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[In the video]

Cliff was charred and bleeding all over, but he didn't stop for a moment.

He even ventured through a fiery, soul-burning zone, his arm skin peeling back, revealing his stark white finger bones, yet his steps remained as steady as an anvil.

"What a pity, Cliff. If it weren't for the current situation, I really wouldn't want to fight you—you know that, but I had no choice."

suddenly--

A beautiful, dark-skinned elderly woman stood at the end of the fire zone, an old leather bag slung over her shoulder.

A crimson gemstone amulet around his neck reflected a faint light, and he spoke in that unforgettable tone.

"Holy crap! It's that clown Brett!!"

"I remember now! This guy used to pour industrial lubricant into Cliff's water glass! It was hilarious!!"

"Cliff is in trouble! Dr. Bright's 'touch-to-possess' ability is too sinister; if he gets touched, the mission will collapse on the spot!"

"Huh? Why hasn't the fight started yet?"

……

The comments section erupted again.

[In the video]

"Look what I've prepared for you! I'll send you to your grave soon—just lie down and behave yourself, you damned Cliff!"

With a strange laugh, Old Lady Bright opened her purse, inside which lay a scarlet marble and a hexagonal die.

boom--!

The words hadn't even landed.

Cliff raised his hand and fired a shot, the bullet piercing her forehead with pinpoint accuracy.

The body that Bright had been inhabiting crashed to the ground and remained motionless.

Clef frowned as he stared at Bright, who was lying on the ground. The corners of his mouth were still turned up.

……

"Pfft—Hahaha! I can't hold it in anymore!!"

"Bright is really something else, he just showed his face for three seconds and then went silent?"

"Weren't we supposed to be here to witness a big event? Why did the connection drop right at the start? This Doctor is way too fragile!"

"It might not be that it's fragile. Clef might have already mastered it—anyway, Bright can rewind infinitely, so it's just a dead shell."

"Damn it... why is his smile so creepy? Could it be that he wasn't affected by 239 at all? Did he just barge in on his own?"

……

The crowd buzzed.

Bright's sudden death was highly unusual.

Unfortunately, Weird239 didn't see this scene; otherwise, even she herself would have been stunned.

Because in her cognitive framework, there was no place reserved for the role of Bright.

This guy practically forced his way into the script!

To put it bluntly—

Bright, who possesses the immortal authority of 963, is immune to most real-world manipulations, including the cognitive anchoring that 239 is best at.

The reason is very simple:

963 endowed him with spiritual eternity, his will as firm as a rock, easily unshakable and unbending.

More importantly—

This surprise attack was initiated by Bright after he had ascertained Clef's movements and proactively came to cover for him.

He also specifically chose two anomalous entities that were best at tearing apart the underground barriers of Site-17.

"Old buddy, considering you once licked my nose, I'll have to lend a hand this time."

The Bright consciousness, hidden within the authority of 963, murmured softly.

……

Clef swiftly took away the two anomalous creations.

Mystery-018, Magic Pinball!

With each bounce, the kinetic energy increases dramatically—the longer you jump, the more devastating the impact!

Mystery-776-ARC, Lucky Dice!

A matte dark gray metal die, with lightning, snowflakes, teardrops, rocks, flames, and whirlwinds engraved on its six sides.

Whichever side is tossed, that particular vision will be fulfilled on the spot.

Clef grabbed the dice and flicked his wrist.

Three points!

Splash! A jet of water gushed out from the tunnel wall!

"Damn! My luck is terrible!!"

He spat and then flicked his hand.

Three points!

The water suddenly surged under pressure, gushing forth like a dam bursting.

"Show some courage!! Damn it!!"

Clef gritted his teeth and growled, slamming the dice hard onto the ground.

Two points!

Click! Click! Click!

The ice crystals exploded instantly, growing wildly and freezing along the G-8 channel with the point of contact as the center.

Become!

The rushing water kept pouring in, and in the blink of an eye, the entire corridor was soaked into a frigid lake.

Next, Clef threw the Mysterious-018 pinball.

That dusty little ball bounced wildly on the ice, accelerating and gathering momentum—

Without looking back, he turned and left.

He had only been running for less than a minute—

boom!!!

A deafening explosion rang out, making eardrums vibrate!

The superalloy containment chamber was smashed through by the bouncy ball with its kinetic energy stacked on top of each other!

The torrent, carrying shards of ice, swept outwards, forcing back, freezing, and isolating all the rushing guards—no, they had now transformed into medieval armored soldiers and heavily armed knights.

……

On the other side.

"Clef, controlled by the evil spirit, has breached the defenses! Miss Rose, I swear to protect you and the Wizard to the death!!"

Kondraki, the greatswordsman, strode forward, his eyes like knives and his voice deep and resonant.

"Give him permission to act, Rose. We wizards are frail; self-preservation is our top priority—this place has fallen, we must evacuate immediately!"

Dr. Gears, dressed in a wizard's robe, had a solemn expression, but his tone conveyed an undeniable certainty.

"Yes, teacher... Swordsman, please be careful... I... I'll figure out a solution right away... I'm sure of it!"

The witch Rose, the incarnation of the eerie 239, clutched the hem of her clothes, looked up at Kondraki, her voice trembling, her eyes filled with anxiety and prayer.

