Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Mirror God, Master of Fear

Chapter 131 Your enemies have arrived!

"Xiaoyu, Sam, are you alright?"

"It's okay!" ×2
The two children answered in unison, then looked at each other with a hint of worry in their eyes.

Jackie Chan looked at the two children with a very serious expression and said earnestly, "If you have any problems, you must talk to Uncle Jackie. You must trust Uncle Jackie."

Sam's eyes flickered, and he and Jade lowered their heads in unison, as if they had both encountered some problem that Jackie Chan couldn't solve and didn't want to talk about it and cause worry.

Jackie Chan paused for a moment, stood up, and looked behind him.

The palace's chill became even more pronounced. Although it appeared very majestic and solemn, it never gave people a sense of unease or righteousness.

"You all wait for me here! You're not going anywhere!"

He looked down at the endless orc sculptures below, his tone very solemn.

"Jimmy, those two might be in trouble. Your job is to keep an eye on them for me!"

Jimmy clenched his fist nervously, looked at his two friends who had suddenly looked up, and nodded: "No problem, I won't let them leave."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Sam and Xiaoyu's sleeves to show his determination.

Jackie Chan nodded and reached out to pat Jimmy's head.

He placed his backpack next to the three of them and sprinted uphill at an extraordinary speed.

Jackie Chan has to do something to let his father know what's going on here, so that his son can survive.

Behind them, Xiaoyu and Sam perked up, and Xiaoyu spoke first: "Sam, what happened to you?"

"Don't lie to me. You know I have spellcasting abilities. I'm the only one among us who can resolve this potential problem."

Sam paused for a moment, seemingly hesitant, but finally smiled frankly: "It's nothing, it's just that those dreams also appear when I'm awake. They're tempting me to turn on some kind of switch or something."

He shrugged nonchalantly: "As long as I don't move around here, I won't be controlled, right?"

Xiaoyu paused for a moment, then raised her hand.

"Soul-protecting Scroll".

hum~
A thin shield appeared on Sam, enveloping his entire outline.

Xiaoyu is now a runemaster, unlike those mediocre mages like Tru and Tang Chen.

Although mental protection is somewhat difficult, Xiaoyu has actually made preparations.

While other people's backpacks were filled with various food and supplies, Xiaoyu's backpack was covered in runes.

The old man said that the materials used for drawing these talismans were so scarce that the antique shop was struggling to make ends meet lately.

However, her father didn't think it was a waste. Xiaoyu had a high talent for learning, so how could she grow if she didn't draw more talismans?
Sam paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Much better, thank you, Xiaoyu."

Xiaoyu breathed a slight sigh of relief: "It's good that it worked. Now, you and Jimmy stay here, I'm going to help Uncle Long."

"This is too dangerous."

“Listen to Jimmy.” Jade stared at Jimmy.

Jimmy was a little timid, but he stubbornly held onto Xiaoyu's sleeve. He didn't really want his friend to do something so dangerous.

Jimmy is different from Jade. In his view, although adults have this or that problem, their life experience and ability to judge dangerous things are definitely better than theirs, so Jimmy is very obedient.

"We can't contact Dad now, and Uncle Long is just a warrior. Although he is very skilled in kung fu, he can't deal with all kinds of shielding magic and curse magic."

"So how can Uncle Jackie turn the tide?"

Xiaoyu asked very seriously.

Below, perhaps it was just my imagination, but the campfires, which seemed as numerous as stars yet arranged in a way that was comforting, began to flicker gently.

The lifelike eyes of those orc stone sculptures seemed to have shifted slightly.

A sense of oppression rose in the void, but it did not disturb the three children for the time being.

Only Sam looked around with a serious expression.

"No, I don't know."

Jimmy swallowed hard, looked down at the ground, and answered softly.

"Protective magic!"

"My father left protective magic on both me and Uncle Long. If we are attacked by black magic, the protective magic will protect us, but it will break after withstanding one attack."

"Only when this magic breaks will my father, who is thousands of miles away, be able to discover our danger and come to save us."

"So, it's not that I'm taking the risk, but that Uncle Long is really in danger! I'm the only one here with the ability to cast spells, so I have to protect Uncle Long."

Jimmy pursed his lips and gently released his grip on Xiaoyu's sleeve.

Just as he was about to say something, he felt a void in front of him; the girl had vanished.

"Jimmy."

“You don’t have magic, and no matter what you say, I won’t let you go,” Jimmy said firmly.

"Hey."

After a sigh, Jimmy suddenly felt a strange force on the sleeve he was holding.

His sleeve slipped from his hand, and when he looked up sharply, he could only see Sam's rapidly departing back.

“You” “Jimmy, turn around.”

When Sam's words came, Jimmy subconsciously turned around, and his eyes immediately felt dizzy. His legs went weak, and he slumped down on the steps, trembling.

He has a severe fear of heights; yesterday, when watching the fireworks, he only dared to stare at the fireworks.

He was quite frightened when he entered the underground area, but he didn't make a sound.

He thought he had hidden it well, but to his surprise, Sam still found out.
Jackie Chan had already arrived at the palace gate, and had not encountered any traps or obstacles along the way.

There was no mercury falling from the sky as in legends, nor were there any mechanical crossbows.

