Cyber ​​God: Abyss Walker

"May everything return to nothingness..."

Muttering the incantation to himself, Wang Yu raised his head and looked at the bishop behind the blast-proof glass wall with indifferent eyes. Ritual: Descent. Wang Yu once again used the power of Eternal Silence.

"you!?"

True horror was evident on the bishop's face. She truly hadn't expected that Wang Yu, after demonstrating the power of more than one great being, could still use the power of a new great being.

Under normal circumstances, even with rituals, a person can only use no more than two great powers. Once the number exceeds two, the probability of a fatal mutation occurring during the ritual will increase dramatically.

From the mark on his arm, a void of darkness, even more powerful than any of the eternal deathly power Wang Yu had ever used before, surged forth. This mark had become more deeply integrated with him, and the power he could summon had also increased, which also meant that his connection with the great being had become even closer.

Absolute darkness erupted from Wang Yu's body, engulfing everything around him. This was darkness from the beginning of time, a time when neither humans nor any other living beings had been born, and even the sun's rays had not yet illuminated the earth—a time of utter desolation and death.

"It's the power of eternal death. How could that mercenary called Ultraman have the ability to unleash such a powerful and great existence? Is he also undergoing an ascension ritual like me? What does he want to do? How much time has passed? What's happening around us?"

Enveloped by the power of eternal death, the bishop could no longer feel anything. The only thing he retained was his consciousness, trapped in the void and death, unable to perceive his own body or know what was happening in the outside world.

He didn't know how much time had passed, whether it was a minute, an hour, or a few seconds. He wasn't sure if he was still alive. His body was no longer able to react to injuries or any other external interference. The bishop gradually began to panic. He could no longer perceive the ascension ceremony that connected him to the Clown Mother. Was all his hard work just going to go to waste?

"Don't rush. The ritual of eternal silence cannot cause any actual physical damage at this stage. In other words, that mercenary named Ultraman will not be able to break through this blast-proof glass wall no matter what. I just need to wait for the power from eternal silence to dissipate..."

Forcing herself to calm down, she noticed that the bishop's appearance did not match her age. She had a wealth of experience and knowledge, having slaughtered countless new members of the Clown Mother Cult over the decades. She also had a certain understanding of the rituals and powers of various great beings.

As it turned out, she was right. Wang Yu was also surrounded by eternal, deathly darkness. This power, which cut off all channels of perception of the outside world, could not cause physical damage, even though it was stronger than all the eternal, deathly powers that Wang Yu had used before.

All he did was try his best to maintain this power, to allow the power of eternal death to exist in this space for a longer time, enveloping him and the bishop within it.

"We haven't reached our limit yet, keep going, keep going..."

Muttering to himself, Wang Yu was also unaware of everything outside, whether it was the passage of time or anything else. The only thing he could use as a reference was the connection between himself and the mark of the great being.

Wang Yu had realized before that if he used this power of eternal death again, he would inevitably pay a price, and the reason for this price was beginning to emerge at this moment.

Wang Yu's existence is disappearing; he is returning to nothingness. The more he uses the power of eternal death, the closer his connection with this great being becomes. The consequence of this increasingly close connection is that he gradually returns to utter nothingness and is erased from the reality of this world.

But did he have a choice? No. He would die if he didn't use it, and he would die if he couldn't hold on. Between dying first and dying later, if he had no breath left to swallow, even a fool would know which way to choose, let alone this guy who wasn't exactly a fool.

Only when he reached the precipice where there was no turning back did Wang Yu finally stop his advance with all his might. This was the insurmountable line; to take another step would be no different from death.

"Pfft!"

Having struggled to escape from the darkness and silence that resembled the deep black sea, Wang Yu slammed his head against the blast-proof glass wall. He didn't know how long he had maintained that power, but he was just a hair's breadth away from being completely reduced to nothingness.

All he could see was darkness, his ears were filled with white noise, and his skin was numb. All he felt in his mind was dizziness and a vague sense of bewilderment. At the edge of the cliff, where Wang Yu stopped, something was taken away from him by the eternal silence. A "hand" crossed the boundary line and took away the price of using its power from him.

But Wang Yu was unable to think about what had been taken from him, not only because of the distorted and numb senses throughout his body and the dizziness and nausea in his mind, but also because of the bishop who had not actually suffered any harm.

