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Chapter 198 False Heroes, the Radiance of Counterfeits

The ability to materialize fantasy is one that relies heavily on imagination.

The bad thing is that Xue's Law is already an adult who has lost his imagination.

However, this time, he had met with the old mystic before coming to this world to discuss the plan to finally unleash his imagination.

Born from the savior sword that absorbs the prayers of the world, and fueled by the materialization of fantasy, a false light, a counterfeit hero.

"What's the use of this? Even on Earth, you can only maintain this false form for 24 seconds," the world's consciousness advised.

"Sorry, Mom, forgive my rebelliousness. For me, 24 seconds is enough." Xue Dinglu smiled, and in the light, he and the old ghost both laughed.

Because they saw that, at this moment, Alaye Hermin looked like a 12-year-old child, and even her eyes shone with an unparalleled light called hope.

She is the epitome of everyone in this world, the collective subconscious of everyone.

Because we are children, we were all children once.

"Mom, do you think we need to get the wishes of more than 43 billion people to have any chance of defeating Zijra?" Xue Luding laughed as he carried Hermin in his arms, while Hermin smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Zijera carries the souls of 52 billion people. Even if you reach your limit, even if you become the childhood hero that everyone in the world unconditionally trusts, you can only reach the prayers of 34 billion people. That's not enough!"

"Really?" Xue Dinglu smiled.

……

Meanwhile, inside Zijella's body...

Upon seeing the tokusatsu hero appear on the other side, Brinton's face even contorted in pain.

How could that be? How could those boring superhero shows, which are clearly for kids, actually exist in this world?

Then, Brinton's lips curled up. He seemed to have realized that the light opposite him was fake, a counterfeit hero. He was not the real hero who appeared in children's tokusatsu hero shows, the omnipotent hero who symbolized that light would surely defeat darkness.

It's just a fake!

“Four evil spirits, come out!” Brinton said.

The next moment, countless tree roots shot into the sky. Under the twisting and convergence of the tree roots, Wendigo, Brain Demon, Slender Man, and Bone Prison Man all transformed into "monsters" that were hundreds of meters tall, surrounding the false hero from four directions.

“Mr. Lovecraft, although there’s a small problem, don’t worry, I can easily fix this fake,” Brinton said.

Now, looking at the giant shining brightly during the ceremony, the old man who loves crafts finally smiled.

His smile was so kind and warm, unlike that of a pessimistic horror novelist, but rather like that of a normal old man.

"I'm sorry, but your methods were indeed quite effective. You lured the US military into bombing Zijera, but the real purpose was to break it down into smaller units and spread the spores throughout the world. Then, through the evil spirits associated with the four concepts of suffering, learning, work, and debt, you almost distorted and infected everyone in the world..."

"But there's only one reason you failed!"

The old man, who loved crafts, crushed the test tube in his hand. Brinton's pupils contracted because he saw that the area around the liquid splattered from the test tube melted in an instant, as if it were butter being cut by a hot knife.

On the melting ground, countless human souls were released. They broke free from Zigela's control, dazed and confused, but some regained consciousness and, as if stressed, desperately attacked their surroundings.

"Mr. Lovecraft, you!" Brinton roared in terror. He sensed what it was—the ultimate bacteriophage that had contaminated Zigela from underground!
Countless twisted tree roots began to entangle the old man who loved craftsmanship, and in an instant, they shredded him, leaving him with only his head.

At this moment, boundless rage almost overwhelmed Brinton's mind; nothing could be more infuriating than his "white moonlight" betraying him.

"Why? Elder Luo?" he almost roared, "Aren't we the same kind of people?"

"The same kind of people? No, no, no. Although I'm a pessimist, I've never disliked beautiful fantasies and hopes. I like writing tragedies simply because my era had just experienced an economic crisis, and the whole society was pessimistic. Tragedies sold well; people needed to eat, after all." The old man's head, who loved crafts, chuckled and added again.

"By the way, my name isn't Lovecraft, it's Randolph Carter, and I'm just a legendary investigator in the Cthulhu universe."

At this moment, the evil spirit revealed his true name. He was not the progenitor of Cthulhu, but merely an ordinary legendary investigator from the Cthulhu novels. His head looked down upon the countless twisted human souls within the entire Chijera.

"Now, I declare that you are all free, and you shall live well! Fly, birds!" said the old man who loves crafts... no, now we should call him Randolph Carter.

Brinton's pupils contracted again.

But he managed to calm himself down.

Even if an unexpected counterfeit hero appeared, even if Elder Luo betrayed him.

But everything is still under control. Old Luo's virus only caused a little trouble and caused many people in Qi Jiela's body to wake up after being infected.

but……

"Who will listen to you? Even if they regain consciousness, they'll just be caged birds trapped in this world forever!" Brinton sneered at the person opposite him. "Bound by learning, bound by work, bound by debt, when have they ever had any freedom? Now it's just my turn to bind them. Will the lambs listen to me and rebel?"

