Domestic Zone: You already have a system, why join a chat group?

Chapter 197 A Noob with a 100% Negative Record

Dark clouds loomed overhead, the leaden-gray clouds thick and oppressive, the air pressure incredibly low. Even the argali sheep, accustomed to the fierce winds of the plateau, shrank into the crevices of the rocks, afraid to show their faces.

The next moment, the free water vapor in the air suddenly became turbulent, as if drawn by an invisible force, transforming into countless waterfalls flowing backwards and soaring into the sky, surging and converging wildly, finally condensing into a towering water column at the boundary between heaven and earth.

The water column, accompanied by a howling wind and gleaming with a cold, eerie light, slowly solidified at its core, where a figure resembling Medusa from Greek mythology.

The water column exploded with a roar, and billions of water droplets shot out in all directions like cannonballs, hitting the exposed rocks of the plateau and creating a dense array of deep craters.

Basha hovered in mid-air, her snake tail gently swaying to gather all the remaining moisture around her, transforming it into a layer of translucent liquid armor. She looked around, and all she could see were rolling plateaus and mountains, brown rock formations, sparse shrubs, and the white peaks of distant snow-capped mountains—both strange and familiar.

A hint of confusion flashed in her deep red eyes, followed by undisguised anger. The resurgence of demonic energy caused her wisdom, which had been worn down by hell for thousands of years, to begin to recover simultaneously. Although it was still far from its peak, it was enough for her to make the most basic judgments the moment she was born.

There was no trace of the Holy Lord, Bo Gang, or Xiao Feng here. Out of her demonic instincts, she was not even allowed to linger for a moment. With a flick of her tail, her entire body transformed into a deep blue streak of light, crashing straight into the Ebro River below and merging into the turbulent current, rapidly heading towards the ocean.

All of this was clearly seen by the figure wearing a half-high silk hat in the gap of history.

Klein stood between history and reality, leaning on an ironwood cane with his left hand and casually tucked his right hand into his trench coat pocket.

The void beneath my feet unfolds, reflecting the outline of the Iberian Peninsula, stretching from the snow line of the Pyrenees Mountains all the way to the azure waters of the Strait of Gibraltar.

He looked down upon this country, and fragments of knowledge long buried deep in his memory surfaced unbidden. In his mind, this country seemed to have left only two profound marks in history books:

One period was in 1492, when it funded Columbus's voyage, ushering in the magnificent Age of Exploration; the other was in 1588, when its invincible Armada was defeated by England, and it never recovered, its aura of maritime hegemony completely dimmed.

Long-forgotten memories flooded back, causing Klein to sigh slightly. These seemingly trivial historical tidbits were once essential questions on the college entrance exam in his day. He recalled how he too had fought fiercely in the fiercely competitive exam arena, finally gaining entry into university, and then—

He shook his head, clearing the jumbled thoughts from his mind, and his gaze settled back down.

As the embodiment of the law corresponding to the character Kan, water is Basha's innate divine power and the source of her power from birth. Even though she did not deliberately activate her authority at this moment, the mere fact that she exists in the river is enough to make the Ebro River become violent.

The river surged and swelled at a visible speed, the rapid current carrying silt and sand, and layers of waves crashing against the rocks along the banks with a force that was not of this river's own, instantly shattering those rocks that had stood for thousands of years.

The water level rose uncontrollably and quickly overflowed the dikes and farmland on the banks. The muddy floodwaters, carrying mud, sand and broken logs, rushed towards the villages and towns on both sides, showing a trend of evolving into a full-scale flood.

Despite the situation spiraling out of control, Klein remained calm. He slowly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

The moment the fingers snapped, Basha, who was speeding across the Ebro River, froze abruptly. It was as if her consciousness had been ripped out of her brain, and all her thoughts and emotions were instantly sucked into a vacuum.

She even forgot that she was a living being, completely degenerating into a mindless, dull existence. Her out-of-control body plunged uncontrollably down the riverbed, crashing heavily against the rocks at the bottom and splashing water everywhere.

At the same time, Klein lightly tapped his ironwood cane with his left hand, and the crystal ball at the top of the cane lit up with a very faint gray light. The gap in the historical projection silently opened in front of him, and a heavy and huge figure slowly emerged.

A pure mountain magic, so rich it was almost tangible, surged forth from the depths of the riverbed, its earthen-yellow light spreading outwards along the riverbed. In the instant Basha fell, it transformed into countless hard rocks, steadily lifting her up, separating her from the rushing river, and then rapidly piling up, enveloping her entirely in an ever-thickening stone cocoon.

