Zongman: The post-2D era

"I can't beat you, can I surrender?"

Sakuraman Shu's eyes met Feng Feng's, two completely different wills collided silently, and an indescribable tension filled the air.

Sakuraman Ji's voice seemed particularly clear in the bizarre world, with a barely perceptible tremor: "Feng Feng, please stop for a moment."

"This two-dimensional world you see is a fragile link between reality and fantasy. Once it is hit too hard, it will collapse, and everything here will cease to exist."

As he spoke, he slowly turned around and lightly stroked the air with his finger, pointing to an area with the richest colors. It seemed that there was another door there, quietly waiting to be opened.

Following his guidance, Feng Feng focused his eyes and saw that the light in that area began to distort, gradually forming a transparent vortex. A soft light was faintly visible in the center, as if it could lead people to another unknown world.

Sakuraman Shu's figure appeared particularly lonely and determined in the interweaving of light and shadow. He continued, "Come with me. I know where Bonnie is. She may be able to solve the mystery in your heart and find a more peaceful solution to our confrontation."

Passing through the light gate formed by the transparent vortex, Feng Feng and Ying Man Ji instantly found themselves under a vast starry sky. Under their feet was a suspended island, which seemed like a pearl lost in the sea, lonely and dazzling in the depths of the universe.

The surface of the island is covered with fine silver sand, reflecting the light of the stars, just like walking on the shore of the Milky Way.

The sea breeze was slightly cool, salty and humid, gently blowing across the corners of their clothes, making a tiny sound, which intertwined with the twinkling stars in the distance to form a peaceful nocturne.

Bonnie's figure was particularly eye-catching among the ruins of the pirate ship. She was wearing a tight pirate costume and a wide-brimmed hat. She was bending over to carefully examine a rotten wooden board, her brows revealing concentration and determination.

The sea breeze occasionally lifted her hair in front of her forehead, revealing her sharp and intelligent eyes.

All around, the tattered sails swayed gently in the wind, making low whimpers, as if they were whispers from a bygone pirate era.

The afterglow of the setting sun penetrated the sparse clouds and sprinkled on the ruins, giving Bonnie a golden outline, making her look mysterious and sacred, like a goddess who could solve all mysteries.

Feng Feng walked towards Bonnie steadily, and every step seemed to be on the pulse of time. His hands pressed tightly on the restless two-dimensional energy in his chest. The light was faintly visible under his palms, like a tamed beast.

"Why did you abandon our home and come to Yingmanshu?"

His gaze passed through layers of light and shadow, and finally fell gently on Bonnie. It was a complex and deep interweaving of emotions.

Bonnie noticed Feng Feng approaching, looked up at him, a flash of surprise in her eyes then turned into relief.

The afterglow of the setting sun outlined a soft silhouette behind her, and the golden light and her pirate outfit intertwined to create a unique style.

Feng Feng's eyes unconsciously slid over Bonnie's long hair that was slightly messy due to the sea breeze. It seemed that there were endless secrets and stories hidden in those hairs.

Further down, there is his familiar, smooth chest outline, which looks even more tough and powerful under the tights;

Finally, his sight rested on her long and powerful legs, which were gently stepping on the silver sand, and each step seemed so leisurely.

Bonnie was not injured and her figure remains slim.

Bonnie's hand gently stroked the piece of wood that was covered with traces of time, her eyes flashing with excitement, as if she could penetrate the barriers of time and space and look directly at that glorious pirate history.

"You know what? This isn't just wood. It's the unique Funaki tree in the One Piece world. It's so hard that it can withstand the most violent storms on the sea."

Her words were full of awe and pride, as if she herself was part of that legend.

As she spoke, the sea breeze around her seemed to become more rapid, carrying an ancient and free breath.

The last rays of sunset fell right on the houttuynia. The texture of the wood looked unusually vivid under the light, as if every line recorded a thrilling story.

Bonnie's eyes sparkled with wisdom. She slowly turned around and pointed to the star-studded night sky in the distance. "And this island is the legendary Aoki Island that was swallowed up by a mysterious space storm. It is a mysterious place that connects reality and fantasy, the past and the future."

Her voice echoed in the night sky, adding a bit of mystery and yearning to the vast starry sky.

"I never thought the island in the fairy tale was actually real."

Chapter 780 The Creator's Second Chapter

Thursday, August 15

The energies of various colors in the two-dimensional world converge into galaxies.

