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Chapter 184 Resurrect, My… (The grand finale of the year, an O. Henry-esque ending)

In the center of the crowd, the handsome man suppressed his immense grief, his face solemn and sorrowful, his gaze fixed painfully on the glaring crimson stain in the pool of blood.

As the only cultured person among them, he read the eulogy to the silent crowd in a clear and solemn voice.

"Comrades, today, with profound sorrow and grief, we stand here in solemn silence to deeply mourn the passing of our outstanding senior investigator of Interpol, our respected leader and comrade-in-arms, Comrade Liangzai."

"Comrade Liangzai's life was one of loyalty to duty and pioneering spirit. He upheld the lofty mission of Interpol to safeguard world peace and justice, and always fought on the front lines of combating transnational crime."

"Just as we were about to see the dawn of victory, he was betrayed and ambushed in a despicable way. The green hills weep, the sea sobs. Comrade Liangzai, may you rest in peace! Your spirit will live on forever, illuminating the path for us to move forward!"

Farewell, our beloved leader, Comrade Handsome! May you rest in peace!

After the eulogy was read, the handsome man bowed his head deeply and fired three shots at the deceased with all his might as a sign of respect!
The sounds of mourning echoed around Mo Zhen.

Homiga, clutching the completely destroyed spare electric guitar, staggered and knelt beside Mo Zhen, tears streaming down his face mixed with blood and dust, his voice filled with immense sorrow.

"Director Mo, you are the guiding light in my life. You helped me see the truth, but without your guidance on this stage of reality, how can I continue performing... Director Mo!!!"

Mo Zhen shattered her illusions, yet gave her the courage and direction to face the cruel truth. Now, this guide has fallen at the end of the truth.

Thomson, the strongest rapper in Liyong City, was also slumped on the ground, clutching his dreadlocks and letting out a desperate wail.

"Yo! Yo! Damn! Crazy! This is just too crazy! How could a superstar like you in this chaotic world be killed off after eating a few peanuts from the cops?! Who's going to protect us now?!"

The mournful cries rose and fell, and the entire warehouse seemed to have become Mo Zhen's mourning hall.

"Don't die!!!"

A thunderous shout shattered the heavy grief within the warehouse!

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Gong Ping raised the [Word of Power Staff], a symbol of the authority over life, and his body erupted with an unprecedentedly dazzling golden light!
His eyes were as firm as a rock, he had abandoned all distractions, and only a pure and tragic belief burned brightly in his heart.

Miss Mo Zhen! I would gladly give my life for you, without any regrets! Power of Words, a hundred billion bolts, spin!

As he chanted the incantation "Do not die" briefly and solemnly, a life energy carrying the power of new life flowed along the radiant incantation staff, accompanied by a powerful casting motion, solemnly and sacredly pouring into the cold body on the ground!

His movements were powerful and solemn, as if he were performing an ancient and sublime sacrificial ceremony, and every gesture contained the determination to live in the face of death.

"Uhhh-!!!"

Witnessing this forbidden magic resurrection ritual, the crowd surrounding "Mo Zhen's" body instantly froze in shock!
Gasps of astonishment rose and fell, like countless dying fish struggling on the shore!

Today, they witnessed the transformation of Yellow Peach Can into Superman, the evolution of Twin Guns, the wrath of the Black Emperor, the beast transformation of Officer Growlithe, and the epic battle of swords and guns where the blood of a king must end with the sword...

However, this final act of sacrifice, in the most absurd and incomprehensible way, once again shattered the limits of their understanding!

The mourning hall, once filled with sorrow, was now shrouded in a deathly silence, filled with the shock of eyes popping out of their sockets in terror!
"You...you damned madman! I'm going to kill you—!!!"