"What's the point of all this...?"

Her smile remained, but now tinged with anger born of shock. The bishop looked at Wang Yu, who was leaning helplessly against the blast-proof glass, and clenched her fists. Numerous threads spread from the ritual array. She had made up her mind to let the puppets devour Wang Yu's flesh bit by bit, making him suffer endless torment.

"Get down!"

A furious shout rang out at that moment, not from someone who had suddenly appeared there, but from a drone that had flown in through the hole Wang Yu had smashed in the ceiling.

"Smack."

Without hesitation, succumbing to the weakness that already filled his body, Wang Yu leaned against the blast-proof glass panel and collapsed onto the ground.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar erupted as the walls collapsed and shattered, smashed by an explosive force. Smoke and dust mixed with flying brick fragments scattered everywhere, not on Wang Yu's side, but on the side where the bishop was located, protected by the blast-proof glass wall.

The Silent Monk, wielding a massive iron hammer, smashed through the wall behind the bishop. He then lay prone on the ground, just like Wang Yu. Along with the bishop's completely out-of-control expression, drones lined up outside the hole the Silent Monk had created appeared.

"Fire!"

Following Dorothy's orders, each drone was fitted with a different type of firearm, and at the same time, the triggers were pulled, unleashing a barrage of bullets towards the target ahead—the bishop.

Even if the bishop immediately reacted and tried to use his abilities as a sorcerer to interfere with Dorothy and the Silent Monk's five senses once again, the drones that had already been given orders would not be affected by her abilities. They would continue to fire until all the magazines were emptied.

"Da da da da da da!"

A rain of bullets pelted the bishop's body, and his fragile flesh and blood were reduced to scattered crimson fragments under the baptism of the steel torrent.

The power of a great being is not spiritual energy, not fighting spirit, not magic, not chakra, not magnetic force, or any other superpower that can increase speed, strength, and defense at the same time.

He merely grants those who undergo the ritual special abilities they don't possess on their perilous journey of exploration. However, this power, which is far from convenient or omnipotent, is in 99% of cases insufficient to allow a human being, still made of flesh and blood, to withstand even a single bullet, let alone a volley of bullets.

Without any resistance or backup plan, the bishop, who had been standing there perfectly fine just moments before, was shot into a puddle of mud smeared on the broken bulletproof glass wall, leaving nothing behind. The abnormal derivatives also collapsed when they were halfway gathered.

Just now, the bishop used his ability to interfere with the five senses to trap Wang Yu, Dorothy, and the Silent Monk in a false environment. Only Wang Yu managed to see through it all by using the combination of the Detective Dice and the Inspiration Dice.

Even if it weren't for the "Escapee" ability, the bishop's direct application of his power to Wang Yu would have made him realize everything, and the two dice probably wouldn't have been enough for him to see through the illusion.

Dorothy and the Silent Monk, who could directly interfere with the five senses on the body, were not so easily able to see through this falsehood, until... Wang Yu enveloped himself and the bishop with the power of eternal death.

The power of eternal stillness severed everything, including the power that the bishop extended from himself to interfere with the five senses of the Silent Monk and Dorothy. Three minutes—Wang Yu bought the two of them three minutes.

The Silent Monk sensed the power of eternal stillness to confirm the location and clear a path. Dorothy then controlled all the drones, equipped with all available weapons, and arrived at Wang Yu's location, which was also where the bishop was. She then tore the culprit to pieces.

"Thanks to you, is it alright?"

Approaching Wang Yu, who was lying on the ground, the Silent Monk took out emergency medicine from his own body and put it into Wang Yu's mouth, then helped him up from the ground.

"Cough cough, not bad, not dead. This time it was a big disaster. Will there be any more trouble later?"

He was struggling to respond, his internal organs still bleeding from the explosion he had caused. At best, he was still alive. Moreover, Wang Yu had to worry about whether the mobile city would target the three mercenaries because of the situation here.

"No, I hacked into the hotel's garbage system. This hotel is actually just one bishop. Everyone else is a puppet controlled by the ritual. In other words, this place is a trap specifically prepared for the unlucky bastards of the Clown Mother Cult. We are just beings who have been caught up in it."

