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

Chapter 186 seems to be in an exceptionally good mood.

Do you want power?

"It only requires a tiny, insignificant payment."

A gentle, calm voice, even tinged with a hint of pleasure, rang out, like the whisper of a legendary evil god, pointing directly into Jackie Chan's heart.

The god's armor emitted wisps of light, seemingly repelling something, but without a master's targeted control, it appeared to be nothing more than a glowing toy.

Jackie Chan opened his eyes wide, trying to see something through his tears, but the long-suppressed helplessness and self-blame for not being able to protect the weak caused his tears to flow continuously, and all he could see was a tall silhouette.

"who are you?"

He asked, though he could guess some of the answers, since before Bo came out, he was visiting the temple in his hometown with his father, which had not yet been completely submerged.

He still vividly remembers the cloud-like lower body and the hidden murals on the bright red official robe.

But he did not refuse immediately.

He now craves power. If he could truly gain great power to protect the people he wants to protect, he would be willing to pay any price.

The blurry figure bent down and almost gently wiped away the tears on his face.

He finally saw the figure clearly.

How to describe it?
When mortals see an evil god, their first reaction is definitely not fear, but awe!

Then, their minds will involuntarily begin to recall what they fear most, and these things will then appear and disappear in the swirling clouds below the evil god's body.

If you stare at those clouds and mist, then what you fear will inevitably be within them.

Only then will the fear of the evil god outweigh the sense of awe.

This means that their fears have been completely controlled by the evil god, who can use the fear in people's hearts to do whatever they want.

hum~
At that very moment, a rainbow of light shone upon Jackie Chan.

Jackie Chan shuddered, breaking free from the fear, and stared intently at the evil god.

boom!
In the distance, thunder roared and raged, colliding with an aura of justice that began to wrestle against it.

Jackie Chan felt a chill run down his spine. He had witnessed the brutality of the Soviet Union and China before, and he couldn't care less about the evil god's little tricks against him.

Instead, he closed his eyes briefly, as if making a decision, and asked, "What do you want? Your soul?"

The evil god slowly straightened up.

Looking in the direction from which the battle had taken place, he gently shook his head: "The Mirror God only instills fear, not harm."

"Besides, if I wanted a soul, none of Sakura's people would be alive right now."

Jackie Chan paused for a moment, then struggled to raise his hand to wipe away the newly welling tears. He placed the back of his hand on his forehead and said weakly, "What can I give you? I'm good for nothing except my life."

"No, you underestimate yourself."

The evil god spoke with a touch of emotion: "Do you know you have a mission?"

“I know, protect the Saint Seiya.” Jackie Chan replied calmly, as if he knew something.

The fear of the Mirror God, the fire of the Holy Lord, the moon and gravity of the Cursed Blue, the electricity of the Sino-Soviet Union, and the water of Basha.

They are all wielders of power, controlling the elements of nature, or born from certain emotions.

My father also said that he has a power within him, but he hasn't found a way to activate it.

Perhaps he himself is also the wielder of some kind of authority, and now the evil god has set his sights on that authority.
But none of that matters now. All he wants now is for Zhong Su to die, or for the Thunder Demon to go to hell, and to save his father.

For this, he was willing to give up his life, let alone mere power.

"Yes, you represent protection, but originally it was protecting justice, protecting nature, protecting the world, and now it is protecting hope and the future."

The evil god calmly stated, "The Saints are the embodiment of hope and authority, and that Master Chen is the future."

Jackie Chan tilted his head slightly, looking at the man in the crown robes. It was the first time he had ever examined the evil god so closely. "So, what exactly do you want?"

The evil god paused for a moment, then smiled: "Peace."

"Ok?"

Jackie Chan was somewhat surprised. Had he heard correctly? An evil god had come to him seeking peace.
Is this guy insane?
Look, who is responsible for the wars and casualties we see today?
What peace can he bring?
The evil god seemed to know his doubts and calmly began to explain.

"The devil is doomed to perish. This is a situation created by Qin Shi Huang, Lope, and the gods. And after the devil, perhaps our conflict will follow."

"Where there is yin, there is yang. When yin prevails and yang declines, evil diminishes and righteousness flourishes. The balance is always dynamic."

"But the Mirror God doesn't want to rule or kill. If that time really comes, we might be able to coexist, right?"

Boom~
The apocalyptic vision grew ever larger in the distance, but Jackie Chan grew increasingly anxious as he tried to understand the words of the evil god.

For some reason, he suddenly asked, "Did you make those pork pieces that weren't breathing?"

"Yes, but now, the demons have destroyed my farm, and I need to rebuild it."

The evil god made no attempt to hide his intentions and spoke calmly.

Jackie Chan immediately thought of many things: the evil god was deeply entangled with the human regime, but had not caused any substantial casualties.
perhaps
Boom~
The sound of thunder continued.

The evil god spoke very kindly: "Don't worry, Mr. Cheng. I can give you the power you want first. Come back here to find me after you're done with your work, and we can talk in detail."

Jackie Chan was taken aback, and his first thought was what would happen if he obtained great power and then refused to cooperate with the evil god.
But in the eyes of the evil god, which held a faint smile, he rejected the idea.

The Mirror God doesn't need to create bloodshed or rule, but that doesn't mean it can't.
Behind that evil god, countless darknesses were gathering, and it was clearly not something to be trifled with.

"it is good."

When the evil god saw that he had agreed, his smile became even more sincere.

He raised his hand, and a golden sphere appeared. This sphere was about the size of a little finger, and it didn't give people a bad feeling; on the contrary, it made them feel very eager.

"Swallow it, and you will get what you want, including the memories of controlling the artifact, which will help you fight better."

As Jackie Chan listened to the evil god's words, he tremblingly reached out his hand, took the golden seed, and tried to put it in his mouth.
The evil god simply watched with a smile.

After the golden seed was willingly swallowed.

Jackie Chan's body shone with a brilliant seven-colored light, and a powerful gray force, carrying an incomparably heavy will, crashed down.

The immense power allowed him to slowly levitate, his gaze sweeping across the world. Everything was crystal clear in Jackie Chan's eyes, and even the evil god below no longer seemed to be an unseen entity.

At that moment, Jackie Chan felt invincible.

hum~
At this moment, the counterattack of righteousness suddenly arrived.

On the other side of America, a ray of hope soars into the sky.

In the east, the aura of another suit of armor was drawing ever closer, carrying with it violence and sorrow.

Jackie Chan was slightly taken aback, and lowered his eyes to look at the evil god.

The devil is doomed.

The evil god seems to know far more than they do.
Is it a coincidence?

The evil god looked up at the guardian, nodded slightly, and turned to walk away step by step.

"When you come back, you will find me."

He stared at the evil god's back for a while, then abandoned some ridiculous ideas.

Turn around and walk away.

The evil god paused briefly, then his figure flickered as he traversed the destroyed city, seemingly in an exceptionally good mood.