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Chapter 241. The Actor

At this moment, at Chaoyang Base.

As dawn broke and the sky began to lighten, the air was still damp with the night dew.

Zuo Siquan knelt on one knee on the cold ground, the metallic taste of blood churning in her throat making her spit out a mouthful of blood.

Dark red bloodstains spread across the grayish-white ground, like a withered flower.

She coughed violently, each breath feeling like countless sharp blades were churning inside her.

Blood foam spilled from the corner of her mouth, but she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand to wipe it away, and could only let the warm liquid drip down her chin.

Through her blurry vision, she saw a figure standing in mid-air beneath the dawning sky.

She was a girl wearing an orange fisherman's hat, her wide black robe fluttering in the morning breeze.

A ladder to heaven extends from beneath her feet, with flowers blooming on both sides, and several bright yellow birds fluttering around her.

When the girl lowered her head slightly, Zuo Siquan could see the seamless white mask on her face.

The morning light flowed across the smooth surface, refracting a cold, metallic sheen. From behind the mask came a barely audible sigh, sounding like pity, yet also like mockery.

"What...what kind of monster are you...?"

Zuo Siquan asked weakly and incredulously.

The girl in the fisherman's hat didn't speak; her response was the path that stretched across from the Heavenly Staircase.

"Om——"

A massive, fantastical golden ring suddenly unfolded behind Zuo Siquan, its dazzling golden light bursting forth like a blazing sun, fiercely meeting the path that was cutting across.

"boom------"

With a deafening explosion, the golden ring shattered, and countless golden fragments scattered like meteors, dissolving the ever-growing road inch by inch.

But the aftershocks also slammed into Zuo Siquan. She groaned and spat out another mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the back of her trembling hand.

Behind her, a new golden ring was struggling to form, but its light was far less intense than before, like a flickering candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

Zuo Siquan's consciousness is crumbling.

Deep within her mind, only a chaotic paleness remained—pain, numbness, and emptiness.

All her imagination and thoughts had been drained. The overdrawn power of fantasy was now backfiring on her spirit.

"Om..."

"Om..."

The fantasy ring emitted a low hum, and trembling ripples spread outwards, attempting to awaken its owner's collapsing consciousness.

Amidst the tremors, Zuo Siquan struggled to regain a sliver of clarity. She coughed painfully a few times, blood splattering onto her pale lips. Looking up, the figure wearing the orange fisherman's hat still stood motionless in the air, his black robe unmoved in the morning breeze.
"A monster...it really is a monster..."

Zuo Siquan muttered to himself in a barely audible voice.

Last night, the Furong Army suddenly changed course and launched a night attack on the Chaoyang base.

After the War Alliance was taken over by the Dream Pavilion, she was assigned to be stationed at the Chaoyang Base, and naturally she was the first to take the lead in this night raid.

The newly appointed elder girl in the Reinforcements Army, known as "Orange," doesn't even have a proper name, yet she is exceptionally powerful.

Zuo Siquan had only heard of her strength before, but he realized how terrifying she really was after they actually fought.

This person has no name, no face, and no special talents or abilities.

In the first hundred moves of her battle, she saw the figures of countless geniuses from the realm of talent, such as the King of the Underworld, the Lord of the Sky, and the God of Thunder War. She was not afraid; she could handle any of them.

Until a hundred rounds. When the morning light pierced through the clouds, she saw a path adorned with flowers spread out in the brilliant dawn, with fluttering yellow birds chirping as if a nursery rhyme was being sung softly.

—She is imitating the Fool Giant Xie Yan.

At that moment, Zuo Siquan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The Fools, the three leaders of the Chaos faction, have long occupied the top three spots on the leaderboard, creating a chasm-like gap between them and other factions.

Few people can fight against the Fool, especially Xie Yan, who uses a circle-killing style of play.

Her "path" stretched and extended infinitely, and without exception, all those targeted by her "path" died.

Zuo Siquan could only watch helplessly as the road stretched out beneath his feet, his entire being being pulled into the Fool's Space.

Here, flowers bloom in profusion and birds sing joyfully. The opponent's moves are purer than the original, as if Xie Yan's unique playful innocence has been stripped away, leaving only the most essential killing intent.

Countless roads cut across her, trying to embed her in asphalt, her bones and blood shattered in the green belt.

Because he was restricted by the Fool's Space, Zuo Siquan was unable to expand his fantasy realm through the Golden Ring, and was also forbidden from fantasizing about things that did not conform to the "going to school" scenario.

She could only use the Illusionary Golden Ring to directly confront Lu, and each strike severely damaged her energy.

At this point in the duel, Zuo Siquan has completely fallen behind.

She couldn't understand what kind of monster was in front of her, and why it could even imitate the "Fool's" talent.

It's important to understand that those people are idealists; imitating their abilities means imitating their distorted perceptions.

Zuo Siquan had serious doubts about whether the girl in the masked fisherman's hat in front of him was really mentally sound.
"boom------"

In the brief moment she was thinking, the girl in the fisherman's hat on the steps waved again.

In an instant, countless dark paths burst forth from the steps, rushing towards her like living creatures.

The roads writhed and merged in the air, dripping like viscous asphalt, swallowing even the light in their wake.

"Om..."

The remaining power of illusion trembled behind her, but it could no longer coalesce into a solid golden ring.

Zuo Siquan gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to roll to the side.

"Boom!"

The path overhead struck like black lightning, instantly turning the ground into boiling tar. Before she could even catch her breath, a piercing shriek of space tearing apart came from behind her—another path attacked like a venomous snake, shattering her last golden ring.

"cough!"

Blood gushed from her mouth, tracing an arc in the morning light.

Directly ahead, the last path had transformed into a pitch-black spear, piercing straight into her heart.

Is it over?
Just as her eyelashes trembled slightly, preparing to face death—

"Zheng——————"

A clear, melodious sword cry pierced the sky, and the bright sword light poured down like a silver river, severing all the approaching darkness.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the viscous black path evaporated and dissipated like morning dew.

A white-clad figure gracefully descended, carrying the scent of snow falling among the pines.

The Sword Saint stood against the light, the morning breeze lifting her white robes and casting a clear silhouette amidst the mess on the ground.

"I'm late."

Her voice was colder than a sword's edge:
"Can you still hold on?"