After a while, Homiga was the first to break free from the frozen state of her soul, her blue eyes instantly turning red with shock, anger, and overwhelming grief!
She let out a shrill cry like a cuckoo crying blood, grabbed the already twisted and deformed electric guitar, and swung it fiercely at Gong Ping, who was frantically casting spells, as if wielding the warhammer of a vengeful goddess!
boom! boom! boom!
The heavy thud was like striking rotten wood, and guitar fragments scattered in all directions along with the blood and foam that splattered from the back of Gong Ping's head!
However, after undergoing the hellish training in Akroma and being tempered by the electric currents of the Poké Ball, Gongping's vitality has become more resilient than imagined!

His body trembled violently, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, but his eyes remained fixed on the target of the spell, and his movements did not falter in the slightest!

The solemn ceremony, amidst the storm of guitar pounding, somehow conveyed an unshakable sense of martyrdom!
"Homiga! Let me explain! This is all for the sake of reviving Miss Mo Zhen! As long as she can be reborn, I'm willing to burn out my worthless life!"

Gong Ping's voice was hoarse and broken, yet it carried an almost obsessive fervor as he struggled to roar between the heavy guitar strikes.

"NO! Fuck!!! This is insane! Utterly insane! What's wrong with this world?! This is outrageous!!!"

Thomson gripped his dreadlocks tightly with both hands, his eyes bulging, almost spiraling upwards into the sky!

The scene before him was completely beyond what he, as the strongest rapper in Liyong City, could understand and bear!
"No! Wait... Homiga! Stop! Listen... listen to me!!!"

In this chaotic and frenzied moment, the handsome comrade suddenly regained a sliver of his senses from the immense mental shock!
He suppressed the Nth wave of warm, surging urge that was about to spiral out of control in his crotch, and rushed forward, using all his strength to hug the crazed Homiga tightly!
"I...I can understand his feelings! After all, the situation is extremely critical, and we definitely have to save the handsome guy while it's still hot! Too many inexplicable miracles have already happened to Gongping! Considering he just saved everyone...let's...let him give it a try! We'll see what happens!!!"

He was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on Gong Ping's solemn and sacred spellcasting movements, as if he wanted to imprint every sacred moment of the life energy transmission into the deepest part of his soul and treasure it...

As the [Word of Power - Do Not Die] was fully activated, Gongping clearly felt the surging life force within his body flowing away at an unprecedented speed through the [Word of Power Staff]!
The other party's cold body was now like a water pump... no, it was more like a bottomless abyss, a greedy black hole, frantically devouring his life and magic power with terrifying suction!
The life and energy he poured into it were utterly insignificant in the face of death!
"Not enough! Not enough! Still not enough! Then... burn! My life! My soul! My... everything!!!"

Gong Ping let out a silent roar from the depths of his soul!

All fear and hesitation were utterly crushed by this fervent dedication!
His eyes were bloodshot as he unleashed the power of his words to the fullest extent, shouting with the last of his strength.

"Eek!!! Don't die! ...

This cry, containing the ultimate mystery of the laws of life, is like a divine oracle at the beginning of creation, resounding throughout the entire space!

A miracle finally occurred amidst the ultimate sacrifice!

Om-!
A faint yet incredibly clear pulse vibration traveled clearly from the [Word of Power Staff] back into Gong Ping's hand!

Then came the second, the third... getting stronger and faster!

The chest of that cold body began to rise and fall slightly!

"He's alive...he's really alive!!"

Gong Ping was instantly overwhelmed with tears, a wave of overwhelming joy washing over him!
He exhausted his last bit of life and consciousness, using all his strength to shout out that classic line that resounded throughout the heavens, symbolizing hope and rebirth.

"Rise again!!! My..."

Before the words were even finished, the enormous deficit caused by the excessive depletion of the life essence slammed down like an invisible giant hammer!

Gong Ping's vision suddenly went black; all his strength was instantly drained. His hand, which was tightly gripping the [Word of Power Staff], loosened weakly, and he collapsed forward, completely losing consciousness...

"Sometimes, I feel like I might really be going crazy, the grand finale is something so nonsensical..."

In the crowd, a figure wearing the same bright red suit leaned against a half-collapsed container with his arms crossed.

He stuck out a piece of his tongue, his face showing extreme disgust, and watched the entire absurd resurrection farce unfold.

