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Chapter 171: Bloodbath
Chapter 171: Bloodbath
Carly felt her heart skip a beat.
The Level 0 derivative had escaped, not by breaking through the 1408 door, but by using some unknown method to teleport out. She immediately knew things were about to get serious.
Without missing a beat, Carly quickly applied her Inequality Lipstick and held up the 1408 door plate, shouting loudly.
"You escaping = you want to leave. Go back to your room, Derivative Three!"
The situation was spiraling out of control, and no security personnel were coming to the rescue. It was as if her cries had been nothing more than a mirage. Luk remained standing in place, his smile unwavering.
He looked at the two of them calmly and spoke slowly, "The Inequality Lipstick has a powerful psychological distortion effect. As long as it's not a 100% equivalent statement, it can make the other party misinterpret the meaning. However, the method to counter it is quite simple."
Luk tapped his ear, "Just block your hearing."
"By the way, don't bother trying to call for security. I've sealed off this area. Without my command, no sound can escape, and no one can run."
"What do you want?" Carly asked cautiously, giving Wang Lang a meaningful glance. The message was clear—
I'll hold him off, and you find a way to run and trigger the alarm.
"Carly, saying things like that really hurts. What bad intentions could I possibly have? You always said I was harmless, didn't you?"
Luk sighed and shook his head. As a Level 0 derivative, he had naturally interacted with every senior staff member during his eighteen years of imprisonment. The ones he had the most contact with were Carly and Chu Liang.
The former had the authority to assign him management tasks, and the latter, being Chinese, had engaged in lengthy conversations with him. As for the other senior staff members, he had only had brief interactions with them.
"That's not quite right. It's been eighteen years, four days, two hours, and two minutes."
Luk seemed oblivious to their small gestures, shaking his head calmly.
"What do you think someone who has been imprisoned for so long would want to do?"
"But the moment I escaped, I scrapped all the chaotic plans in my head. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
Luk's eyes turned cold in an instant, "Because now, I just want to kill all of you, every single one of you, without leaving a single soul alive!"
"Run!"
Feeling a chill run down her spine, Carly shouted and lunged at Luk. Wang Lang, receiving the signal, sprinted away without looking back.
Luk watched their movements coldly.
Bang, bang—
A sound of something hitting the ground echoed.
The scene shifted like a space elevator, the surroundings flipping upside down. Carly felt a sharp pain in her neck, and her beautiful head landed on the ground with a look of confusion. Blood gushed from the severed neck, and her body convulsed before collapsing.
Luk slowly approached Carly's body, took the 1408 door plate from her hand, and stared at it for a few seconds before storing it away.
Wang Lang, who was running towards the exit, felt a sudden dizziness and found himself back at the starting point. The sight before him was almost too much to believe.
"I'll kill you!!!"
Seeing Carly's body lying in a pool of blood, Wang Lang's emotions spiraled out of control. He let out a deafening roar of grief and anger, and charged at Luk with his fists raised. But after a few steps, he found himself back at the starting point.
His face contorted in frustration, he kept trying to move through the space, but he couldn't get any closer to Luk.
"I've tied up this space. No matter which direction you run, you'll end up back here."
After explaining, Luk paused, looking thoughtful, "I don't remember being this talkative."
Even with the emotional turmoil of his escape, he shouldn't be talking this much. Venting his feelings was one thing, but revealing his methods to the enemy was a sign of overconfidence.
Something was interfering with him.
Luk's eyes saw countless intersecting threads, and he detected something amiss. Something had partially altered his information at its core.
Otherwise, theoretically, Luk would have killed Wang Lang and Carly, the presumed protagonist and female lead, immediately upon his escape.
He placed his hand on his head and planted a suggestion in his own mind.
[Wang Lang is the protagonist. He needs to be eliminated early to prevent future trouble.]
Then, Luk extended his hand coldly towards Wang Lang, and a torrent of energy gathered in his palm. The energy, capable of destroying a human body countless times, was compressed under his control.
A few seconds later, Luk suddenly wore a scornful expression and retracted his hand.
"Never mind. I don’t need to kill you. You pose no threat to me. Since your arrival granted me freedom, I’ll bestow upon you the honor of witnessing the end."
As he finished speaking, conflicting thoughts surged in his mind. Luk abruptly looked up in the direction of the Story Editing Department.
"Are you the ones causing all this trouble?"
...
"Hello."
Luk, standing at the doorway, smiled genuinely at the two people.
Then, with a flick of his fingers, Wang Lang and Kelly’s bodies were sliced (crossed out).
"What the hell, is this boss too eager to kill!"
"Feeling" shrank back in fear, adjusting the text.
"Luk didn’t kill the two immediately. The joy of being free made him unusually cheerful, and he was willing to have a brief conversation with them."
...
Luk’s eyes turned cold in an instant. "Because right now, I just want to kill all of you, without leaving a single one alive!"
"Not again, more killing!"
"Feeling" checked the ink level, just enough to use, and reluctantly deleted and rewrote.
"Never mind. I don’t need to kill you. You pose no threat to me. Since your arrival granted me freedom, I’ll bestow upon you the honor of witnessing the end."
After saying this, Luk prepared to wage a final battle against the Future Fund. Suddenly, he stopped, looked up in the direction of the Story Editing Department, and spoke coldly.
"Are you the ones causing all this trouble?"
Clang—
With a thud, "Feeling" let out a scream and scrambled out, shouting, "Joy, Joy, come and see! Derivative Number Three is alive!"
...
Luk turned his gaze away, no longer paying attention to the protagonist who was repeatedly charging in a futile attempt.
Before the story reached its final chapter, the Story Editing Department would do everything to protect the protagonist. The ability to directly modify reality was a powerful deterrent, and it wasn’t necessary to fight to the death right now.
More importantly, he couldn’t hold back his desire for revenge any longer!
Like the archive room, the meeting room, and the thirteenth level underground!
"Quite a lot of secrets you’ve been hiding."
Luk sneered. The underground base had only twelve floors, but an additional thirteenth floor existed, which he could sense but not find a way to enter. No matter how he tried to infiltrate, he couldn’t discover anything.
"I’ll start with some interest."
Luk appeared in the sky, surveying the long-unseen scenery with a deep sense of emotion.
"Kill them all!"
The entire building crumbled to dust under the force of his fists, leaving a massive chasm on the ground. Dust and debris covered the surroundings.
The process was so swift that the people inside didn’t even have time to scream before they turned to dust with the building.
As the dust settled, the massive structure was revealed.
Luk’s mountain-splitting, sea-parting punches had no effect on the white building, not even causing the slightest deformation.
But he only smiled in satisfaction and clenched his hand in the air.
In the domain surrounding the base, invisible slashes began to rampage. Each slash was powerful enough to split Gojo Satoru in half, making it a fatal wound for all ordinary people and most employees.
Inside the white building, short, sharp cries and screams echoed, amplifying in his perception, making Luk almost close his eyes in pleasure.
Is this the joy of unrestrained revenge, free from moral constraints?
Suddenly, dozens of massive gashes appeared on Luk’s chest, causing pain ten times worse than any normal wound. He frowned slightly.
"Feeling quite proud, are you, Derivative Number Three?"
A cold female voice rang out. A red-haired woman in black armor, holding a crimson sword and a star-shaped object, with a golden medal on her chest, appeared before him.
Luk’s fingers brushed over his wounds, and they began to heal.
"I recognize your voice."
"I will be the one to destroy you."
(End of Chapter)
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