I write obituaries for the gods

Lin Chen reached out towards the family photo, intending to take it down and examine it carefully.

Almost at the same time, he heard someone whisper in his ear:

“My Family…”

Lin Chen abruptly drew his axe, turned around, and saw the homeless man wielding a machete, charging towards him—

"clang!!"

Lin Chen blocked the knife, and almost simultaneously, Li Zhanyi raised his pistol and aimed at the family photo.

"Oh!"

The bullet struck the family photo precisely, shattering the frame, and a sudden howling wind arose:

"Waaaaah~~"

The little girl's singing faded away, accompanied by a howling wind.

At the same time, the "family members" in the hall fell down like dominoes. The skeletons turned into bones the moment they hit the ground, while the armed officers fell to the ground and then got up in a daze.

"What...what's going on?" Wang Pan looked at her maid outfit, her mouth gradually widening.

He looked into the distance: Lin Chen was locked in a stalemate with the physical entity, which was clearly gaining the upper hand.

"Ughhhhh!"

The homeless man suddenly exerted force, and Lin Chen was pushed away, only managing to stop after staggering back for a long time.

Almost simultaneously, the shattered family photo exploded, and colorful light and shadow spread throughout the room.

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Chapter 100 The Paper Crown (Second Update)

As the multicolored light spread out, Lin Chen felt countless images flash through his vision.

He saw a family of four taking pictures on the lawn, with the beautiful white house behind them.

He saw on Christmas Eve that the family was gathered around the table, looking happy, and the man was wearing a paper crown of the birthday god.

In the next scene, he saw the man being kicked out of the company, the family being evicted from the house, and the house being sealed off.

After a long time, the man returned to the house alone, where another family had moved in.

The man had become a homeless man, holding a bottle of liquor in one hand and a machete in the other, with a paper crown weighing down his disheveled long hair.

His daughter put it on him herself.

He rushed into the house that had once belonged to his daughter, singing her favorite Christmas carols.

He was a drunken vagrant who robbed, and he was a king determined to reclaim his territory.

That little house was once his ideal world.

"Squeak squeak squeak—"

The sound of fingernails scratching glass brought Lin Chen back to his senses.

He gave himself another injection and looked up: he saw a vagrant wearing a paper crown dragging a large sword as he walked towards him, his stone eyes staring blankly at Lin Chen.

“Get out…” his voice was hoarse, “from my kingdom…”

Lin Chen raised his shotgun and pulled the trigger towards his chest:

"Oh!"

One shot, and the homeless man staggered backward.

Lin Chen pressed his advantage:

"Bang! Bang bang! Bang!"

Each bullet blasted a hole in the solid body, and there was nothing inside the hole.

After Lin Chen emptied a magazine, the homeless king raised his head, a sinister blue light flashing in his eyes:

"Get out..."

"mine..."

"Da da da da da da da!"

Bullets came from all directions: the armed officers were focusing their fire on the homeless king.

The king was battered and bruised, and suddenly, he looked up and let out a wail:

"Squeak squeak squeak—"

His voice was like fingernails scratching glass, harsh and unpleasant.

As he wailed, the walls of the mansion began to melt, and the faces in the oil paintings turned into viscous limbs that crawled down the melting walls.

"Lin Chen! Take it down!" Li Zhanyi kept firing at the entities, suppressing them.

The armed forces agents then turned their attention to the newly formed entities, but were quickly outnumbered.

time does not wait.

Lin Chen tossed aside the magazine, reloaded with the quick-load reload device, and aimed his gun at the homeless man—

"Oh!"

The first shot was an armor-piercing single-shot round; the bullet pierced through the center of the forehead, causing the target to stagger back two steps. He then charged at Lin Chen with his machete.

"Click!"

Lin Chen flicked his axe, deflecting the cleaver, then twisted the axe handle—

"Buzz!"

A boiling, eerie blue light emanated from the axe's surface. Lin Chen pressed down hard, the axe slashing towards the unbalanced vagrant's physical form—

"Click!!!"

The axe cleaved into the solid's shoulder, and a ghostly blue light tore his body apart, with boiling blue light constantly gushing out.

The entity knelt on the ground, struggling in agony.

Its pain gradually materialized, and a black heart was born and began to beat in its chest cavity.

Lin Chen raised the shotgun and pressed it against the solid heart:

"boom!"

This shot blasted the object away, sending it crashing heavily against the wall.

Almost simultaneously, the melting process of the room ended.

It seems that everything it did after the family photo was destroyed was just a futile struggle.

"..."

