Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 481 He chose me
Courage or madness?

Charlotte was stunned and stood there.

He couldn't find any adjectives to describe what this guy was doing, even his own intention to use himself as a vessel to guide the destruction of the world at the end, an act that others would consider utterly insane.

Compared to this guy, it's just like the playful antics of kindergarten children.

The warden and Oink probably have no idea what this guy is doing.

But as someone who had once been a favorite of hers, Charlotte knew very well the absurdity of the widow's actions.

"Are you insane! Looking directly at His mark will only kill you instantly! And you want to accept His curse? How could a living being's body and soul possibly withstand His arrival!"

Charlotte cursed and summoned a red tentacle, attempting to drag Wu Wang over to the warden.

After all, even if one dies after seeing His mark, the corpse will definitely become an extremely unstable contamination bomb. Even in his current state, he cannot absorb or store the freshly formed ferocity of it.

To put it bluntly, Charlotte's ability to achieve what she has now is entirely due to the fact that the contamination within the remains has been of the same origin as her for a very long time.

He does not possess, or rather, no one truly possesses the ability to control the corruption of the Abyss God.

Charlotte naturally dared not let him play with fire in front of her, given the hot potato she was facing.

Let's just give it to the other two guys.

However, an unexpected scene unfolded.

The moment the condensed red tentacles touched Wu Wang, they did not tightly wrap him up and throw him away as Xia Luo had expected.

Instead, it rubbed against Wu Wang's hand like a clingy kitten, then detached itself from the pool of scarlet liquid at Xia Luo's feet and appeared behind Wu Wang as if he had summoned it.

"It was looted?"

Charlotte's pupils suddenly contracted.

He could no longer feel the connection between himself and that red tentacle.

Damn it! This thing can betray us?

Charlotte looked at Wu Wang as if she had seen a ghost. Before she could make her next move, she noticed that Wu Wang, who had been staring at the mark with his head down, slowly raised his hand.

Snapped--

Wu Wang gripped the red tentacle that had just betrayed him tightly, pulling it slowly towards him before opening his mouth.

欻——

Before Charlotte's stunned gaze, he actually bit a hole in the red tentacle with his mouth, and then swallowed it in a few swift movements as if he were eating grilled squid.

Of course, what terrified Charlotte was not only that the other party did not explode on the spot after staring at the mark, nor that he ate the red tentacles that, theoretically, had no physical form and could only be touched by others but could not be touched by others.

But it's the instant it opens its mouth.

Charlotte saw a red vertical pupil in his mouth, as if Wu Wang's mouth contained another abyss.

And the abyss is staring back at itself.

His mark!

"How is this possible! His mark should only exist on his wrist!" Charlotte exclaimed through gritted teeth.

The next second, Wu Wang, who had just swallowed the red tentacle, shuddered. His body twisted uncontrollably into strange angles, just like a zombie in a movie or TV show that had been bitten and infected.

Wave—wave—wave—

Then, in Charlotte's despairing eyes...

He watched as red vertical pupils emerged from deep within the skin of the widow's two hands and the center of her forehead.

They observed everything around them as if they were alive.

“He has more than one mark on his body!” Charlotte’s head was buzzing.

This was a situation he had never imagined.

And in those few moments of his daze, countless eerie red vertical pupils emerged from Wu Wang's cheeks, chest, back, and all over his body.

At this moment, it's less that he was covered in eyes, and more that a group of eyes formed a human shape.

"%&#&！#～%*#？"

Wu Wang opened his mouth as if to speak.

However, what came out of his mouth was like babbling, completely incomprehensible, leaving a lingering echo in one's ears.

call--

As the eerie murmurs spread, a wisp of crimson mist appeared from the stone pillar closest to Wu Wang.

The mist went straight into his red vertical pupils on the back of his head.

Immediately afterwards, crimson mist inexplicably appeared on the ground, ceiling, surrounding walls, and even in the void.

Charlotte immediately sensed that something was wrong.

The End, which originally flowed deep underground in the veins of his own remains, attracted by the scarlet liquid he emitted, and which was about to be touched by the warden's tentacles, was disappearing in an extremely rapid manner.

Where did they go?

Charlotte's breathing became increasingly rapid, to the point that she forgot that the body she was using was mechanical and did not need to breathe at all.

An utterly absurd possibility flashed through his mind—

"They...have been summoned..."

