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

Chapter 205 The Seventh Door
Back at the antique shop.

The girl concealed the complexity in her eyes and pushed open the door to enter.

At this time of year, antique shops are unlikely to have any business, but since Tru wanted to hang a sign saying "Open for Business" on the door, she wouldn't refuse.

At least, judging from the members of District 13 scattered throughout the streets.

Even if there are rioters or uprisings, they wouldn't affect an antique shop, would they?

I greeted Tru.

Xiaoyu went upstairs and entered her father's room.

Jackie Chan is no longer there; he's most likely gone to District 13.

There is a better environment and more professional equipment there to assist Jackie Chan's training.

Before the demon appeared, Jackie Chan probably trained until he was exhausted every day.

As for work.

America knows who is in charge of solving problems.

Even though Dad didn't want to accept gifts with ulterior motives, there were still many special gifts.

For example, internal employees buying antiques, or special privileges in District 13.

Arriving at the bedside, Xiaoyu looked at her sleeping father, whose face was lined with many more wrinkles than before the battle.

Clearly, this Sino-Soviet conflict has cost Tru, Jackie Chan, and Uncle a significant amount of their lifespan.

Even Jackie Chan and Trudeau are at least fifteen years old, and although they are clearly in their twenties or thirties, they look like they are in their forties or fifties.

As for her father, Xiaoyu couldn't see through him and didn't want to speculate; perhaps the wrinkles were just an illusion.
Thinking about it, Xiaoyu asked, "Do you need to rest?"

No need. Fear doesn't grant much power, nor do we need to expend much. It's just that the special nature of manifestation and the power of miracles makes it difficult for other powers to intervene.

Xiaoyu nodded, gently pried open her father's mouth, and stuffed the golden seed inside.

hum~
A golden divine power of fear erupted, and in an instant, the entire antique shop was enveloped in the radiance of justice, attempting to suppress the power of fear.

Xiaoyu raised her hand, and a rune flew out, directly shutting down the defensive magic in her father's antique shop.

She gazed intently at the materialized power of fear, and a milky white light gradually emerged in her eyes.

She could clearly see the changes in her father's body.

After entering through the Seed of Fear, an incredible force is changing Old Man's body. This force seems to be able to turn the power of fantasy into reality, much like a miracle.

Overall, it is less powerful than a miracle, but its quantity is much greater.

In addition, there is the power of life within it.

The turmoil in the old man's body was quickly erased by this power, and the old man's soul gradually stabilized in this power.

This power gradually permeated the old man's body, seemingly repairing something fundamental.

It's that life force!

Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment.

There is no force that can stop life or repair the unnatural loss of lifespan.

The wrinkles on my father's face have visibly decreased, and he looks younger, no longer showing signs of old age.

【Xiaoyu!】

A serious voice echoed in my mind.

Xiaoyu raised her hand, and the milky white light merged into the gold, just as snow met fire, and the fearful gold quickly melted away in the white.

In an instant, white covered half of the old man's body and spread rapidly throughout his entire body.

Just as the power of miracles was about to completely and utterly destroy the power of manifestation.

A crimson crown appeared within the old man's body, enveloping him in white light before vanishing instantly.

Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, but seeing that her father's injuries had stabilized, she didn't pay attention to what had just happened.

It's only natural that something given by an evil god would be problematic; she'd be surprised if it wasn't.

But then, something occurred to her. She stood up, walked outside, and raised her hand the instant she stepped out the door.

The runes for closing Daddy's Antique Shop have been retrieved.

She also appeared in District 13.

"Ok?"

Jackie Chan, who was lifting a thirteen-ton barbell, noticed Jade. The protective power within him erupted, and the barbell slowly became lighter until Jackie Chan put it down with one hand.

"Hoo hoo~ Xiaoyu, what's wrong?"

A milky white light appeared in Xiaoyu's eyes as she looked at Jackie Chan.

really
“Uncle Jackie, you have the power of the Mirror God within you, but…” Jade frowned more and more as she looked at him, then stopped talking. Jackie Chan was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself, “As expected,” and then asked in a slightly nervous tone, “But what?”

Xiaoyu paused for a moment before saying, "This power is like a channel; only with it can you mobilize the protective power. It also enhances your physical potential. If you expel it, you will be unable to..."