Power is really useful.

Klein sighed inwardly. Thanks to the blessing of the Dao Fruit, even though he was only a Sequence Eight Clown, he could barely activate the extraordinary abilities of a Sequence Zero Fool. This power that transcended sequences was far more powerful than he had imagined.

However, he also knew very well that this was only temporary.

Basha is, after all, a water demon, an existence of the same rank as Bogan. She has also regained much of her sanity due to the resurgence of demonic energy. A single layer of historical projection and a single act of deception are far from enough to completely seal her away.

Sure enough, no sooner had the stone cocoon formed than the entire Ebro River began to tremble violently. The mud at the bottom of the river churned wildly, as if a powerful earthquake had occurred. The violent waves swept across the entire riverbed, and the rocks covering Basha's body exploded from the inside, with the fragments being carried away in all directions by the high-pressure water flow.

Having regained her senses, Basha broke free from the rubble. Her serpentine lower body curled up in the waves, lifting her into the air. Her deep red eyes stared intently at her surroundings, burning with a furious rage at being toyed with. She roared, "Holy Lord! Was it you! Show yourself!"

She mistook the faint magical energy remaining in the air, which belonged to the projection of history, for the aura of Bo Gang. In her mind, only the Holy Lord would play tricks on her like this. She was convinced that the Holy Lord was toying with her, that damned, hypocritical dragon!

Just as she shouted angrily, large raindrops began to pour down without warning. The torrential rain pounded on the river surface, creating a dense spray of water. The world was instantly shrouded in a hazy rain curtain, and visibility plummeted to less than three feet, making the atmosphere even more oppressive.

Klein's eyes flickered, but he did not respond or launch an attack rashly. He simply raised his right hand and made a light sweep in the air. Gray mist silently spread outwards from him, creating a dry and quiet place where the mist passed.

As we all know, the battlefield of fools is never built on the rules of the enemy.

This naturally revealed his location. With a wave of her hands, Basha instantly condensed the seawater within a radius of several hundred meters into dozens of high-pressure water bullets, which simultaneously blasted towards Klein's location from all directions.

Klein didn't move an inch; he softly uttered an ancient Hermes word: "grafting."

The two water bullets that were originally aimed at him from the front were violently twisted in mid-air as if by an invisible hand, colliding with each other and exploding into a cloud of water mist.

The other water bombs were also affected; some collided with each other, some deviated from their trajectory, and all missed their target.

Basha's blood-red pupils suddenly contracted. She had never seen such an ability before, but the worst thing to do in battle is to be distracted. Taking advantage of the gap in Klein's grafting, she suddenly transformed into a huge water tornado, rising from the sea surface with overwhelming force and rushing straight towards the figure in the center of the gray mist.

To her surprise, the waterspout pierced through his body, and almost instantly, his figure exploded into a pile of paper scraps in the sea breeze.

When?!

"Behind you."

Basha turned around abruptly, and Klein was already standing twenty meters behind her on the sea. His eyes suddenly turned pitch black, and his left hand gently pinched in the air, as if he had grasped an invisible thread. With his movement, Basha's body stiffened abruptly, and all her movements were frozen in an instant.

not bad.

Interrupting the creation of the puppet, Klein gently flipped his free right hand, preparing to complete the sealing loop. Suddenly, a pale white rift tore open in the sky, and countless lightning bolts gathered in the clouds, bursting out with scorching light.

A violent shockwave of lightning exploded instantly, severing the hidden threads that Klein was holding between his fingers and neatly disrupting the rhythm of all his sealing arrangements.

Basha, who had been immobilized, broke free of her restraints in an instant. Her first reaction after breaking free from the unfinished seal was not to fight back, but to instinctively retreat and fly backward. Her snake tail slapped hard in the water, and she plunged headfirst into the depths of the surging waves, revealing only half of her face and a pair of bewildered, deep red eyes, staring intently at the direction of the crack in the sky.

"Hey, Fei-zai, your appearance rate is too high." Ignoring Basha, Klein raised his head and looked at the figure slowly descending from directly below the rift in the sky.

Including this time, there were a total of three Demon Sealing Battles, and Lu Mingfei's participation rate was 100%, not missing a single one, making him a perfect attendance player.

"Don't you even know what 'the capable should do more' means?!" Lu Mingfei didn't waste any words and charged forward with his gun.

Sleipnir's eight hooves created golden ripples on the sea surface. With each step, lightning spread from the soles of its hooves, electrolyzing the seawater to produce a pungent ozone aura. Gungnir lit up, and the runes on the spear seemed to come alive, flowing with crimson-gold light. The light burned along the shaft from the butt to the tip, as if a river of lava was surging inside the spear.