Just as he used the crimson liquid to summon red tentacles, the End Contamination activated throughout the remains was also summoned by the widow.

He had them appear directly inside the temple.

The previous process of flowing and spreading through the blood vessels of the remains is no longer needed.

But this is impossible!
No one can truly control the end; it is the pollution that destroys everything!

How could he so easily obey the orders of a mere human being!

"Damn it! There's no time to think about what happened now! Since the end has already occurred, I might as well take the opportunity to collect as much as possible!"

Charlotte gritted her teeth and stomped her foot.

The crimson liquid beneath their feet surged like a raging torrent, absorbing all the pollution in the air that had become almost tangible and visible to the naked eye.

The warden, whose life force was rapidly fading as Oink wielded a butcher's knife, was not to be outdone.

He ruthlessly abandoned all the tentacles that Charlotte had tampered with.

Exhausted, he slowly got up from the ground, opened his mouth, raised his head, and inhaled the surrounding pollution with each breath.

He devoured the contamination in a disheveled manner while keeping a watchful eye on the widow and Charlotte not far away.

He was terrified that these two unpredictable individuals would come forward and stop him from absorbing the power of the gods.

Strangely, the two men, unlike their previous sinister demeanor, stood still without making any move.

Even Charlotte's speed in driving the crimson liquid inexplicably slowed down, and in the end, she let the crimson liquid fall to the ground and flow like a pool of filth, completely ceasing to absorb the pollution.

Despair began to creep onto Charlotte's face.

"He gave up?"

The warden was overjoyed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he took several more big bites. The statue's gaping maw, like a vacuum cleaner, whipped up a violent gust of wind, even swirling up and swallowing the debris from the broken stone pillars on the ground.

However, faced with his attitude.

Charlotte's despair only deepened, and then she sneered, "What a pathetic fool."

The warden was taken aback.

He roared, "What did you say?!"

Seeing those weaker than himself looking at him with such contempt and disdain was worse than killing the warden.

If it weren't for the current busyness of looting, the pollution that suddenly filled the entire temple would have been a problem.

He had already raised his hand and hurled it at Xia Luo.

"Heh, you're pathetic and stupid, and you won't admit it. You ate for so long without even realizing it, and you didn't even have a digestion process?"

After saying that, Xia Luo turned to look at Wu Wang with an extremely complicated expression.

Watching a wisp of mist, thick enough to be almost tangible, slowly drift towards the other person from beside him, Charlotte subconsciously raised her hand, trying to grasp it in her palm.

Normally, as the vessel of the end, he would absorb the pollution into his body the moment he came into contact with it.

But that's not the case now.

The wisp of crimson mist, drifting so slowly that even an eighty-year-old grandmother could grasp it, passed through Charlotte's hand like a virtual projection, completely intangible.

Seeing this, even the warden, who had been frantically swallowing, was taken aback.

Subconsciously sensing the divine power he had swallowed, he was astonished to find that it had no effect on him whatsoever; it had simply been swallowed and then emerged from his chest and other parts of his body.

"How could this happen! This is mine! This is mine! Don't let me escape!" the warden roared in anguish.

Raising my hand to grab at the drifting pollution, it's like a child letting go of a balloon in their carelessness, and then desperately trying to catch it again when they realize what's happening.

Unfortunately, he also encountered the same situation as Charlotte.

All the crimson mist will pass through your palm without any hindrance.

They drifted slowly.

But they remained steadfast.

The destination they reached was—that guy twitching in place, covered in red vertical pupils.

"We've lost completely..."

Charlotte collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Besides despair, his eyes also flashed with intense confusion.

He muttered to himself, "He doesn't consider us competitors at all. He just needs to stand still, and eventually everyone will come to him. What competitors are there? His only competitor is himself."

This ridiculous battle over pollution is now in full swing.

It no longer depends on who can grab more pollution.

It depends on how much the widow can absorb before the collapse occurs; before that, all of Charlotte and the warden's actions are in vain.

At this moment, Charlotte could also understand one thing: when facing the end, she and the warden were like simps pursuing a goddess, only hoping that the other would glance at them.

Now, however, the goddess of the end's heart has fallen directly on the widow.

No one but him could contact him.

Watching the crimson mist, like tadpoles searching for their mother, burrow into the red vertical pupils of the widow's body.

The red vertical pupils, which were originally barely beyond the level of a primary school student's simple drawing, gradually became more refined in the process.