Sakuragi's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of imperceptible urgency. He coughed twice and gently traced the edge of the island that was gradually becoming hazy in front of him with his fingers: "Look there."

Aoki Island seemed to be outlined by an invisible brush. The sea water and silver sand began to twist and merge, and finally turned into a delicate painting, slowly spreading to the surroundings.

Bonnie and Feng Feng turned around when they heard the voice, only to see that Sakuraman Shu's eyes were full of seriousness and warning. The edge of the island beside him was no longer solid land, but a painting of flowing colors and light and shadow, like the boundary where dreams and reality are intertwined.

The sea breeze seemed to become even faster at this moment, carrying an indescribable force, making the clothes of the three people rustle.

There were lightning and thunder in the sky, and the storm seemed to cover the earth. However, in the dark clouds, there was a cylindrical machine that violently absorbed the colorful energy.

"This is a recognition attraction machine that Meteora has created over the past two years in cooperation with the government."

Sakuraman Ji's eyes were full of hatred, and his voice was filled with deep sadness and helplessness.

"Our world is just an orange, they squeeze it, crush it, and take everything away from it."

Bonnie's figure suddenly leaped out, like an arrow shot from a bow, and rushed straight towards the colorful giant painting formed by the Aoki Island.

Her eyes were shining with determination, and she kept repeating: "Save Aokijima first! We'll talk about your proposal later."

However, when she actually stepped into the flowing light and shadow, the surrounding scene instantly became both familiar and unfamiliar.

The gentle hum of the waves and the whisper of the silver sand transformed into countless brilliant colors at this moment, gently wrapping around her feet, guiding her forward as if they had life.

Bonnie stopped in astonishment. The scene around her was like a dream. She couldn't help but reach out to touch it. Where her fingertips passed, the colors were as soft as silk, but with a hint of unreal coolness.

Feng Feng's body was light, as if he was walking on an invisible staircase, going deeper and deeper into the thick leaden clouds.

As he continued to rise, the air around him became heavier and thunder roared in his ears, almost shattering his eardrums.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through the dense dark clouds, locking onto the cylindrical machine standing at the core of the storm - the recognition force attractor.

The machine was surrounded by violent colorful energy flows, which were constantly swallowing and spitting out like a giant dragon. Every flash was accompanied by a violent tremor in the sky.

Feng Feng took a deep breath, the spiritual power in his body surged, and he slowly stretched out his hands, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if he was conversing with this violent natural force.

He clenched his fists suddenly, and the air around him seemed to solidify. Then a gentle and tenacious force surged out from his palms, transforming into a slender chain of light, which accurately wrapped around the base of the recognition force attraction machine.

A soft light flows on the light chain, forming a sharp contrast with the raging energy around it, as if it is a bright lamp lit in the storm, leading the way to hope.

Feng Feng lowered his head upon hearing the sound, and saw that the colorful giant painting below seemed to come alive. A surging river of colorful energy suddenly broke free from the constraints of the canvas, and transformed into a giant dragon with brilliant light, roaring straight into the sky.

This river of energy was colorful and wild. Every ray of light contained the power to destroy the world. They intertwined and entangled, forming a gorgeous vortex of death, heading straight towards Feng Feng.

The air in the storm seemed to be torn apart by this force, making a sharp whistle.

The spiritual light chain surrounding Feng Feng's body trembled violently at this moment, as if fighting against the torrent.

His eyes were wide open, and the gorgeous yet terrifying scene of destruction was reflected in his pupils, but his heart was extremely calm.

He took a deep breath, his spiritual power boiling, and pushed his hands suddenly. The light chain instantly shone brightly and turned into an indestructible barrier, forcibly blocking the surging colorful river of energy. Where the two collided, a dazzling light burst out, illuminating the entire sky shrouded in darkness.

Bonnie anxiously shuttled back and forth between the colorful giant paintings. Every time she swung the energy blade in her hand, it was as if she was trying to cut off the endless flow of colorful rivers, but it only caused ripples that disappeared in an instant.

Her face was filled with reluctance and despair, and her vision was blurred by sweat and rain.

Suddenly, her feet felt empty, as if she had stepped into another dimension. The colors around her became more intense, almost swallowing her up.

Sakuramitsu quickly stepped forward, grabbed Bonnie's arm, and pulled her back to the edge of reality.

