Xing Tie, my abstract thinking ability is refreshed every week.

With a single arrow from the Emperor's Bow, no one in the universe, except for a few Star Gods, could withstand it.

"Alright, let me see who's behind this. I'll kill them!"

The illusion crumbled on its own. Next, Chang Geng should go and teach the cunning strategist who tricked him what ** means.

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Milky Way.

Wandering the world, hunting for the blessings of "abundance".

Lan, who was searching for the "Pharmacist," turned her gaze away from a certain spot and then unfurled the longbow in her hand, which was formed from pure energy.

The "Xunzheng" (巡征) that Chang Geng is holding is an old partner that has accompanied Him in His many years of conquering bountiful lands.

His connection with Him was very deep.

Therefore, no matter what Chang Geng is going through, Lan can get a general idea through "Patrol".

While He wouldn't mind helping him solve some troubles, He wouldn't take away his prey without permission.

He still has to deal with the enemies and situations he encounters on his own.

Unless requested by the individual, He generally will not interfere with anything on His own initiative.

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at the same time.

"Why...why is this happening..."

The scene before him made Potio instinctively step back.

The company dogs he had just shot and killed suddenly transformed into Algonquin faces after they fell to the ground.

It was as if he had just killed not an enemy, but one of his own people.

"His precious stuff! It's fake! It's all fake!"

Potio shouted in disbelief, his mental state clearly deteriorating.

"Come out! Your precious darling, come out here!"

"You dare joke about 'Argon' with me? I'll fight you to the death, you little rascal!"

Several gunshots rang out in succession as Potio fired wildly into the sky, seemingly trying to shatter this false sky and reveal the real mastermind behind it all!

He knew from the beginning that he had fallen into a trap set by an unknown enemy.

I just wanted to indulge in that feeling a little longer, so I didn't pay much attention.

But now that he wanted to get out, Potio realized that he didn't have any good way to break out.

"I'm awake! I'm awake!"

Potio kept shouting this, trying to hypnotize himself until he returned to reality.

But in the end, it was all in vain.

'What exactly is missing from his precious treasure?'

Potio screamed inwardly, feeling incredibly agitated.

Logically, shouldn't this illusion disappear once it's been exposed? Why is this thing acting so unpredictably?

boom!

Just as Potio was completely baffled, a bullet shot straight at him!

He instinctively tilted his head, and the bullet just grazed his cheek.

Potio turned his gaze to the person who fired the shot, then momentarily lost in thought.

He was a young cowboy with long, black and white, side-split hair that hung down to his hips. He wore a simple hat and had a face that looked exactly like his, only a bit younger.

He should have been at the prime of his life, but now all that remained in his once dashing eyes was hatred.

That was him in the past.

Potio remained silent.

"*Algonquin profanity* You damned beast!!!"

■■■ pointed the gun at him and shouted menacingly.

Potio stood there, frozen in place.

Those who follow the "Hunter's" destiny are exceptionally accurate in their intuition, which is no different from their extraordinary sense of crisis.

If you think there's something wrong with him, then there definitely is.

The key to breaking the deadlock lies in who you are in front of you.

The moment Potio saw him, he understood everything.

If we kill him, everything will be over.

This was Potio's immediate intuition.

Without a doubt, this intuition is clearly the most likely way to pass the level.

Potio remained silent.

He raised his gun, confronting his past self, the muzzles pointing at each other's heads, as if they were about to pull the trigger at any moment.

Volume 1: NO.50: Phantom: If the opponent is "Storm," it will be a bit tricky, but—it's guaranteed.

Botti lowered the brim of his hat and slightly pulled the trigger with his finger.

He wanted to end it all with a shot, but he just couldn't bring himself to take that final step.

Do we really have to do that?

Potio looked at himself with a complicated expression, asking himself these questions.

He wasn't as open-minded as Chang Geng; he was a man who lived in the past.

This can also be seen from the code name Potio.