"Sigh—to be resurrected in this way is worse than death..."

That's right, Gong Ping's earth-shattering [Word of Power: Don't Die] didn't exist at all, nor could it have worked on the real Mo Zhen.

Because our great director Mo Da never died from the very beginning!
As Officer Jenny's sixteen deadly bullets whistled through the air, Mo Zhen had already activated his core ability—[Soul Illusion]!
Even though that pink trash had been completely drained of all its dream energy, this ability had already been transformed into part of its own after it devoured a portion of the other party's authority, and no longer needed the other party's dream energy support.

Although this move cannot truly stop physical bullets, it can add incredibly realistic special effects to one's body.

In everyone's eyes, those sixteen bullets had pierced through his signature red suit, creating a perfect illusion of death with blood gushing out and life extinguished!

As for those who truly withstood the sixteen deadly weapons... Outside the Witch's Cafe, Zhu Lan stopped, turned her head slightly, and her gaze seemed to pierce through the street and walls, landing on the coffee table where she and Mo Zhen had once sat opposite each other.

Scenes of past conversations flashed before her eyes like smoke, and a hint of helplessness and understanding flickered in her icy blue eyes.

"Using my life's work to block a bullet... isn't that a bit too much?"

She murmured to herself, her fingertips unconsciously brushing against another equally thick book in her bag, "The Chronicle of the Origins of Human and Elf Bloodlines," a faint, bitter smile appearing on her lips.

"It seems you... haven't even turned a single page, have you? Even if I gave you a brand new one, the ending would probably be the same... It seems I'll have to teach you a lesson myself next time we meet..."

That's right, everything, the seemingly out-of-control turmoil, was actually all under the control of Director Mo's invisible hand! (For details, see Chapter 82)
The magnum opus she gifted, with its hard cover and dense paper, possessed a thickness and resilience that, on a physical level, perfectly suited the function of a breast protector.

knowledge is power!

This monumental work, brimming with wisdom and power, absorbed the kinetic energy of every bullet with all its might, leaving only sixteen deep dents and a wisp of gunpowder smell on the inside of the red suit.

So, where did the immense life energy of Gong Ping's earth-shattering "Word of Power: Do Not Die," which exhausted his life force, and his solemn and sacred Great Life Infusion Technique ultimately flow?

In the endless darkness, a tiny campfire flickered alone.

A shriveled can of yellow peach, as dry as a dried orange peel, sat motionless by the campfire, hugging its knees.

After exhausting all his strength to unleash [Unwavering Erection], Xiao Huolong was completely consumed, his consciousness plunging into boundless darkness.

Just as its remaining consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by the darkness, someone used the Heavenly Rank Battle Skill [Drilling Wood to Make Fire] to light a bonfire that symbolized the last warmth of life, allowing it to temporarily anchor on this desolate shore.

Time has lost its meaning here.

It just sat there blankly, feeling the faint warmth from the flames, its mind a complete blank.

suddenly!

Rumble——! ! !
Without warning, the sky was violently torn apart by a pure white holy light that was so intense it was indescribable!
That light contained the most primal power of life creation, like the first ray of dawn after the creation of the world, instantly dispelling all darkness and forcefully pouring into Xiao Huolong's withered body!

A sharp pain originating from the deepest part of the muscle fibers instantly swept through the entire body, as if it were tearing its soul apart and reassembling it.

At this moment, Xiao Huolong let out a beastly roar that came from his life instincts!
"Hmph...Hmph...Hmph ahh ...

Under the infusion of this powerful life force, its withered body, like parched land receiving rain, rapidly and dramatically replenished itself, restoring the plumpness and vitality of canned yellow peaches!
At that very moment, Mo Zhen, who had been observing coldly from the sidelines, suddenly stepped forward, spread his arms, and shouted in a dramatic voice, as if a director were announcing the return of the main character!

"Resurrect—! My canned yellow peaches!!!"

Swish!
Xiao Huolong suddenly opened his signature large, Tang-style eyes, which were filled with a blank and confused look, as if he had just woken up.