We are born into this world as puppets, controlled by our parents in childhood, by our studies in adolescence, by our work in youth, and by our debts in old age…

They were born into a prison of hell, so how could they have ever resisted?

But Randolph Carter laughed, and the next moment, he looked at Brinton with disdain: "You've greatly underestimated human nature, and equally underestimated the impact of a true, imagined hero. Do you know how many people in this world actually know this giant?"

"72 million!"

"So, do you understand now?" Even with only his head remaining, Randolph Carter continued to mock the person opposite him.

"Even if it's 72 billion, so what?" Brinton retorted angrily.

However, the next moment, Brinton sensed something was wrong, because an unparalleled "pain" came from the entire body of Zijera. The bacteriophage began to spread in the body of this ancient plant, and even spread throughout its entire body!

"I forgot to tell you, I was just chatting with you to spread my cells throughout the entire plant," Old Master Randolph Carter said with a smile, revealing his final, insidious plan. "I've been injected with bacteriophages, and I've even controlled every cell to protect them perfectly."

"I'm a perfect 'biochemical bomb,' just waiting for someone to absorb me!"

"You...you!" Brinton couldn't believe it...why was it like this...

"This is my last plan, Xue Dinglu! The rest is up to you!"

……

Light shone on the earth, and the rotating halo sliced ​​apart the gigantic evil spirits that surrounded them.

"Does it require the prayers of at least 43 billion people?" Xue Dinglu smiled, recalling the advice from the World Consciousness.

He lowered his head and looked at the 12-year-old girl in his arms. Her eyes were fixed on him, who was shining brightly. She no longer aged and did not even need the transfer of the cursed blood.

But at this moment, Xue Lude gently lowered his head and said, "Hermin, thank you world for bringing us together!"

After saying that, Xue Dinglu kissed her forehead, leaving the little girl stunned.

Through Alaye Hermin's concept of "human collective unconsciousness," Xue's Law conveyed all his current desires, dreams, and brilliance to all "people" in the world!
In an instant, endless light responded to him. It was the heartfelt prayers and blessings from everyone who witnessed that light that he absorbed into his body!

30 billion!
35 billion!
40 billion!
45 billion!
……

"How is this possible, you numb bunch of idiots? Do you really dare to go back to that hellish prison of society?" Brinton roared, looking at the countless souls emitting a faint glow.

However, no one paid any attention to him.

A large number of children in school uniforms were the first to raise their hands. Their faces no longer showed the numbness and pain they had when studying, but instead burst forth with unparalleled vitality and passion.

They seemed to cheer, shouting, "It's light! It's light!"

"I want to become light!"

"I'm going to watch TV."

"But I still have classes on weekends..."

"Don't worry about having fun. It's not illegal to rest on the weekend."

The children were laughing and talking. They had put away the stimulants and "smart drugs," and their textbooks and "strive for higher education" notes. Like the rising sun, they didn't not want to study; they just wanted some time to themselves on the weekend.

Next came the working adults, who took off their ties, threw away their pay cards, and opened their arms as if embracing freedom.

And finally, even those middle-aged or elderly people who were in a daze, they all moved forward slowly, without ever looking back.

They simply saw that luminous figure appear, and they abandoned all their suffering, exhaustion, and difficulties, joining hands and striding towards the light. They seemed to be singing "Take Me Higher," and no one asked why.

[Towards the distant future]

[If you can't see the wind today, stand facing the earth and let go of everything.]

I want to take you with me, to fly even higher.

Go, take my dreams with you, and fly higher!

Fly to where spring is in full bloom, fly to where poetry and distant places reside.

Everyone proved Brindton wrong through their actions. After Alaye Hermin's connection was passed on to everyone, they remembered everything from their childhood, remembered their dreams, dropped all their burdens, sang "Take Me Higher," and headed towards a future of poetry and distant horizons.

They held hands, sang songs, and played harmonicas, their figures disappearing into this hellish place.

The entire Chijera began to emit a faint light, and the sound of children's songs echoed within, like the rising sun. All the caged birds broke free from their cages, just like in the song, carrying their dreams and flying higher.

Everyone unconditionally trusted the light, and no one asked why.

"Why?" Brinton roared. "What can they do after they return to the world? They're dead! If they leave, their souls will immediately dissipate, but here they are immortal, ultimate beings! Why? Tell me why? Why would they trust that false luminous being?"

“Birds are destined to fly, Brington. Cages aren't everything to them. Since the Cretaceous period, they've broken free from the earth's constraints, soaring freely in the sky. Some birds you can never cage.” Old Master Randolph Carter looked at the souls that had transformed into light, and he smiled as he spoke.
"Look, the birds are flying."

(End of this chapter)