"The mobile city probably has no idea about this, so there's no need to create any extra trouble. Just stay in this hotel and evacuate when Edge City One arrives at the ruined city. Let the managers deal with the messy things in the hotel when they realize something's wrong."

Dorothy's expression was grim as she spoke to Wang Yu and the Silent Monk, saying that they were simply unlucky to have gotten caught up in the Happy Clown's troubles, and who could they blame but themselves?

The instigators are dead beyond dead, but the losses they suffered are irreparable. This feeling of frustration and resentment fills everyone's heart, except that Dorothy expresses it more openly, while Wang Yu and the Silent Monk keep this emotion hidden in their hearts.

"Ahem, this bishop should be connected to the Clown Mother Cult in Edge City 2. If we can find her Star Ring Mercenary System, I might be able to transfer all her savings to make up for some of the losses."

Coughing, Wang Yu spoke to the two of them.

"Are you kidding me? Without his personal authorization, you have no way to transfer money out of the Star Ring Mercenary's account."

Dorothy's words were tinged with dissatisfaction; she didn't believe a word Wang Yu said.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes right now."

Wang Yu responded coldly. He was in a terrible mood and had no interest in wasting any more words. This was the only way he could think of to make up for the losses.

"Okay... I can find her Star Ring Mercenary Device."

Startled by Wang Yu's cold expression, Dorothy felt a sense of instinctive threat. She immediately stopped complaining because of her resentment and instead used her drone to search for the necessary items.

"have a good rest."

The Silent Monk patted Wang Yu on the shoulder.

"Um."

……

About a day...

"boom!"

With the engine roaring, Wang Yu rode his motorcycle back from the port to his residence at the kennel. His face, hidden by his helmet, looked terrible. His physical condition was quite bad; excessive exertion and internal bleeding meant that short-term medication would not provide much relief. What he needed was sufficient rest.

As for using abnormal pollutants for photosynthesis, it's best not to court death. The abnormal pollutants, including metallization and explosive secretion, have been squeezed back into the pollutant container bottle by the power of eternal death. If any other abnormal pollutants are stuffed into his body now, Wang Yu can basically be buried directly in the ground.

He was thankful his motorcycle had an auto-cruise mode, otherwise he would have had a hard time getting back. Taking a taxi? How could Wang Yu possibly expose his vulnerable side to the people of the ruined city? They wouldn't give up the opportunity to take action against a half-dead "customer".

"Click!"

After stopping his motorcycle, Wang Yu staggered towards his residence. The door opened automatically as he approached, and Ling Qi's voice reached his ears.

"Wang Yu, you look terrible. Let me help you inside. The doctor and Lena aren't here right now, but the doctor left me some medication that might be useful. It should help you."

Wang Yu clearly heard Ling Qi's voice, but he couldn't see her until his right arm was grabbed by a hand.

"Um?"

Making a somewhat puzzled sound, Wang Yu then noticed something was wrong with his body.

"Wang Yu, can't you see me? Your right eye..."

Lingqi was able to pinpoint the problem with him much faster than Wang Yu.

"This…"

Wang Yu tilted his head slightly to the right and saw Ling Qi's solemn face. He tentatively waved his left hand to the right, then closed his left eye, and the world was plunged into complete darkness.

"I'm blind, let me rest for a bit."

With a somewhat inexplicable smile, Wang Yu finally understood what price Eternal Silence had taken from him: his right eye was completely blind, probably not on a biological level. But he really couldn't care less about that now; he needed to rest.

"it is good."

Ling Qi didn't say much. She helped Wang Yu into the house, which was very different from the one before he left. She let him lean back in a chair while she went to get the medicine left by the doctor.

But just as Ling Qi brought the medicine to Wang Yu's side, the guy suddenly covered his forehead and struggled to stand up, his expression extremely ferocious.

"Cough cough, parasites...outside..."

"Snapped!"

Before Wang Yu could finish speaking, a syringe filled with sedatives was plunged into his neck. Under Wang Yu's astonished gaze, Ling Qi injected all the drugs into his artery, and the guy passed out within seconds.

Ling Qi knew exactly what Wang Yu wanted to say; the entity attracted by the parasite in his head was approaching...

Turning her wheelchair around, her eyes pierced through layers of signals, locking onto the target directly through the numerous electronic cameras connected outside the building. It was hard to imagine that a "dangerous" expression would appear in the eyes of a "robot."