"Hahaha." Lan Tuwen laughed loudly, "If I were afraid of retribution, I wouldn't have done these things. What can mere retribution do? It's just death."
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"What's so scary about death? Maybe if I die, I won't even get my retribution."
Lan Tuwen knew exactly what he was doing. He was far more successful than others in his life, and he did things that others wouldn't even dare to dream of.
"To be lost in the crowd without accomplishing anything is more terrifying to me than death. To live a hasty life and leave no trace after death is a very sad thing."
Lan Tuwen raised his hand to touch the wrinkles on his face. As his muscles relaxed, the deep grooves formed by his skin squeezed into the corners of his eyes.
He said, "Whether it's good or bad, Azure and I will leave a lasting mark on this world, and people will remember my name forever."
I don't know if there's a soul after death, or reincarnation, but if there is, when I return to this world, Lan Tuwen will become a name that changes history.
A subtle longing appeared on his face: "Don't you think it's a great thing to let everyone live in a history that has been changed by ourselves, and to change their destiny?"
There was an impatience in that longing, an expectation; Lan Tuwen was anticipating death.
“I know you guys are very capable, especially you.” He was particularly certain when speaking to Shekh.
"That isolation room was your masterpiece, wasn't it? You know, it was designed to also serve as a refuge room, it's not a place that can be destroyed easily, but you did it."
Lan Tuwen repeatedly watched the surveillance footage of them entering the isolation room but found no flaws.
With 17 seconds left in the quarantine period, 17 people mutated instantly. The blindfolded woman crippled four monsters in three seconds, and with 13 seconds left in the quarantine room, it exploded.
Her only strange behavior was touching the ribbon on her eyes before the explosion.
“I want to know how you did all this? I can make you known to the world.”
"No need." Shekh reached out and pulled Shi Jinzhe behind him, so that he had his back to her.
She said to Lan Tuwen, "If you want to know, just look at me."
Lan Tuwen wasn't swayed by any provocation. He shifted his gaze to the window, where the curved viewing window in the dead of night resembled a mirror. He couldn't see outside clearly, only his reflection.
Against the pitch-black background, the image was clear, and he spotted a pair of purple eyes staring back at him through the window.
Lan Tuwen froze almost the instant he saw those eyes.
His body felt as if it were being continuously injected with lead and mercury; a heavy, downward sensation overwhelmed his senses, his blood congealed, and he was unable to make any movement.
The deathly stare locked him in place, his feet gradually lost sensation, his nerves became numb, and white dust adhered to his body, rapidly accumulating and forming stones.
Lan Tuwen couldn't believe it; his reflection was turning to stone.
The petrification stopped at his jawline, but he could still see, speak, and hear.
He couldn't move at all; he couldn't even turn his neck.
To avoid the blueprint being compressed into ashes, Shekh didn't remove the ribbon, lest he explode at the mere sight of it.
Petrification is an effect that only occurs through the eyes created by illusion, but this move has too many limitations. She doesn't have the patience to make eye contact with people for a long time, so she has never liked using it.
"Turn back."
Shi Jinzhe obediently turned around, his eyes unintentionally glancing at Xiao Ji, whose mouth was as big as an egg, and Mr. Lan, who looked completely devastated.
What did Shekh do to terrify them so much?
He turned around and saw the newly unearthed blueprints.
My first reaction was, "I'm so lucky to be alive."
My second thought was, "She's so good to me."
Shi Jinzhe discovered that Shehe had a special kind of magic: whenever he wasn't so afraid of her, she would do something big to make him question his life.
Although these skills were not used on him, Shi Jinzhe still had the illusion of escaping death.
She had so many ways to die, but she only lashed him out with her tail.
Shekh paid no attention to Shi Jinzhe's complex inner thoughts; she looked at the blueprint in the glass:
"Retribution is right in front of you. Since you're not afraid of death, then you'll suffer a fate worse than death."
"You can't do it, but I have others..."
Shekh interrupted him: "Your red mist has failed."
Upon hearing that the red mist had failed, Lan Tuwen's unchanging expression finally showed a slight flaw.
Shi Jinzhe helped her kick the standing screen over so that the blueprints could be seen more clearly.
In the surveillance footage from the tenth and eleventh floors, the red mist gradually dissipated, and those who were unable to leave were melted into bloody messes by the high concentration of red mist.
The hairy monster, who should have died, did not die; it was merely a little sluggish and remained alive.
Lan Tuwen propped his eyelids open, his breathing rapid. The red mist was something he had personally researched; it couldn't possibly be ineffective.
He quickly regained his composure: "I can develop something better, as long as it can control the fungus..."
"There is no 'as long as'. I will attribute what you did to someone else. People will never remember your blueprint."
Shehe turned her head to look at Mr. Lan. She had heard what Xiao Ji and Shi Jinzhe were saying: Mr. Lan has not been infected so far.
The players didn't get infected because of good early prevention and the availability of items later on. Mr. Lan, a native, didn't eat or drink for five days and stayed with so many patients in the incubation period day and night, yet he was fine.
If he doesn't get infected in the next few days, then he will be the most suitable native to leave Azure Island.
Although she didn't think Mr. Lan was qualified, if there was no other choice, it would be good to use his intention to eliminate Lan Tuwen.
Shekh turned back and said, "Mr. Blue will become a celebrity for breaking through the Blue Isle's impasse, while you can just be an ordinary dead man."
“He won’t,” Lan Tuwen immediately denied. “He respects me a lot, and he will listen to me.”
“His wishes don’t matter. If I say he is, then he is.” Shekh smiled at him. “Have you forgotten how you invited me to the ninth floor?”
Lan Tuwen finally couldn't maintain that false mask anymore, his face darkened completely, and his eyelids twitched.
Sheh stopped arguing with him and ignored the strange looks from others. She casually warned, "The lives of these two surnamed Lan are in my hands."
Leaving behind the petrified blueprints that were secretly admired, she pulled Shi Jinzhe away.
I'm so tired, I need to find a place to sleep.
Shi Jinzhe was dragged by her to choose a room with the biggest bed. The room was big, and the floor was big too.
Shekh washed his face and tail with water, then lay down on the bed. Shi Jinzhe cleaned up the wastewater, washed up, and then took out his sleeping bag to sleep.
After a whole night of moving between buildings, I need to recharge.
Unbeknownst to Shekh, who was fast asleep, a player had spent half the night studying Blueprint's petrified body, only to fail to make a single trace of it.
He wasn't trying to save anyone; he was just curious about what kind of skill it was, but he gained nothing from it.
The player finally concluded that the petrification was too solid, and this woman was indeed not someone to mess with. He decided to stick to the job and stay with the man named Xiao Ji who was looking after Mr. Lan.
And so, no one dared to touch the blueprint.
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Because the 12th floor didn't come into contact with many fungal spores, the infection wasn't serious for the time being. The more serious issues were with food and water.
After struggling for two days, the people on the twelfth floor still went to the small restaurant and ate those things.
If I eat this, I'll die in a couple of days; if I don't eat it, I'll starve to death today.
Except for this one building, all the surrounding buildings collapsed. During the day, when people looked down, the ground was covered with countless hairy monsters.
Day 26.
Yellowish-gray mycelium climbed up the exterior wall of the Azure Building, reaching the height of three stories in just one day.
People were filled with fear and unease. They thought that even buildings covered in fungi would collapse, and they didn't know how long this blue building could last.
The land subsidence is getting worse, and at night, people can hear the sound of waves from inside their buildings.
Day 27.
The fungus climbed to the sixth floor, and besides Lan Tuwen, a second person developed a rash.
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