His task was simple: to force Klein to use his authority as much as possible during the battle.

It's still the most familiar paper doll substitute.

But Lu Mingfei was clearly more knowledgeable than Basha. The moment the Stand exploded, he had already re-locked Klein's new position. Gungnir swept across the sea, and an arc-shaped golden lightning blade cut through the sea surface, electrolyzing the seawater in its path and leaving a steaming scorch mark, which went straight for Klein's waist.

"grafting."

Klein uttered only one word, and the lightning blade vanished into thin air just three inches from the outermost button of his trench coat. The next second, it exploded on the sea surface, creating a mushroom cloud of steam tens of meters high.

Scalding water droplets, carrying residual electrical charge, splashed in all directions, sizzling as they hit the exposed rocks on the shore. Klein himself stood unharmed beside the column of steam, not a single drop of water on him.

Lu Mingfei was unconvinced. He was enveloped in a dense cloud of lightning. Outside the leaping flashes, there was a wildly dancing vortex of air, which tightly enveloped him like a hurricane. White arcs of electricity could be seen moving and dissipating. He then thrust out more than ten spears in succession. In an instant, many flashing points of light appeared in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, a dense and dazzling star curtain was lit up on the sky.

Unfortunately, without exception, these light spears either landed on Basha or on the river and land. Relying on grafting and deception, Klein still maintained his original dignity and demeanor, not even messing up his hair, and could occasionally launch a sneak attack using historical projections.

One of the shots was even redirected by Klein, flying past Lu Mingfei's own ear and nearly knocking off his visor.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're annoying?!" Lu Mingfei was furious, his face turning bright red.

Klein's fighting style is like cramming every element that can raise your blood pressure into the same skill set: teleportation, substitution, damage transfer, aggro shift, and occasionally a few auto-tracking summons.

If we can't hit them, and if we don't fight, we'll just be kited around. Why can't we just come over and have a real fight?

Also, is Xu Qi'an's situation still not resolved?

If he gets tricked again, then Mr. Lu will have achieved a glorious record of 100% win rate.

What? You're saying his current persona is Odin's? Never mind then.

Odin is a piece of trash, he's utterly useless.

"Fei-zai, you still need to practice. If you really can't, have your brother take your place." Klein lifted his top hat, his face showing an innocent expression, as large swaths of gray mist poured down from the hat and spread out.

In the mist, countless phantoms of gears and clocks could be vaguely seen slowly rotating. The sea, the sky, and the distant plateau silhouettes all distorted at this moment, as if trying to completely break down the boundary between reality and illusion.

A mysterious realm has suddenly taken shape.

But in the very next moment...

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."

A faint sigh, as if drifting from the ends of the earth, caused the gray mist summoned by Klein to uncontrollably swirl back.

Klein subconsciously turned his head, and on the western horizon, a colossal Dharma image had appeared there at some unknown time.

Standing a hundred feet tall, with twelve arms, its entire body was as black as ink, with a burning flame rune embedded between its brows, and a slowly rotating ring of pitch-black demonic flames hanging behind its head.

This is not over yet.

A beam of pure Yang sword light swept across from the east, landing on the sea surface due east. As the sword light dissipated, Zhang Xiaofan, clad in a five-colored robe, stood with the Pure Yang sword hanging beside him. Crimson runes flowed across the sword, suppressing the turbulent seawater within hundreds of meters of the surrounding area, which had been stirred up by Basha, into a calm, mirror-like surface.

hum!

Another fist intent swept across, and amidst the deafening roar, a transparent ripple of primordial energy suddenly spread out, extending to an endless distance, completely dissipating the energy of the void and the primordial energy of heaven and earth.

The golden fist energy smashed through the clouds and crashed to the ground from the due north, shaking the bedrock of the entire plateau. Ye Fan crossed his arms, his long hair flowing like sharp swords, his Ancient Sacred Body's blood surging like dragons, and every strand of hair shooting out golden arcs of electricity.

There was also the magnificent three-colored fire lotus that fell from the sky to the south of the sea. The flames spread silently on the water, neither extinguished nor boiling, just burning quietly. Xiao Yan stood in the center of the fire lotus, carrying the black ruler on his back, his face cold and stern.

A magnificent array containing the power of earth, wind, water, fire, and the five elements suddenly took shape, like an inverted curtain of the sky, completely enveloping this world. Thus, the four directions—east, west, south, and north—were completely surrounded.