In Argonne, these three words symbolize a gunman who has been shot dead.

Seriously, if there were a chance to do it all over again.

He would rather have died in the war to protect his homeland than live a wretched, inhuman existence.

'After firing the gun... what difference is there between me and those corporate dogs...' Potio murmured, silently putting down his revolver.

He chose to kill an innocent person so he could go back home, so isn't he just like these profit-driven corporate dogs?

Potio looked at his past self, at that face twisted with hatred.

Perhaps I should have died long ago.

He suddenly had that thought.

To die in one's hometown, to die at one's own hands, that doesn't seem so bad.

At least he'll get to experience what it feels like to successfully exact revenge...

Potio remained silent and quietly put his revolver back into the holster on his waist.

'Brother...I think I've lost...'

Potio couldn't get over that mental hurdle.

He knew he couldn't fire the gun.

He figured he couldn't escape now, and could only hope that the other person traveling with him would get through smoothly.

Chang Geng is different from him. As a wandering knight who attained enlightenment, he is clearly not someone who is bound by the past.

As long as he is safe and sound, I don't care anymore. No matter what, it was my own choice, and I have no complaints.

Just as Potio resigned himself to his fate.

The fleeting star of "hunting" suddenly vanished from the corner of his eye, causing him to widen his eyes in surprise.

Boom! !

Under the light arrow of "Storm", without him having to make any choice, the illusion that had just been troubling him so much was easily destroyed on its own!

Just like a phrase Chang Geng often said.

Everything stems from insufficient stats. If you have enough stats but someone still forces you to do some trolley problem, then just slap that person in the face with the trolley!

The Emperor's Bow's Light Arrow perfectly illustrates this point.

I don't do multiple-choice questions!

This was the glimmer of hope that Potio had sought in his time, and with it, Argon would not have truly perished.

"Why did you suddenly appear here...?"

Potio was quite surprised.

It should be noted that the "Storm" light arrow attack is a very rare thing; apart from the Immortal Ship, there are very few people in the entire world who have seen it.

If that's the case, then why are you here?

Who is it because of...?

"brother."

Before Potio's thoughts could even wander, they were interrupted by a sudden greeting.

After the illusion dissipated, Chang Geng appeared not far away, and even the spaceship that had been nowhere to be seen before had crashed nearby.

It seems we've truly returned to reality.

"Don't be afraid, reach out your hand, I'll help you get out of this predicament!"

He stepped forward, extended his right hand, and calmly extended an invitation.

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Milky Way.

"The Heavenly General of the Imperial Bow is nothing special."

A disdainful smile appeared on his ethereal, otherworldly features, an expression of absolute certainty.

"Suiyang" feeds on emotions, and its most proficient methods are naturally those related to emotions.

What she did was very simple.

She secretly shoots down the spaceship, forces the actor onto the stage she has prepared, then pulls back the curtain, adding a touch of drama to the scene.

The demise of matter is not the end; only when all things vanish without a trace on a spiritual level can they be considered to have been completely destroyed.

This is her aesthetic of destruction, and her abilities correspond to this aesthetic.

"Suiyang's" innate talent allows Huanlong to easily grasp a person's greatest weakness, which is also the most fatal emotion.

Once I grasped that emotion, I began to focus on making plans for it.

Drive a person to the brink of collapse by inducing various negative outcomes derived from their core emotions, and then gradually increase the dosage until it results in spiritual "destruction"!

Just as she said before.

Kill those you love, kill those you believe in, and finally kill yourself.

"That guy Xingxiao is exaggerating a bit too much."

Looking at the planet spread out in his palm, Huanlong felt that his colleague had become a little too sensitive after suffering a defeat.

She praised the enemy so highly, but the reality was not as exaggerated as she described.

I thought it was something powerful, but it turns out that half of its strength probably comes from that terrifying special mechanism.

If you can find a way to prevent it from triggering, it's basically half useless. That's how mechanic monsters are; whether they become godlike or ghostlike depends on the environment.