In the end, these eyes became so realistic that they looked like meticulously crafted works of art imprinted on Wu Wang's body.

Of course, as his eyes became more realistic, the eeriness surrounding him only increased.

Before, he could be described as a madman covered in simple comic strip drawings, but now he truly felt that those eyes might crawl out of his flesh at any moment.

"If I can't have it, you can't have it either!"

The warden still refused to give up.

He raised his hand, covering the sky and the sun, as if the Buddha's palm was about to suppress Sun Wukong under the Five Finger Mountain. He was now completely lost and only wanted to destroy everything in front of him that had caused his failure.

It was at this very moment.

A fist-sized box inside the statue suddenly trembled, and the warden's soul began to shudder. Even without checking, he knew what had happened.

Oink, we've found him.

when--

Feeling the butcher's knife fall on the surface of the box, and knowing that the box containing his soul would be shredded like tofu in the next second, the warden had only one thought left in his mind.

It was neither an escape nor a resistance.

But on his deathbed, he also had to see his widow smashed into a pulp by his own slap!

呲——

But the moment the warden struck with a vengeful palm.

But they discovered that his god-like arm, forged from memory ore and using a special process, which should have been indestructible, vanished into thin air just before it touched the widow's forehead.

Only a wisp of white smoke rose up.

This was the warden's only memory before his death; Oink's blade had completely annihilated his soul.

He died without ever knowing how he lost.
As Charlotte said—the warden's so-called research and understanding of the end of "death" is nothing but the self-deception of a fool.

It's both laughable and pathetic.

Only Charlotte could understand what the widow had just done.

The statue's hands did not disappear into thin air.

Instead, it was glared at by the mark on the widow's head, and then directly distorted from the inorganic solid of memory minerals into a kind of gas lighter than oxygen.

The nature of matter has changed!

This power is not of human origin!
"He...no...He really came?"

Charlotte had even started to tremble.

He was about to say something when the crimson liquid beneath his feet suddenly boiled, turning into steam like boiling water, causing Charlotte to fall flat on her face.

Then he watched helplessly as his own crimson liquid seeped into the red vertical pupil on the widow's forehead.

He's still eating!
Not only did he devour all the activated corruption within the [Demon Prison], but he even added himself, who had once been a favorite, to his diet!
Charlotte felt she had never had such a strong will to survive.

Having already mentally prepared himself to become the vessel for the end of the world, and with his self-destructive tendencies at their peak, he surprisingly had the idea of ​​escaping.

It's like when you're playing SM and the other person suddenly replaces the low-temperature candle with hot glue.

Three drops of hot ink shatter the soul of the letters.

Master, I am a normal person.

"Run! Run! Danger!"

Charlotte felt her non-existent temples throbbing wildly. Before she could even stand up, she crawled frantically away on the ground.

Looking at the "pupa" on the ground.

Wu Wang grinned and uttered a series of strange babbling words, his expression becoming increasingly ferocious.

"%#&@～"

bang-

The next second, Charlotte's disheveled figure fell to the ground.

He suddenly realized that the mechanical body he had plundered was already covered in rust, and even the hands and feet were so fragile that they broke under the weight.

Just like metal that has withstood the wind and rain of countless years, even the toughest metal will eventually corrode.

"Time...time has been distorted!"

"It really is Him! Death! The Great End! Miraculously, He saw reality through this human body!"

Charlotte felt both fear and joy.

He knew very well that only death could disregard the concepts of time and space.

Because He represents the end of everything.

He is the past, present, and future.

He pollutes not only matter, but also the fundamental laws of reality.

I lost to the great Him! Not to that mad admirer!
Just as Charlotte closed her eyes, bracing herself to be swallowed up as pollution by Him, a labored voice, mixed with murmurs, came from in front of her—

"You piece of trash...do you see that...?"

"He chose me..."

"And I will..."

"Reject Him!"

Charlotte suddenly opened her eyes.

The widow, who was already standing just a step away from him, with her eyes clearly now turned into red vertical pupils, actually stopped in her tracks.

The crimson in his left eye is slowly fading.

Wu Wang's own playful and cheeky gaze was shining again.

Watching this marked monster, which has transcended the realm of humanity, struggle.

Charlotte recalled the question Wu Wang had asked and mocked the warden not long ago—

What part of you still belongs to humanity?

"Thoughts and soul".

"My thoughts and soul have never changed."

(End of this chapter)