"Don't worry! I am the Empire's number one swordsman!! Invincible!!"

Kondraki spoke in a loud voice, urgently instilling his belief in himself.

Whatever 239 truly believes in will immediately become a reality.

such as--

The title of "Empire's Strongest Swordsman" sounds impressive, but it is actually vague and lacks any concrete standard.

Ironically, according to Dr. Gears' earlier definition of Clef, this doctor, who was parasitized by the giant evil famine, was also considered "outrageously strong" in 239's eyes.

My head is killing me.

If Kondraki doesn't quickly establish her persona, she's afraid that Clef, that lunatic, will tear her in two the moment she steps out the door!

"Swordsman...please come back safely!"

The witch girl, 239, clutched the hem of her clothes, her face pale and her eyes slightly red. "Teacher, please teach me even more powerful spells! I absolutely cannot let evil win!"

"Alright! Let's begin the special training—focus completely, concentrate fully, don't get distracted, don't hesitate, and you'll learn it in no time!"

Gears immediately chimed in, speaking at lightning speed, as if racing against time.

……

This scene shocked both angels and demons on Earth into silence.

"..."

a long time.

Demon Queen Morgana finally gritted her teeth and spoke:

"You bitch! Those people from the Containment Association are monsters! They actually figured out 239's weakness and used this method to counter her!!"

Morgana was amazed.

239's bizarre ability was already a foregone conclusion—whatever he thought of, all things came true!

She identifies those who are good people and they become true friends; she decides those who should keep secrets, and those people immediately reveal the secret that Clef tried to assassinate her!

But right now—

Kondraki and Gears are a perfect pair, a stroke of genius, especially Gears, who forcefully imposed two ironclad rules on 239: her identity as a "Super Council Wizard" and the authority of the "Emergency Spellbook," confining her earth-shattering power firmly within these two frameworks!

Even she herself believed it: My skills come from this tattered book and this hat!

Absolutely!

That's absolutely fucking amazing!!

……

"Incredible... The Containment Association actually has such a person hidden within, who can actually twist a rule-level ability like 'wish fulfillment' into a rope and restrain it!"

Holy Keisha sighed softly.

"Fortunately, 239 is too young. She has grown up in the shelter since birth and knows nothing about the outside world. If she were to step out one day and see the news all over the screen and be bombarded with countless noises, that would be a real disaster."

He Xi's brows were furrowed, his gaze fixed like a nail on the sky.

……

[In the light screen]

Kondraki, the greatsword master wielding the holy sword, leaped forward.

In the blink of an eye, the two were standing in the center of the courtyard.

Kondraki's expression changed drastically—Oh no! Who knew that bastard Gears would lie to 239 and say that "the swordsman duel must be fought in the courtyard"!

Absolutely fucking idiot!

He caught sight of the familiar figure opposite him, his throat tightened, and he roared at Clef, "Damn it! Stop! I really don't want to kill you!"

Clef froze, staring blankly at the abruptly changed scene, his heart sinking—it's over.

The plan has completely collapsed.

Because of 239's single thought, he was dragged right under Kondraki's nose and landed right on the stone steps of the swordsman's duel arena.

"I...I don't want to do it...I don't want to kill a single person..."

Clef's voice was hoarse, and his knuckles were white.

Kondraki was furious: "What rubbish are you spouting?! Open your eyes and look! The containment pod you just destroyed has killed at least thirty people! And look at yourself!!"

Clef looked down at his hands, covered in festering bark and oozing black blood, his voice trembling: "There was no other choice... this was the only way... She can distort reality, Konny... she really can... mold the world into whatever she wants..."

Kondraki frowned: "Wasn't she already taken into custody? This is our duty!"

Clef suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with fear, as if he were seeing the person in front of him for the first time.

"No!! She wasn't even contained!! We lost!! It's all my fault..."

Clef understands.

The Kondraki before my eyes has been completely transformed!

His mind had long since collapsed, and he was even unclear about his identity as one of the "Four Doctors of Apocalypse" of the Containment Society, let alone remember his comrades who fought alongside him.

Only one obsession remained in his mind—he was that fearless warrior who fought bloody battles in the Midgard Arena!

Lost!

Utter defeat!!

Kondraki's eyes were unfocused, his face stiff, as if his soul had been ripped away, his lips moving as if trying to grasp some fragment of memory, but he could only manage a hoarse roar: "Clef, what nonsense are you spouting? I'll nail you to the wall before I listen to your ramblings!"

Before the words were even finished, the sword had already arrived!

The gunshot rang out!

The clang of metal on metal was deafening!

The two leaped and darted through the ruins of the central courtyard, unleashing a series of deadly moves.

Kondraki wielded his sword like a whirlwind, each strike carrying the chilling sharpness of the empire's strongest swordsman; Clef, on the other hand, used his spear as an arm and his body as an axis, his spear shadows flying like a torrential downpour, so fierce it was breathtaking.

Amidst the flashing blades and clashing spears, flesh was torn and blood splattered, and the two bodies were quickly covered with gruesome wounds.

"Now! Rose! Make your move!!"

The wizard Gears' voice boomed like thunder, his wand pointing straight to the sky.

The 239th witch, a young woman, gripped her novice staff tightly, her small hands trembling as she raised it high above her head and shouted in a clear voice, "Magic Missile—Fire!"