These kinds of ruins are most popular with tomb raiders, but surprisingly, no tomb raider has ever dug them up in thousands of years.
The only explanation is magic.
Jackie Chan gazed at the ancient and imposing gate with a hint of fascination in his eyes; he has a particular love for history.

The traces of ancient civilizations always bring him inner joy, even leading him to study them day and night.

Unfortunately, now is not the time to study ancient history.

Xiaoyu guessed correctly; he needed to find the black magic to break through the shield on his body, thus in order to notify his father.

After looking around, I found that, as always, there was no mechanism; it required brute force to push it open.

This fits the stereotype of orcs as a barbaric race.

Rumble.
Jackie Chan's hands were bulging with veins, and the door trembled slightly. Then, the heavy stone door was slowly pushed open by him.

The blue palace now appeared even colder, and the altar began to tremble, as if it had encountered an earth dragon, inspiring fear.

hum~
Jackie Chan's hair stood on end in a gust of cold wind, and he sensed danger through the crack in the door.

But what he wants now is danger.

This underground world is protected by magic, so they can't get out at all. He only brought two days' worth of food, which should last about six days if everyone is a little hungry.

Even without calling the antique shop, they could still detect the anomaly, but the old man couldn't get their location. In addition, since the protective gear on him and Xiaoyu hadn't been breached, the task of finding them would most likely be handed over to the police, which ultimately led to food shortages and weakness.

Instead of waiting until the last minute, it's better to take the initiative and give Dad a location. As long as we're careful, given Dad's speed of support, we should be able to get there in time.
Imagine Jackie Chan giving a strong push.

hum~
The immense danger suddenly exploded, and in an instant, Jackie Chan felt as if he had entered another dimension.

The surrounding area was a vast expanse of white, devoid of any trace of life.

Jackie Chan froze, looked around, and frowned.

Before he could even try to leave, a calm voice rang out: "Guardian, you've arrived."

Jackie Chan turned his head sharply and immediately saw a tall figure with wrinkled, gray skin, wearing a royal robe and a crown.

He sat on an ancient and imposing throne, calmly watching him.

Jackie Chan carefully examined the orc, his tone grave: "Are you... the last king of the orcs?"

“Yes.” The Orc King nodded, his tone tinged with anger and accusation: “In that war, only I and one guard survived. We came here, recorded the true history, and also recorded the despicable past of humanity.”

Jackie Chan pursed his lips. He wanted to say something, but ultimately it was just a matter of success or failure.

The history recorded in those murals is imbued with a strong subjective will, but even so, professional archaeologists can still discover some of the truth of history from them.

For example, during the Angel Wars, it was clear that the three major races were unwilling to have anyone above them, which ultimately led to the war.

If the angel had spoken of a united tribal council, the world order might have already changed.

For example, more than three thousand years ago, the orcs were the first to attack the humans and even destroyed the powerful ancient Rome. It's just that Qin went a bit too far, but from the perspective of the race, it doesn't seem excessive.

When ancient Rome fell, how many humans died at the hands of orcs?
How many of the ordinary people who are basking in the peace created by the sun god are guilty?
Of course, the orc civilians are also innocent, or rather, this kind of thing cannot be described as right or wrong.

It's just a matter of success or failure. If the human race loses, the person sitting opposite them right now might be a human king.
“I cannot judge the affairs of our ancestors, but if you can bring your people back to life now, I will try my best to find you a safe haven.”

Jackie Chan gave a complicated reply.

As soon as he finished speaking, the orc king's anger froze, and he looked at Jackie Chan in disbelief.

He swayed violently, and a series of indifferent voices flashed through his mind: "You've already deserted once, do you want to do it again?"

The Guardians have completely sided with humanity, and Hope has been swayed by the shadows, reduced to a mere tool.

[You now have an opportunity. As the last king of the orcs, carrying the hopes of a once-dominant race, you are qualified to wield this tool.]

【Fear?】

Shouldn't you feel ashamed?

These soldiers you painstakingly sculpt probably find you laughable, don't they? As their king, you're nothing more than a stonemason, endlessly wielding that ridiculous hammer, carving their likenesses, fantasizing about leading the orcs in a counterattack.

But even at the very last moment, he didn't dare leave the tomb he built for himself, and could only guard this ridiculous dreamland, dying here, turning into withered bones.

Did you know? When the old orc king's head was severed and taken as a trophy, it was looking in your direction. If he knew that you, the new king, hid away and died of old age out of fear of Qin, I wonder if he would feel disappointed?

Look at this. These are orc seeds. They are watching you. You are their last king. They will look up to you. Will you carry on the orcs' glory and try to seize this opportunity for their rise? Or will you be a coward for the second time and desert the battlefield? The choice is yours.

Your enemy has arrived!

The whispers of the evil god completely occupied his mind; it turned out that the guardians truly stood on the side of humanity.
It turns out, the fear was true.
It turns out I wasn't waiting for an opportunity; I was just filled with fear.
But Qin was truly terrifying; it was invincible.
【Ah】

A voice that seemed to be mocking him exploded in his mind.

The Beast King's eyes were suddenly filled with crimson, and an increasingly chilling aura erupted from them, filled with resentment and murderous intent, along with a desperate obsession, and the phantom of a greatsword.
Coming with a bang!

(End of this chapter)