Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 208 Desperate Situation in the Rainy Night
Just then, there was a knocking sound coming from the car door.

Chu Zihang couldn't help but look out the window: "Who's outside? Traffic police?"

A shadow appeared outside the car window, making Chu Zihang subconsciously think that someone was outside. Before he could see clearly, Wang Ye suddenly opened his eyes and pulled Chu Zihang back.

The next moment, the shadows became clear under the light of the lightning outside. They were skeletal masks with several golden-red eyes, and beneath the masks were twisted humanoid bodies floating in the air.

These monsters have surrounded and enveloped the vehicle, like food on a plate or in a bowl, eagerly awaiting their devouring.

"what is this?"

Chu Zihang was terrified, and then his eyes involuntarily shone with a golden light. He clutched his head in great pain and curled up in his seat.

Wang Ye calmly said, "Don't be afraid, these are just dead servants, and what you are experiencing now is spiritual vision. Your bloodline is being activated."

Chu Tianjiao frowned, looked at Wang Ye in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and said with certainty, "You are also a mixed-race!"

Wang didn't answer immediately, but looked at the Deadpool outside and said, "It seems we're being watched."

"Don't worry, they can't do anything to us."

Chu Tianjiao's expression turned serious, and he floored the accelerator, instantly increasing the car's speed. But those things continued to relentlessly pursue him like a persistent leech, and their numbers only increased.

A moment later, Chu Zihang's expression finally stopped showing pain, and his spiritual vision ended.

"Son, welcome to the real world."

"The real... world?"

Chu Zihang murmured.

"No matter what you see later, don't tell anyone, because no one will believe you; they'll think you're crazy."

"Actually, I'd be happier living in an unreal world, so I always thought it best if you didn't understand all this for a while. I always wanted to stay away from you so I wouldn't drag you into this, but after receiving your text today, I couldn't resist picking you up."

"Okay, it's not a big deal. If a father wants to establish a personal image in his son's heart, he has to be a bit more manly. I've never had the chance before."

Chu Tianjiao licked his lips: "Are these guys going to give me a stage to show off? Not bad!"

Chu Tianjiao reached into the car door and pulled out a slender samurai sword.

"The Sacred Sword, Murasame, the legendary demon sword. Have you ever heard of it? The original has been destroyed. This sword is a replica made of recycled metal and has been enshrined in the shrine for ten years."

As he spoke, Chu Tianjiao held the knife by the hilt and thrust it through the car door, leaving most of the blade exposed outside the vehicle.

Using the vehicle's extreme speed to propel the blades, turning them into weapons, the Deadpools crashed into the vehicle's "fangs" and were instantly cut in half.

The almost black Deadpool dragon blood fell on the car, corroding it like sulfuric acid, making a sizzling sound, before being washed clean again by the torrential rain.

Deadpool's mangled remains were crushed by the wheels, and the three-ton Maybach, now like a rampaging monster, revealed its murderous intent under Chu Tianjiao's dazzling driving skills.

Suddenly, Chu Tianjiao slammed on the brakes!

The Maybach screeched to a halt in the middle of the deserted, rain-soaked road.

Directly ahead, deep within the rain, a massive black shadow, clad in dark armor and riding an eight-legged celestial horse, stood like a demon god at the end of the road.

His single eye burned with a cold, golden flame, piercing through the heavy rain curtain and locking onto the tiny car.

Endless raindrops seemed to form a giant cloak behind Him, His divine might as a prison. Chu Zihang's breath caught in his throat, his golden eyes flashed uncontrollably, and intense fear and a strange tremor gripped him, as if the blood in his body had frozen instantly.

"what is that?"

Chu Tianjiao gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. He didn't answer Chu Zihang's question, but instead abruptly shifted into reverse and slammed the accelerator to the floor!

The Maybach roared, its tires spinning and skidding on the wet road before it hurtled wildly backward!

"Sit tight!"

Chu Tianjiao's voice was hoarse, completely devoid of its previous flattery and slickness, leaving only a cold, hard, and urgent quality, as if tempered by fire.

However, behind them, the rain churned, and countless twisted, pale figures slowly emerged, like ghosts crawling out of hell, silently blocking any escape route. Their eyes gleamed with greedy golden light, weaving a web of death in the downpour.

First came Odin, then came the Deadpool.

Beyond the railings on both sides lies a bottomless void filled with swirling gray mist.

They were completely trapped on this overpass that had suddenly become incredibly bizarre.

This is an even more bizarre and desperate situation than in the original story.

Chu Zihang's golden eyes burned fiercely, and his dragon blood instinctively boiled under fear and oppression. He suddenly looked at the man beside him, the "father" he had always looked down upon.

"Stay in the car. This car can be started by voice. When I say 'run,' you can leave immediately."

Chu Tianjiao's voice had completely changed.

He carried the suitcase bearing the Kassel College logo, shoved open the car door, and torrential rain poured into the vehicle. He turned and gave Chu Zihang a deep look, then gave him an extremely complex smile—a smile that contained apology, resolve, and a hint of deep-seated reluctance.

After closing the car door, a golden light suddenly burst forth from the depths of his eyes. It was not the fiercely burning yet immature flame like Chu Zihang's, but a calm, vast, and molten sea of ​​gold.

Then, holding the village rain in his hand, he resolutely rushed into the torrential rain that connected death and myth, heading towards that invincible god.

Chu Zihang instinctively wanted to rush out, but was pressed back into his seat by a gentle yet irresistible force.

He turned around abruptly and saw Wang Ye's eyes in the back seat, which always carried a hint of laziness and a smile. At this moment, they were as bright as molten gold, calm and deep to the point of being terrifying. There was no fear or surprise in them, only a kind of all-knowing indifference.

"Don't worry, Chu Zihang."

Wang Ye's voice was steady and calm, even carrying his usual lazy tone, yet it strangely pierced through the torrential rain and the faint sounds of metal clashing and thunder in the distance.

"Going out now will only distract your dad and won't do any good."

Chu Zihang stared at Wang Ye in shock. He looked into Wang Ye's eyes and saw those bright, golden eyes that were just like his father's. For a moment, he was speechless.

Who exactly is this transfer student?!
Wang Ye's gaze passed over Chu Zihang, looking towards the mythical battlefield outside the car, his tone calm as if he were commenting on a movie unrelated to himself:

"Watch closely. There are some battles you cannot participate in right now."

Outside the car, Chu Tianjiao's figure appeared exceptionally lonely in the rain.

The next moment, Chu Zihang opened the car door.

(End of this chapter)