“Then there’s no need to expel him.” Jackie Chan said decisively, “We are now in a cooperative relationship with the Mirror God, so there is no danger for the time being. If you can eliminate him, then wait until Dad wakes up and he figures out how to let me control the power of authority before eliminating him.”

He had had enough of that feeling of powerlessness and would never give up his power. He didn't think there would be any problems before he became an enemy of the evil god.

Xiaoyu nodded, then turned and left with a worried expression.

Is it a divine power that cannot be refused?
'Can we miraculously replicate that passage?'

No. The two are similar, but miracles are more idealistic and cannot be used in this way.

'Why'

Xiaoyu looked at the sky, which was somewhat gloomy. Although it was November, there was still a faint warmth in the air.

That was the heat generated by the Sino-Soviet conflict, followed by rain that produced a large amount of hot water vapor. This water vapor accumulated and is now beginning to disperse, but the hot air currents have made this winter unusually hot.
I hope that one day we will truly enter a period of peace.
the other side.

A golden radiance, tinged with a milky white glow, pierced through the scorching heat of Los Angeles and hovered before the evil god.

"Miracle."

Lin Luo calmly looked at the power before him, raised his hand, and drops of golden blood, crackling with electric arcs, entered the light of miracle and manifestation.

At this moment, gold and white were tinged with wisps of electric arcs.

A hint of relief appeared in Lin Luo's eyes. Since he couldn't parasitize, he had to exchange it for something of value, such as the lightning powers that had been scattered between China and the Soviet Union!

I looked up at the sky.

As the electric arc appeared, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly changed, with golden arcs of electricity leaping within the previously calm clouds.

A chilling aura was faintly visible.

The evil god's power suddenly increased, and the clouds in the sky gradually thickened.

As the evil god, imbued with this special power, soared into the sky.

boom!
The weather over Los Angeles changed dramatically.

The massive thunderclouds began to slowly rotate.

The high-temperature steam, carrying heat energy, rises into the sky, quickly transforming into cumulonimbus clouds within thunderclouds, and eventually turning into water droplets that fall in a torrent.

The thunder roared incessantly.

Within the thunderclouds.

Lin Luo held the monarch's blood droplet, which was full of miracles and manifestations, in one hand.

Boom boom boom.
Powerful lightning began to strike the evil god relentlessly.

The intensely hot energy surged through his body, yet it couldn't harm the evil god in the slightest. Instead, it added strands of golden lightning patterns to his scarlet crown.

This gave the evil god a somewhat sacred appearance, but the increasingly distorted force field around him added an eerie touch to this sacred power, making it even more terrifying.

The thunder in Los Angeles carried far and wide, and waves of fear rapidly converged from every corner of America.

Everyone feared that another monster might emerge from the thunder.

But clearly, they were lucky this time. The torrential rain dispelled the high temperatures in Los Angeles and allowed the disaster that had engulfed the entire state to begin to dissipate.

By December, the massive machine of America had begun to function again, and order was gradually being restored.

Some rebellions, cults, and terrorist organizations were quickly suppressed.

Shops that had been closed for a long time, and whose closures had even begun to affect people's lives, were reopening one by one, suggesting that the depreciated US dollar still had considerable purchasing power.

Everything started to move in a positive direction.

But there wasn't a single smile on people's faces.

The mage in the antique shop regained his senses and silently began to study the divine armor, the authority, and the magic targeting demons and evil gods.

With the help of the miracle's power to make the impossible possible, the evil god gained some authority over thunder.

The world is in a relatively peaceful but extremely oppressive atmosphere.

Meanwhile, various cults began to emerge in secret. Power was always the best propaganda tool. People worshipped thunder, killing, and demons, but they suppressed it under martial law.

Finally, 01 slowly passed in this oppressive atmosphere.

As the bells rang for the Western New Year, or New Year's Day, a peculiar fluctuation gently stirred this oppressive atmosphere.

That was the aura of the Panku Box, signifying that the seventh gate of hell was about to open.

This also signifies that another upheaval, capable of destroying the existing order, is imminent.

The only saving grace is that ordinary people cannot sense this aura!
This atmosphere is unlikely to cause the already low levels of social repression to rebound completely and lead to riots.
(End of this chapter)