It subconsciously shook its now heavy, round head, then looked down in confusion at Gongping lying on its round belly...

Huh? Isn't that Gongping, the water gun kid? I only took a nap, how come he's gotten so thin...?

Clearly, before the Czech Romner Old Man could cast the [Great Truth Spell] to add special effects to the "Mo Zhen" on the ground, someone had already preemptively added a layer of illusion.

Just as everyone was completely captivated by the spectacular finale where Gong Ping wielded the [Extreme Overlord Sword] to annihilate the beast-transformed Officer Jenny and turn the tide, the real Mo Zhen had already silently risen from the position of the "corpse".

However, without anyone noticing, he moved a can of peaches that had also lost its life to its original location and gave it a full stack of the [Soul Illusion] buff, perfectly playing the role of a corpse waiting to be resurrected...

He himself easily blended into the grieving crowd, becoming both the best audience member and the best director of this absurd resurrection drama.

Xiao Huolong turned to look at Mo Zhen, who was beaming with joy, and began to recite a classic line from a certain advisor in a deep, muffled voice.

"Old man... my butt hurts..."

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhen's face regained the relaxed smile characteristic of an art master.

He gracefully raised his Chelsea-clad foot and ruthlessly kicked away the skinny Gongping, the movement as smooth and natural as brushing away a fallen leaf.

"Okay, it doesn't hurt anymore!"

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the resurrected Xiao Huolong, then looked at the composed Mo Zhen beside him, completely bewildered...

How did Mo Zhen suddenly turn into Xiao Huolong?

Everyone was wailing and lamenting just now, but they were crying at the wrong grave?!
Where did Mo Zhen, who's been watching the show the whole time, come from?!
What... what on earth is going on here?!

Countless huge question marks flooded everyone's chaotic minds like a barrage of bullet comments.

However, after experiencing today's series of miracles, reversals, divine interventions, and absurdities that would drive any normal person crazy, everyone's nerves have long been tempered to be incredibly resilient.

Although a million questions were raging in my mind, seeing the two heroes reborn made the outcome a happy one for everyone.

As for the process... who cares!

The overwhelming joy of surviving the disaster finally surged forth like a flood breaking through a dam, resounding throughout Warehouse No. 7!
Xiao Huolong not only successfully climbed back from the abyss of death, but also turned misfortune into blessing. With the support of life energy, he successfully advanced to level 26 and became a genuine six-star Dou Zhe!
[Wow, that's amazing! Amazing!!! The future is white!!! A boundless, dazzling light, like a galaxy!!!]

Almost at the same time as Xiao Huolong's promotion, Xiao Mengzi, who was sprawled on the ground like a rag doll, started howling excitedly.

As this dramatic event came to a close, a vast and pure dreamlike energy surged forth like a cosmic tide, frantically pouring into its withered pink body!

Its body expanded wildly at a visible speed, like a balloon being blown up by a high-pressure air pump, instantly returning to its peak state, or even exceeding it!

The pink light grew stronger and stronger, gradually evolving into a light of evolution!
【Yay!!! Resurrect, my divine power!!! Restore me to my original state!】

Bathed in the holy light of evolution, Xiaomengzi let out the ultimate cry announcing her rebirth!
Just then, a black hole-like suction force suddenly activated, frantically devouring the dream energy within Xiaomengzi's body and forcefully suppressing its evolutionary momentum.

【Quack!! What's going on? Why is my energy suddenly so low again?!】

Mo Zhen, who was being tossed around like a hero, revealed a glint of shrewdness in his eyes and gave a cold smile.

Hehehe, you can't put all your eggs in one basket, especially not in one unreliable piggy bank. I should start building up backup, hidden energy sources...

After a long battle, dawn finally broke, and the first rays of sunlight shone into the dark Warehouse No. 7, announcing the end of the night and the arrival of dawn...

The war is over!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

It really resolved so many foreshadowing elements! A classic O. Henry ending; the next chapter will be the grand finale of the Li Yong arc.
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