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Chapter 363. Chuunibyou and Peace (Two-in-One)

Meanwhile, in the dungeon of Black Eye Pharmaceuticals.

In the deepest part of the cell, a boy slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were dark blue, like the deep sea. He wore a blue and white high school tracksuit with two stripes on the sides, and the white short-sleeved shirt underneath was already a bit gray and even wrinkled.

He sat cross-legged on the cold ground, suddenly raised his right hand, covered his eyes with his palm, and then, with an extremely stylish pose, smiled wickedly:

"Ten years of drinking ice cannot cool my burning passion... Born into a chaotic world, it is finally my turn to save the world..."

"Big brother!"

Before the boy could finish speaking, a small head peeked out from the window of the cell next to him.

It was a soft, chubby little girl with big, clear eyes like black grapes. She asked excitedly:
"Is big brother going to save the world? Can I come with him?!"

"Uh……"

The cringeworthy quote he was about to utter was cut off midway through his speech. Like a punctured balloon, the boy deflated instantly, and his previous arrogant and wicked demeanor vanished without a trace.

Somewhat embarrassed, he raised his hand to scratch his unruly black hair, and took a few steps to the iron window separating the two cells.

Through the iron bars, he looked helplessly at the little girl next door whose face was flushed with excitement, but a indulgent smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

He cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and spoke in what he thought was a very chivalrous tone:

"Alright... This hero is going to save the world, Your Highness, would you be willing to embark on this perilous journey with me?"

"Great!"

The little girl's eyes instantly seemed to be filled with a thousand stars, shining incredibly brightly.

She nodded her little head vigorously, gripped the iron bars with both hands, and let out a small but incredibly enthusiastic cheer.

"At this time—"

The boy in the school uniform looked at her with a gentle, persuasive gaze, a hint of barely perceptible expectation in his eyes.

"What should you say? You mean that... 'blessing ceremony' before departure?"

The little girl immediately understood, and suddenly raised her chubby little fist, shouting in a clear and determined voice, in perfect unison:

"Brother Lin Shen is a superman! He's light! He's electricity! He's a legend!"

“Buzz——————————”

A brilliant yet gentle light emanated from his body, enveloping him in a hazy glow. Crackling blue and white electric sparks appeared out of nowhere, like playful sprites, twining around his arms, hair, and even leaping and flashing in the air around him.

Lin Shen looked at his hands.

There, countless tiny electric snakes were frolicking and splashing, emitting faint, thrilling crackling sounds.

An unprecedented sense of power, as if he could control thunder, gathered in his palm.

He slowly clenched his fist, and lightning crackled between his fingers, illuminating the rekindled flame in his dark blue eyes.

There are three giants in the world of fools today: two subjective idealists and one objective idealist.

The first two are familiar to the world: the girl on the dark asphalt road to school and the name of Christine the Great are world-renowned. But the last one is little known to the world.

The reason is simple: because his power comes from objective idealism, he has lost some initiative and needs others to help distort his cognition in order to gain power.

Therefore, he lacked mobility in terms of strength, and unfortunately, he was captured during the siege of the Fools several years ago and has been imprisoned in the lowest dungeon of the mental hospital ever since.

Now that the ground is shaking and making noises, it is clearly a good time for the third leader of the Fools to take advantage of the situation and come out of seclusion.

"Crack-!"

As gravel and dust flew, Lin Shen's fist, crackling with electric arcs, forcefully cleaved through the wall separating the two cells.

This wall should have been protected by an invisible energy barrier, but at this moment, that barrier is as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

Clearly, the external shocks have paralyzed Black Eye Pharmaceuticals' imprisonment system.

As the dust settled, Lin Shen finally saw the entire view of the cell next door—this was the first time in all his years of imprisonment that he had witnessed the true plight of the little girl next door.

This person's cell was more spacious than his, but the walls and floor were engraved with more complex and dark imprisoning runes, and the air was filled with the cold aura of powerful energy sealing. The little girl's hands and feet were bound by heavy shackles that gleamed with the cold light of metal.

Lin Shen was deeply shocked. He couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying power this soft-spoken girl possessed that made Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals so wary of her than of him, the Foolish Giant.

You know, even though he was locked up in the dungeon, Black Eye Pharmaceuticals didn't put him in shackles—wasn't that a clear sign of looking down on him?
Lin Shen had vaguely sensed that the security measures next door seemed to far exceed those of his own. At that time, he was on high alert, thinking that what kind of world-destroying demon was being held next to him.

