Chapter 183: GOD-1291, Can This Lead to Enlightenment? Heavenly Blade Killing Move: Flame-Linked Col

Chapter 183: GOD-1291, Can This Lead to Enlightenment? Heavenly Blade Killing Move: Flame-Linked Color! (4K)



"The Little Match Girl?"

Xue Jing was taken aback and racked his brains to recall, vaguely remembering something about it.

He had browsed through the divine relic database website and had a general understanding of the relics he currently had access to.

Divine relics were objects, beings, or even fragments of human imagination imbued with the scattered divine blood of 'God' after His demise.

"GOD-1291, the Little Match Girl," Ning Yuantai's voice came through the receiver. "As the name suggests, it is related to the fairy tale, 'The Little Match Girl.'"

"GOD-1291 appears as an ordinary box of matches. When a match is lit, the user will see a little girl in front of their eyes. It is a very rare half-artifact, half-biological type of divine relic."

"The little girl presents an image of all the world's beauty combined to those who light the match."

"She exudes a terrifying allure and addictiveness. To see the little girl again, the owner of the relic will endlessly light matches, immersing themselves in her allure."

Ning Yuantai paused before continuing, "If that was all there was to it, it wouldn't be so bad. But as you know, all divine relics have side effects, and GOD-1291's is particularly severe. With each glimpse of the little girl, the user becomes increasingly disillusioned and even desperate about the reality where she doesn't exist."

"As the symptoms worsen, this desperation distorts, leading to a loathing for reality... Eventually, to fill the void when the matches run out, the user may engage in extreme behavior to confirm their sense of existence."

Xue Jing casually replied, "Oh? So, you suspect that this 'Flayer' is a perverted otaku with a copper fetish?"

Ning Yuantai hesitated, "Er... I suppose you could say that."

Xue Jing nodded, "I understand, and I am quite interested in this matter... Send me the information."

Ning Yuantai respectfully replied, "Yes, apologies for the disturbance. I will notify you immediately if there are any further developments."

After a few more exchanges, Xue Jing hung up the phone.

He took out his newly acquired B-grade accommodation certificate and pressed his right thumb on the face of 'God' on the front of the certificate.

Ten seconds later, the white lines that made up 'God's Death' started moving, rearranging themselves to form a string of letters and numbers at the bottom.

"SAD33$dfk^&"

Xue Jing took out his phone, logged into the official divine relic database website, and entered the dynamic password. He then clicked to enter the site, which displayed thousands of divine relic serial numbers.

Scrolling down quickly, he located GOD-1291 among the thousands and clicked on it.

GOD-1291: The Little Match Girl

Danger Level: B+

...

Xue Jing skipped the functional introduction and went straight to the experimental records at the bottom.

[ year month 13th day], Dr. lit a match and after 3 minutes and 24 seconds, the match burned out. Dr. immediately lit a second match.]



[3 minutes and 17 seconds later, the second match burned out, and Dr. wanted to light a third match, but was stopped by staff member . Dr. struggled and shouted, "I want to see her, don't stop me!"]



[ month 28th day], After a period of forced isolation, Dr. still exhibited strong withdrawal symptoms.]



[ month 3rd day], Under the orders of , Dr. was permitted unrestricted use of GOD-1291.]



[ month 29th day], With the assistance of Dr. , detailed data on GOD-1291 was obtained. When all the matches are used up, approximately 66 hours and 31 minutes later, 47-50 matches will regenerate in the matchbox. Each lit match lasts for approximately 3 minutes and cannot be extinguished by any means, nor can the stability of its flame be interfered with by external forces.]



[ month 6th day], During the period when GOD-1291 was used up and had not yet regenerated, Dr. killed staff member , who was delivering meals to the isolation room, and consumed their organ...]



[ month...]



After reading through the records, Xue Jing closed the website and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"In the fairy tale, the little girl saw beautiful illusions when she lit the matches."

"This thing lets you see a beautiful little girl when you light a match... What a twisted sense of humor this 'God' has."

Xue Jing shook his head and walked out of the room.

"Didn't Dad say he'd be back today?"

"What's the exact time?" Xue Jing asked as he walked into the kitchen.

His father, Xue Wen, was a calm and steady man, likely due to their complementary personalities. In contrast to his mother, Nan Jiayu, he was open-minded, generous with allowance, and respected his children's personal choices. He would even apologize to them if he was in the wrong—an ideal parent and a dream father-in-law for many.

Although unspoken, Xue Jing felt closer to his father than his mother.

"He said he'd be back in time for lunch... That's odd. He should be here by now. Let me give him a call."

Nan Jiayu stroked the cat as she took out her phone.

Before she could dial, her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Xue Wen.

Nan Jiayu raised an eyebrow and answered the call, putting the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"... "

"I understand."

"... "

"There's no other way... Alright."

After a brief conversation, she hung up, her youthful and beautiful face showing a hint of apology. "Dad says he has an urgent work matter and won't be able to make it back for New Year's. He asked me to apologize to you both."

Xue Wan couldn't hide his disappointment.

"Aw... That's too bad."

Xue Jing nodded understandingly and said, "That's how it is in the adult world. It can't be helped."

Xue Wan pouted, "You're not even an adult yet, and here you are acting like you know all about the corporate slave life."

...

In a hidden basement in the South District, a mummy-like figure wrapped in bandages from head to toe sat in a wheelchair. It was Li Chengxuan, his eyes dull and hopeless under the dim light.