He pointed at the slowly twisting and deforming land under his feet, and said in a heavy and decisive voice: "Look, this is not just a painting, it is the last struggle of Aoki Island."

"Admit that the force attraction machine is draining its life force. It is becoming a 'two-dimensional 萡', an illusion that only exists in the two-dimensional world. It can never be saved."

Bonnie and Ying Manji looked at each other, their eyes full of anxiety and worry. They shouted almost at the same time: "Feng Feng! Come back soon!"

The voice swayed in the strong wind, but it seemed to penetrate the barrier of the storm and reach Feng Feng's heart.

Feng Feng stood in mid-air, the spiritual light chains around his body clashing fiercely with the violent energy torrent, the light was so dazzling that it was difficult to look directly at.

He turned his head upon hearing the voice, his gaze piercing through numerous obstacles and falling on the huge colorful painting below that was shrinking rapidly.

The once vast and vibrant painting now seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, gradually compressed into the size of a small city. The colors on the picture were like the afterglow of the setting sun, gradually dimming and losing their former vitality and power.

Feng Feng's heart suddenly tightened. He witnessed with his own eyes the colorful giant painting slowly transforming before his eyes. It was like an aging giant, struggling feebly in the torrent of time and ultimately succumbing to the arrangement of fate.

Every stroke and every line on the picture seems to carry the laughter and tears of Ushima in the past, but now it dissipates like quicksand and turns into nothingness.

He could feel the cold force coming from the recognition attraction machine, which was ruthlessly depriving the land of its last bit of vitality.

The clash between the light chain and the energy torrent became increasingly fierce, but Feng Feng's eyes were unusually firm.

He knew very well that every move he made affected the future of Sugi Island and even the balance of the entire world.

He clenched his teeth and let his spiritual power surge out like a tide. The light chain became tougher under his control, as if it was a cage forged with faith, determined to trap the destructive torrent of energy.

Finally, the huge painting that had been so magnificent slowly shrank and twisted in front of everyone’s shocked gazes until it turned into a thin silver sheet the size of a mobile phone screen, floating in the air, reflecting the chaotic light around it, appearing both cold and lonely.

Feng Feng stared at this incredible scene, a complex and indescribable emotion flashed across his eyes, and he murmured softly: "So, Er Xiangchui... came about like this."

Although his voice was soft, it seemed to have transcended the shackles of time and space, carrying a sense of relief and sorrow.

The next moment, the newly born Er Xiangqiu went against the colorful river of light, detonating leaden clouds, thunder and rain and rushing straight towards Feng Feng.

Chapter 781 The True Mirror of the Creator

Friday, August 16

The silver flakes rotate gently in the air, and every rotation seems to tell the story of past glory and present desolation.

The storm around them seemed to calm down a bit, even the air seemed to be frozen. It was so quiet that the only sounds could be heard were each other's heartbeats and faint cries from afar.

Feng Feng slowly stretched out his hand and lightly touched the thin sheet with his fingertips. A cool touch instantly spread throughout his body, as if it directly touched the depths of Sumijima's soul.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and all the colors and sounds gathered in this small space, becoming eternal.

Suddenly, the silver sheet shone brightly, and an unprecedented force burst out from it, enveloping Feng Feng completely.

After the light faded, Feng Feng found himself in a penthouse.

The sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, shrouding Sakurami Shu and Bonnie in front of the window, and Chikushiin Shinken sitting on the sofa on one side in gold.

Feng Feng was stunned and his eyes involuntarily fell on Chikushiin Shinkansen. She was playing with a small pocket watch in her hand with her head down. Her eyes, which seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, were flashing with strange light.

There was a subtle and complex energy fluctuation in the air, which made Feng Feng's heart tighten suddenly.

He tightly covered the new "Two-Dimensional Sword", and a similar light as the previous silver sheet flowed on its surface, but it was softer this time, as if echoing the power in Zhenjian's hand.

Zhenjian raised his eyes slightly, met Fengfeng's eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that you have realized it, Fengfeng."

"In this fantasy city I have woven in the Two-Dimensional World, any lie can become reality. And your arrival is the most crucial part of this huge lie."

Her words were gentle but carried an unquestionable power that made the air around them tremble.

As Zhenjian finished speaking, Fengfeng felt a surge of power in his body, as if his dormant potential was suddenly awakened.

His hands were gradually covered by brilliant colorful light, which was like the sea surface under the early morning light, gentle and full of vitality.