Liuhe. It tells the story of people with special abilities fighting monsters. But unfortunately, the content of the comic book coincides with real events in reality. The people in the comic book really exist in real life, and the monsters in the comic book also exist in real life. Yes, they are the same monsters we see outside."
Everyone looked at each other in silence for a moment. After a long moment, someone spoke with difficulty, "So, a long time ago, someone used comics to tell us what the world really looked like?"
"Yes, but it's a pity that everyone used to read comics just for fun, and no one thought about it."
The girl flipped to the appendix at the back of the book, which contained a wealth of bizarre details and strategies for dealing with them. Previously, everyone had assumed these were just Easter eggs Liuhe had deliberately included to complete the comic's worldview. Now, it seemed Liuhe had probably anticipated this.
This appendix is not so much an Easter egg as it is a doomsday survival manual for ordinary people.
"After living for so many years, this is the first time I know that the world is so rich and colorful. I wish I had super powers too." Someone sighed.
"As the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility. If you had superpowers, you'd be out there fighting monsters right now."
"So what? If I had the ability, I would definitely go out and kill the enemy to protect the area. I wouldn't hide here and wait for others to rescue me."
"Well, that's quite ambitious."
A group of people gathered nearby, whispering to each other. They realized the problem that the comics had previously been unable to express. It was fine when it happened less frequently, but when it happened more frequently, someone noticed something was wrong.
"It's really strange. When those psychics were here, I wanted to talk about the comics but I turned around and forgot about it. I only remembered it now."
"Me too. It's like someone doesn't want us to say it out loud. Is someone targeting us?"
"No, it's probably not targeting us, but they don't want the superpowers to know."
“It seems to be true.”
"So, the comic is a secret that belongs only to us 'mortals'. Just like they hid it from us before, we can't tell them either? Wow, that's a big deal. A lot of people have read this comic."
"It's possible that this old thief Liuhe did it. Think about it, what kind of person could give us the plot in advance, not get sanctioned, and allow the comic to spread so widely?"
Someone counted on their fingers, listing them one by one: "Look at the characters that appear in it, the director of the Supernatural Bureau, the principal of the academy, the clan leader and high-ranking officials of the demon tribe, and even a big shot like Yuheng. He drew them all in, not afraid of being troubled by others later - oh, that's not right, he may have blurred our memories because he didn't want these people to find out.
"But how did he know about the existence of these people, and even knew the details so clearly? This shows how arrogant Liuhe is. It is very likely that 'he' or 'she' himself is a high-ranking official there." The man became more and more excited as he spoke, and felt that he had discovered the truth.
"Someone high up? Yeah, that makes sense. No wonder I couldn't find any information about Liuhe before."
"Wow, I've made it big. The boss draws comics for me, and I can even call him an old thief."
“There is no greater highlight in life than this.”
Gossip may be a gene engraved in human bones. When they talk like this, their attention is all drawn to the gossip, and their fear is relieved a lot, which is also something they deliberately control.
After reading the comics, everyone also knows the relationship between fear and weirdness.
As they flipped through the comics, watching the protagonists' journey from their initial naiveté to maturity, their hearts were suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. The comics were real; the events had truly happened, and the characters within were real. This meant that there really were three young men like them, willing to sacrifice their lives to protect them.
No, more than that. These three young men are merely a microcosm of the vast number of people with special abilities. The stable lives of ordinary people over the years have been built on their silent contributions.
"We can't cause them any more trouble. It's already hard enough for them to protect us and fight those monsters. If we get scared here, won't that just make things worse?"
"That's right, let's have some fun and have some fun. Don't be afraid!"
“Who would be afraid?”
"We will win, we will."
…
On another battlefield.
The psychic team worked together with the many aristocratic families stationed here to resist the strange waves. Due to sufficient combat power, the official did not send any troops here.
Seeing that the strange force was already defeated, just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, an attack from behind caught them off guard. The psychics who bravely fought on the front lines could never have imagined that one day, the blade that would stab them would actually come from behind.
The psychic turned around in disbelief, only to see that his companion, who had previously fought alongside him, was now like a demon, stabbing a sharp blade into his body with a ferocious look on his face.
