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

Chapter 88 Breaking Free from the Concept of 'Scholar'

The young man, though pale-faced, possessed a certain air of authority. The gold-trimmed red official robe he wore bore the marks of flames that danced along with the gold trim.

On the bright red official robe, golden embroidery revealed the traces of galloping horses. Not far from the outlines of men and horses, a pair of scarlet pupils and sharp gold teeth formed a terrifying race.

Above this race, the outline of a pair of eagle wings is connected by two strokes.

Beneath the wings of those eagles, water rippled, and in the faint spread of the water, heads that looked like giant dragons, yet appeared exceptionally small, cautiously gazed at the outside world.

This was a sudden, overwhelming surge of fear, a transformation of the crimson official robe.

The crown on the god's head also changed, seemingly revealing the concept of 'shi' (士, a type of scholar).

At the top of the crown, phantom images begin to extend forward and backward, and some illusions of crown tassels appear. On each of the jet-black beads, the topmost three beads are faintly solidified, giving a feeling of darkness and profundity.

Throughout the entire forest, the strange phenomenon was suppressed, as an unparalleled will prevented it from taking shape.

But it couldn't suppress the overall sense of gloom in Los Angeles.

People looked up, but seeing the clear weather, they were still a little confused.

Not understanding what had happened, they all went about their own business.

This oppressive and dull feeling didn't last long, about half an hour.

The air was filled with the coolness of late autumn, mixed with a hint of early winter chill.

"Whoo~"

Lin Luo slowly opened his eyes, and a faint gold appeared in his scarlet gaze, as if an aura of majesty had emerged from the endless blood.

He turned his head slightly, and the illusory crown in front of him swayed gently, but it did not obstruct his view.

Lin Luo smiled; finally, it was no longer just pure fear of humans.

His strength should now be 16000 based on the initial values.

Don't be fooled by the fact that so much effort was put in but the price didn't increase much.

That's because Lin Luo's current base, or rather, his fundamental base, is still the human race. This only represents the strength of the human race's god of fear.

If this value of 16,000 is exhausted in a battle against a powerful enemy, then a value of 2,000 will take its place. This is a fear god that complements the human race but is somewhat different.

Once the power of two thousand is exhausted, then a thousand, or even five hundred, or a hundred more powers will emerge to support the God of Fear from falling.

This is the process from wholeness to division.

He is now the god of fear for humans, and can also be the god of fear for lizardmen, centaurs, vampires, and even catmen.

Lin Luo focused his attention on the crown, which had twelve tassels in total, each with twelve jet-black beads.

There are a total of 144, and three of them are currently in a semi-solid state.

A thought inexplicably arose in Lin Luo's mind: when the golden patterns on his robes began to appear chaotic and the beads on his crown solidified, he would undergo a tremendous transformation.
After this idea came to mind, Lin Luo's eyes relaxed completely. The path was clear, and the planning over the past ten months had not been in vain.

At the same time, Lin Luo also gained a general understanding of the conditions required for these beads to solidify.

Absorb fear, absorb a lot of chaotic fear.

Based on the fear of humanity, and with these three fear beads as the core, the other beads are manipulated.

The moment when preparations for the final evolution of divinity are completed, and the chaos is finally brought to a close, is also the moment of coronation.

At that point, humanity will only be a part of his fear, rather than him being a part of humanity's fear.

Lin Luo was in a great mood.

Now, as long as he doesn't recklessly devour the three Mirror Gods and undergo a terrifying transformation into a god of fear, he believes that with time, he can eventually become a true god of fear.

He drifted forward, and when he reappeared, he had arrived at the English Rattlesnake's alchemy base.

【fear?】

As soon as Lin Luo appeared, scarlet text appeared on the screen, but after a brief period of scarlet, the text quickly turned back to black.

And keep typing, "You've become fearful; I almost didn't recognize you."

Lin Luo paused for a moment, the slight smile on his face disappeared, and he became expressionless, which, combined with his slightly changed facial features, made him look even more dazed.

It looked exceptionally dignified and solemn.

"Was this base about to explode?"

Lin Luo asked, his tone somewhat complicated, as if he didn't know what to do.

No, you're overthinking it.

snort~
Not far away, an alchemical inscription crumbled, and a faint smell of gunpowder emanated from it.

"Ahem, congratulations, Fear! Your transformation into a god has limitless potential. Once you successfully transform, you will be one of the top demon wizards, only slightly below the angels Justice and Shadow."

The old butler's voice rang out.

He abruptly changed the subject and stuffed the alchemical inscription he had just created into the void, repairing the minor problem of the alchemical array being disrupted due to the forbidden self-destruct device forcibly stopping.

"I think you could write a book."

"Oh?"

"His name is 'Living'."

"Hasn't someone already written this book? I've read it, and it's quite well-written," Ouroboros said with a smile.

"No, his can be hailed as a literary masterpiece, while yours can be deified."

The ouroboros seemed thoughtful: "I'll talk about it when I feel safe."