Lin Chen picked up the torn paper crown and walked to the physical crown.

The homeless king was leaning against the wall, his body riddled with wounds and his expression blank.

Lin Chen placed the paper crown on its head and whispered:

"Take a nap."

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle..."

The homeless man's physical body began to turn into grayish-white fragments. He raised his head, and his stone eyes glanced at Lin Chen.

Almost simultaneously, an image flashed through Lin Chen's mind:

Inside a white temple, in the shadow of the throne, there is a passageway.

"..."

The scene flashed by in an instant. The next second, the physical object dissipated into mist, and the paper crown fell to the ground, with two dark blue crystals lying next to it.

Looking at the paper crown in the ashes, Lin Chen rubbed his temples, recalling the scene just now.

The White Temple...the passageway beneath the throne...

This entity seems to be planning to tell Lin Chen something?

"Brother Lin, is it resolved?" Wang Pan ran up behind Lin Chen.

“Yes,” Lin Chen nodded, “It’s resolved.”

Wang Pan looked at Lin Chen, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly:

"You know it's dead, just a physical entity, not a living person, right?"

"I know," Lin Chen nodded.

But Lin Chen respected its obsession.

“That was close,” Li Zhanyi said, looking at the pile of ashes on the ground. “But it was also quite unpleasant. As a gamma-level creature, it had focused all its abilities on maintaining its domain. Until we were about to touch its family portrait, it hadn’t shown us any hostility.”

“His obsession has been distorted by the subspace.” Lin Chen sighed softly.

He crouched down, picked up the two dark blue crystals, and put them in his pocket.

“Have your people deploy dimensional stabilizing anchors,” Lin Chen said to Wang Pan. “This block should no longer pose a threat.”

"Okay." Wang Pan prepared to leave.

"By the way, there's a question," Lin Chen stopped Wang Pan, "What sounds did you hear when you went through the fence?"

Hearing this, Wang Pan suddenly became somewhat embarrassed.

“I…I won’t go into details,” he scratched his head. “I heard my mom talking to me, and we were talking about things from when I was little. Then I followed my mom, and when I came to my senses, this was the situation I just experienced.”

"Where are the rest of you?" Lin Chen asked, looking at the other officers from the Armed Forces Section.

They briefly described their auditory hallucinations, and the results were consistent: they were all about their family members.

There are mothers, fathers, older brothers and sisters, and lovers.

"Brother Lin, how did you escape from control?" Wang Pan's eyes held a newfound respect. "If it weren't for you, we'd probably be stuck here waiting for rescue... Even the Cradle of Consciousness didn't work!"

"We'll talk about it later. Let's go and secure the anchor first." Lin Chen waved his hand.

He turned his head and found Li Zhanyi looking at him.

"How come we... weren't controlled?" Li Zhanyi avoided Lin Chen's gaze.

Lin Chen was somewhat surprised to learn that the auditory hallucinations were related to his family.

His memories of his parents are very vague. He only remembers that he hasn't seen them since he started elementary school and has been living in a daycare center. Every month, a sum of money is sent to him to pay for his living expenses.

Lin Chen tried to contact his parents, but he never succeeded.

It's fair to say that his parents have almost no place in his memory.

Li Zhanyi was similar to him; the first image in her memory was of a subspace ruin, and her background was a mystery.

These two people, however, heard auditory hallucinations from the same scene.

"You wouldn't happen to be my long-lost family member, would you..." Li Zhanyi muttered softly. "We don't even look alike, and our blood types are different..."

"Perhaps the scenes I'm hallucinating aren't from the past," Lin Chen frowned in thought, "but from the future?"

After all, Li Zhanyi had never existed in Lin Chen's memories since he could remember.

"Huh? Are we going to have a mother-son relationship in the future? You can't treat me like your mother!" Li Zhanyi was dumbfounded. "Or are you going to treat me like your younger sister? But that doesn't count as family, does it?"

"Isn't there one left?" Lin Chen suddenly realized, "There's still love left..."

The two paused for a moment, then turned their heads at the same time, pretending that they hadn't said anything.

Behind the two, the armed forces officers breathed a deep sigh of relief:

Great, he's not a competitor!

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Chapter 101 Solving Problems and Alleviating Worries (Third Update)

Soon, the dimensional stabilizing anchor was deployed, and the surrounding space became stable.

At the entrance of the house, Lin Chen sat down next to Li Zhanyi and handed her a latte:

“It was sent by Sister Lucy,” he said. “The section chief’s block has also been completed, and things are going smoothly so far.”