But as they spent time together day after day, the girl's soft and cute face peeking out of the window every day, and the way she would secretly break off a portion of her obviously more elaborate and plentiful meal and carefully stuff it into his hands, had already melted away all his wariness.

Her presence was like the only light in this dark dungeon.

For Lin Shen, a boy who grew up in the wilderness and was all alone, every bite of delicious food passed through the iron bars of his window was not just about filling his stomach, but also about the warmth he had never experienced before.

He often wolfed down his food while his nose stung with tears, thinking that the care his so-called second parents gave him was probably nothing more than this.

"Crack! Click!"

With a few swift and decisive strikes, the shackles, now devoid of energy, shattered instantly.

Lin Shen squatted down and steadily carried the little girl, who had regained her freedom, on his back.

The girl was as light as a feather, yet she made him feel an unprecedented sense of responsibility and strength.

He took a deep breath, pointed towards the roar and commotion outside the cell, stretched out one hand, and with the excitement and triumph of breaking free from his cage, shouted with joy:

"Your Highness! Buckle up! Let's go conquer the world together!"

"Great!"

The little girl on his back responded excitedly, her two little hands tightly wrapped around his neck, her silvery cheers echoing in the dungeon passage, dispelling the last trace of gloom.

The boy's body crackled with electricity again as he strode forward toward the freedom and future that belonged to him.

"boom----!"

Lin Shen, carrying the little girl on his back, punched open the last heavy iron door of the dungeon.

The long-awaited sunlight and noise rushed in, but the scene before him made his heart tighten.

Outside the door was an apocalyptic scene—the earth was like a boiling swamp, surging and bulging wildly.

Mountains were tearing and rising from the earth at a visible speed, and countless boulders of earth and stone were pouring down like waterfalls toward the narrow exit, about to completely bury the dungeon entrance.

"Hold on tight!" Lin Shen's eyes sharpened, and his body crackled with electricity as he prepared to withstand the devastating impact.

Just as he was gathering his strength, he felt the little girl on his back move slightly.

She released her arms from his neck, straightened her small body against his back, and calmly spread her arms in front of the overwhelming torrent of crashing boulders.

A childlike yet clear voice rang out peacefully amidst the deafening roar that shattered the heavens and earth:
"On this auspicious day, at the time of the year's feast, and when... the world is at peace—"

Lin Shen suddenly looked up, his eyes widening in disbelief.

A miracle unfolded before his eyes.

The sound seemed to contain supreme power. The earth and rocks that first touched this invisible force began to undergo an incredible transformation in their fall—the hard edges became soft, the grayish-brown texture turned into pure white, and in just one breath, the huge clod of earth transformed into countless light, white feathers.

"Cuckoo-"

The ethereal and peaceful cooing of pigeons, as if coming from the heavens, replaced the deafening roar.

Not only the initial clods of earth, but also the thousands of boulders that followed, raining down like raindrops, were instantly deconstructed and reassembled, transforming into doves of peace taking flight.

In the blink of an eye, the devastated earthen waterfall transformed into a magnificent and sacred white torrent.

Thousands upon thousands of pigeons spread their snow-white wings and uttered clear, melodious cries, soaring into the sky like a waterfall flowing against the current, eventually turning into specks of light in the wind and dissipating into the horizon.

Lin Shen carried the little girl on his back and plunged into a soft rain of slowly falling feathers.

The pure white feathers, like gentle snowflakes, lightly brushed against his cheeks and arms, carrying a warmth like sunshine.

He stood frozen in place, slowly turning his head to look at the little girl on his back who had withdrawn her small hand and was now obediently hugging his neck again, as if she had just done something insignificant.

A name that had long resounded throughout the continent and represented the ultimate miracle exploded in his mind like a thunderclap.

His voice was filled with extreme shock:
"You...you are..."

"Lord 'Peace' of the Dreamer Rank?"

……

"Swish swish————"

"Whizzing--"

"boom------"

On the mountaintop, the Fools are locked in a fierce battle with countless threads of truth transformed into black silk. The earth wriths and howls like a agonizing beast, as mountains burst forth, tearing the original landscape to shreds.