As he spoke, a hint of relaxation appeared in his eyes; it seemed that his earlier attempt to destroy himself and erase all traces of cause and effect had passed.

A hint of ingratiation appeared on his face as he cautiously asked, "I've given you everything, when shall we begin?"

"I came here specifically to ask this question. When do you think would be a good time to start?" Lin Luo countered. After all, the advice from the Ouroboros was safe enough, and he didn't want anything unexpected to happen with the goblins.

There are too many unexpected factors in the world now.

"Monday morning at 10:00 AM."

"Huh? Why?"

"First of all, Saint Seiya has to go to school on Mondays, and that old man was also planning to perform a breakthrough ceremony for the principal of Dawn Academy that day. The hero also had an archaeological mission at that time. The capital city... well, we haven't been able to determine its exact location yet. The Winged Clan just disappeared from Mount Everest, and their whereabouts are also unknown."

He raised his hand, and two images appeared in a disaster reconstruction site.

In one scene, a burly man wearing a gold and red mask is helping to clear some heavy objects.

In another scene, a beautiful woman with brown skin is communicating with some disaster relief organizations, looking calm and confident.

"These two fighters are still in England; we need to wait for them to leave."

Lin Luo was somewhat surprised: "How many people's movements are you monitoring?"

"Not much. Human power has given me many privileges, but this is all the surveillance I can do."

Ouroboros spoke, his eyes filled with anxiety.

"Currently, the summoning begins at 10 a.m. in England on Monday. Assuming the goblins actually come, the success rate should be around 97.53%. We still have a high chance of failing, but this is already the limit."

The ouroboros began pacing back and forth, its eyes filled with solemnity.

Lin Luo ignored him and turned to leave, saying, "I'll come back on Monday."

As Lin Luo disappeared, the Ouroboros muttered, "Sigh, the success rate has dropped by another 1%. What if Fear gets beaten to death outside, and then someone searches my memories and captures me in three days?"

Muttering to himself, he glanced at the screen: "No, we need to keep them busier. Jackie Chan needs more commissions, and the old mage needs more customers too. Bull Warrior."
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three days later.

Nothing has happened these past few days.

Meanwhile, both the little snake and the bull warrior took a plane to America in the past two days, supposedly to steal the Pink Lion Gem.

The Bull Warrior suddenly faced two more challenges, including an exhibition match against Steve, who had previously defeated the Bull Warrior.

So even if the Bull Warrior wanted to stay a little longer to help, after learning this news, he wished he could carry the plane back overnight.

And this morning.

Stonehenge began to tremble continuously.

The massive Stonehenge slowly sank into the ground.

The staff guarding Stonehenge watched this scene with blank expressions, but a hint of fanaticism slowly crept into their eyes.

Below Stonehenge.

A young man with black hair was standing on a high podium, assigning tasks.

Hundreds of mages dressed in loose blue and white robes listened to the lecture below, constantly adjusting their positions as the young man directed them.

As the massive Stonehenge slowly sank into the ground.

The emotions in these people's eyes were instantly ignited, and they all stared at Stonehenge with fervor.

By the time Stonehenge had completely collapsed, the frenzy had reached its peak.

Lin Luo stood on the podium, his gaze falling on a magician standing in the left corner who was completely invisible.

After the two looked at each other, the magician nodded slightly.

Lin Luo then turned his head to look at the cattle and horses that were looking around in the right corner. A hint of majesty flashed in his eyes, and the cattle and horses stood obediently in place.

After sensing Zhang Gui and Tian Xin lying in ambush outside, Lin Luo made the final proofreading.

As the mages frantically moved to their designated locations...

Lin Luo shouted loudly, "Very good, you have all done very well. Now, let us usher in the Dark Age, in which chaos and slaughter will become the mainstream, deformed technology will be destroyed, and magic will once again circulate on this continent."

"Power, immortality, strength, fresh air, abundant magic—all of this will be restored in our hands."

"Let us begin the final ceremony and personally usher in that wonderful era of our dreams."

"Now, channel your magic, unleash your fervor, and let the sacred ritual take place."

"Let's start with London! Back to darkness."

"Cleanse the technology! Return to darkness!"

"Cleanse the technology! Return to darkness!"

"Cleanse the technology! Return to darkness!"

The unified and incredibly enthusiastic voices made the entire underground palace tremble slightly.

The mages all placed their hands in front of their chests, forming a claw-like shape.

Hundreds of magicians spoke at the same time, creating an exceptionally grand sound, as if it were a single person's incantation.

At that very moment, countless incredibly pure soul crystals shattered and entered the stone pillars of Stonehenge.

In that instant, the wind and clouds changed color.

The inhabitants of England looked up in near despair.

Seeing the dark clouds rapidly swirling around the Stonehenge and growing ever thicker, everyone put down what they were doing.

Car accidents, screams, and breakdowns and outbursts began to spread.

All messages intended to be reported were suppressed.

Those high-ranking officials who denied the need for help or blocked the news gradually revealed fanaticism in their eyes as they looked at the golden badges in their hands.

(End of this chapter)