"Why... shouldn't we... stand united against the outside world..." The psychic slowly collapsed to the ground.
"Sorry, you're in the way. We don't need you here," the man said, drawing his sword, unconcerned about the psychic's fate. On this battlefield, all the psychics who came to support him were brutally stabbed in the back, without a single one spared.
Behind him gradually gathered a group of people dressed in ancient costumes. Their clothing was pure white, giving them an ethereal air, resembling the noble and noble monks of legend. Ironically, each of them was now covered in blood, their expressions crazed.
"You are betraying me... Aren't you afraid of being investigated by the higher-ups later?"
"Why wait until later? You can report it now and say that the Shen family has joined forces with other clans to rebel and join the Weird. How much energy do you think the higher-ups can spare to deal with us now?"
Seeing the resentful looks in the eyes of the psychics, the so-called "aristocratic families" laughed in unison: "Who wants to unite with you to face the outside world? They are just guys with inferior bloodlines. What qualifications do they have to be on equal footing with us?"
"We will eventually regain our former glory in the new world."
"The human race should be under our rule!"
They looked frantic, talking back and forth like brainwashed cult members. The only difference between them and ordinary cult members was that they possessed even greater destructive power.
Behind them, the strange tide finally broke through the defense line and rushed straight to the safe zone behind them. The psychics wanted to stop it but were powerless and could only watch the tragedy unfold.
Just when everyone was in despair, a sword energy emitting a chill swept over from a distance, completely erasing the weird and arrogant behavior.
"Really? If that's the case, then there's no need for you to live anymore."
Shen Liuxue's voice suddenly reached everyone. She held a sword that radiated a chilling aura and walked towards the crowd. She looked disheveled, her body covered in sword wounds of varying sizes, all sealed with ice. But as she walked, blood continued to drip from her clothes.
Whether they were from aristocratic families or people with special abilities, the same thought popped up in everyone's mind at the same time: How on earth did she survive such injuries?
"Shen Liuxue? Aren't you locked up in the detention room?"
"Wait, the sword in her hand..."
"That's the magic sword left by our ancestors. How did you get it? It's impossible. No one has been able to break the seal on it in three thousand years. How did you do it?"
How could it be possible? What could possibly be impossible to obtain? Shen Liuxue had already lost count of how many times she had nearly died. The only reason she had managed to hold on until now was due to the energy constantly fed back to her by the divine sword.
If you want to unlock the seal on the magic sword, you must first pass the trial in the magic sword space - that is, the sword formation in the confinement room.
Shen Liuxue had prepared immensely for this day, from her initial explorations in the confinement room to her life-threatening attempts in the nightmare realm. Finally, she had figured out some of the key points. Upon returning to the clan, she had deliberately angered the clan leader, thereby securing her place in the confinement room. All the sword wounds she bore were the result of the Divine Sword Trial.
It's almost comical that the confinement chamber the Shen family so shunned was actually a trial set up by a sword immortal three thousand years ago to select a qualified successor. It's a shame that, despite all this time, no one discovered it, and instead used it as a means of torture for the family. I wonder what the sword immortal would think in his afterlife.
"Although I haven't fully mastered these powers, it doesn't matter. It's more than enough to deal with some garbage." She didn't want to endure it anymore, so she raised her hand and swung the sword.
"Go to hell with your beautiful dreams!"
…
"A living being? What did you mean by a living being?" The old man stood up in shock, not even noticing that he had pulled out a lock of his beard.
"A divine weapon." Shen Linan continued to make moves calmly.
"How can a divine artifact have a life? This is impossible."
"How can it be impossible for a divine weapon? It's not like you haven't seen one before."
"That's different." The old man shook his head, a look of worry on his face. "All divine artifacts can give rise to spiritual intelligence, except this one. Between heaven and earth, if a being reaches the pinnacle of perfection in a certain aspect, it will inevitably have flaws corresponding to that level. With its status, it is impossible for it to give rise to an artifact spirit."
"The way of balance ceased to exist long before these foreign invaders. Now, it's your turn."
The old man sighed and sat down again: "So, does he know about this?"
"When this plan was first formulated, he was not aware of it. As for now, I don't know if he has discovered it."
"I hope we can keep it a secret for a while. He's already endured enough."
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