In the sky, countless flying swords, like a startled swarm of bees, pierced the air with sharp whistles, intertwining with the sounds of boulders cracking and energy explosions.

In this perilous and devastating landscape, Lin Shen carried that small figure on his back, struggling to traverse the ruins of the mountains and the ever-rising new terrain.

Ever since he learned the shocking identity of the girl on his back, he has become extra careful in every move. What used to be a childish outburst of "Your Highness" has now become an undeniable fact—it is the ultimate fantasy that only exists in legends, and it is indeed something he must protect with his life.

Compared to this weighty power that symbolizes order and hope, Lin Shen even felt that his previous resentment towards Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals for looking down on people had disappeared.

"Wow..."

The girl waved her hand gently behind him, and her power was activated silently. Several boulders that were hurtling toward them quietly crumbled in mid-air, turning into a soft feather that drifted away in the wind.

As for those seemingly chaotic flying swords, Lin Shen was initially on high alert, but he soon discovered the pattern.

These flying swords did not fly blindly; they seemed to possess a spirit, precisely weaving and intertwining around the panicked crowd. Their purpose was not to kill, but to use the sharp sword wind to shatter falling dangers in advance.

Some strong individuals would seize the opportunity to leap up and grab the sword hilt, and the flying sword would carry them, transforming into a streak of light and flying towards a safe haven.

"Hurry up!"

Lin Shen spotted an alloy sword flying low overhead, and with lightning speed, grabbed the hilt while using his other hand to hold the little girl even tighter in his arms.

"Om——"

The flying sword emitted a clear, melodious hum, carrying the two of them as it sliced ​​through the chaotic air and instantly swept across the ruined streets.

With a few leaps and bounds, the flying sword came to a steady stop in front of a gold shop with a slightly crooked sign.

Above the shop entrance, the brightly colored, vibrant dopamine-inspired clown hat logo of the Fool Society stands spotless amidst the surrounding ruins, demonstrating that this place is indeed a safe haven in the midst of chaos.

"Move in, everyone move in! Don't push, we'll be distributing food and water soon!"

At the entrance of the gold shop, a tall girl holding a long stick was efficiently maintaining order.

When she caught sight of Lin Shen's face, she paused noticeably, then burst into hearty laughter, giving him a light but firm tap on the shoulder with a stick:

"The tycoon Lin is out. The Emperor said before that she could rescue you from the dungeon by turning over the land, which would save her the trouble of going there again."

Lin Shen forced a smile, giving an awkward yet polite one:
"Well, she really knows how to save trouble."

As he spoke, he carefully put the little girl down from his back, led her to her, and his expression became more serious:

"Lord Dog Chasing Immortal, this is He Ping. Please ensure her safety. I must go help Christine and Xie Yan."

Yi Zhiqiong was startled by these words, instinctively grabbing the little girl's hand. His gaze swept back and forth between Lin Shen and the girl with suspicion, and he blurted out:
"Aren't you an objectivist fool? You think you can manage by yourself? Don't you need to lend a hand?"

The boy in the school uniform chuckled, a hint of roguish confidence spreading across his face:
"No need. You should look at someone with new eyes after three days of separation—you've leveled up now, buddy!"

As he spoke, he lifted his oversized school uniform jacket, revealing a strangely shaped belt around his waist—it was clearly modeled after a transformation device, but instead of a gem or badge, it had an old portable radio embedded in the center.

Before Yi Zhiqiong could react, Lin Shen had already struck an extremely exaggerated, chuunibyou-esque transformation pose, and then, under Yi Zhiqiong's indescribable gaze, forcefully pressed the conspicuous red button on the radio.

"The forest is deep! Number one in the world!"

"Deep forest, deep forest! Unstoppable!"

In an instant, a series of shouts, slightly noisy in quality but with a strong rhythm, came out of the tape recorder and played on a loop.

Amidst this catchy and addictive background music, a powerful energy surge suddenly exploded outwards from Lin Shen, causing his school uniform to flutter wildly in the air.

Yi Zhiqiong was so overwhelmed by the combined effect of the light and sound that he couldn't help but gasp, his lips twitching slightly as he sincerely commented:

"Six."

Subjective idealist fool: He believes that whatever his own strength is, that is his strength.

The objective idealist fool believes that whatever others perceive a person's strength to be, that is their strength.

The update will be a little later today because the author has something urgent to attend to and needs to go out for a while.