A long-haired young man with serious dark circles under his eyes was examining Li Chengxuan, running his hands over his body.

"What a masterpiece," the young man praised, his voice hoarse. "I really want to have a chat with this person. Every cut was made to inflict maximum damage without causing death. Chengxuan is as good as crippled now. Unless those big companies give him a 'super surgery' and replace all his organs except his brain..."

He glanced at Li Chengxuan's vacant eyes and smiled.

"... But even if his body is healed, it won't do any good. His mind has been completely shattered by that Xue Jing."

At the mention of 'Xue Jing', Li Chengxuan seemed to be stimulated. His whole body started trembling like he was being electrocuted, and his vacant eyes filled with overwhelming fear.

"Ugh—Ugh—Ahhhhhh!!!"

He struggled, causing his wheelchair to tip backward, and he fell to the ground, still twitching and trembling as he lay there, covering his head with his hands, terrified.

"Looks like there's no saving him," the young man said with a smile.

A slender short-haired young woman standing beside them frowned, unable to bear the sight. "Senior Zhang, Little Junior Brother is already miserable enough. Please don't provoke him anymore."

Senior Zhang shrugged, "I didn't mean to, Junior Sister Chen."

Junior Sister Chen furrowed her brows. "What happened to you, Senior Zhang? You used to be the one who cared for Little Junior Brother the most..."

"People change, it's normal," Senior Zhang said nonchalantly.

He turned to look at his master, Jiao Hongyuan, who had been silent the whole time.

"Master, why did you call us here?"

He asked casually. "Don't mind me, but I'm actually quite busy and not very free..."

Jiao Hongyuan gave him a look. "Busy? Do you really think I don't know what you've been up to since you came back?"

Senior Zhang narrowed his eyes. "Oh? What do you know?"

Jiao Hongyuan's face suddenly paled, and he took out a few paper towels to cover his mouth as he started coughing violently.

"Cough!! Cough, cough—!!!"

It took a while for him to regain his breath.

The paper towels were now soaked with blood, dark and ominous.

"... Our Jin Feng Dojo has reached a dead end."

His face showed fatigue, and his once robust build had withered to that of an old man nearing his end. "You are my direct disciples... There's no escaping this. We're in this together."

"I called you here to warn you."

"Don't cause any trouble in the next few days. Behave yourselves, especially you, Ren Xu."

Jiao Hongyuan's gaze fell on Senior Zhang. "At least for the next half month, don't stir up any trouble... I don't know what you've been up to in the Inner Ring, but at least, for the sake of our past master-disciple relationship, don't make things difficult for me."

"He turned to the young woman with the surname Chen, 'Wenyan, keep an eye on him and don't let him out of your sight.'"

Chen Wenyuan nodded, "I understand, Master."

Zhang Renxu clicked his tongue but remained silent.

"In three days, it will be Zong Jingui's 70th birthday banquet. He has an excellent disciple who has already established himself in the Inner Ring, and we will inevitably have to cause trouble for them in the future... All the direct disciples of the Jingui must attend that day."

"Absolutely no trouble, is that clear?"

Jiao Hongyuan instructed solemnly.

...

At 11:30 p.m.

In half an hour, it would be New Year's Day, and the time would enter the new era 268, leaving the old era 267 behind.

Xue Jing stood on the balcony, his elbows resting on the railing, a bottle of Coke in his right hand, gazing up at the sky.

"Bang—Bang—"

Fireworks burst in the air, their multicolored lights reflecting on his face, making it even more dazzling.

Meow-Meow sat on the railing, her tail flicking back and forth, keeping him company as he watched the fireworks.

His phone kept vibrating in his pocket, filled with New Year's greetings from friends and family, but Xue Jing ignored them, content to enjoy the fireworks and his drink.

As he gazed at the colorful fireworks reflected in his irises, a profound realization came to him.

The fleeting nature of the fireworks, their brief but intense brilliance, held a universal truth that everyone acknowledged.

Unconsciously, Xue Jing's irises shifted to a divine silver.

The fleeting nature of the fireworks, their destiny to burn out so quickly, was also decreed by Heaven...

"Ah Jing, let's go set off some fireworks too!"

Xue Wan excitedly pushed open the glass door to the balcony and called out.

Unknowingly, she caught sight of Xue Jing's silver irises, reflecting the vibrant, multicolored fireworks.

In that moment, she was captivated by an indescribable, absolute beauty, freezing her in place.

After an unknown amount of time, Xue Jing snapped out of his trance, and the silver hue faded from his irises.

A prompt appeared on the panel.

['You gained insight while admiring the fireworks, gaining +1567 Soldier Strike experience points!']



['You gained insight while admiring the fireworks, gaining +1849 Observation • Truth experience points!']



He turned to see Xue Wan standing at the door, dazed, and snapped his fingers in front of her.

"Snap out of it."

Xue Wan's expression cleared, and a blush spread across her beautiful face.

How could she... be so mesmerized by her little brother's good looks that she stood there in a daze?

How embarrassing...

Xue Wan cleared her throat, "What just happened? Why did your eyes change color?"

Xue Jing smiled and casually replied, "I just gained a new insight into the martial arts while watching the fireworks."

Xue Wan was skeptical, "What insight can you gain from watching fireworks? This isn't a wuxia novel..."

Xue Jing smiled but didn't explain further, simply saying, "Let's go. Didn't you want to set off some fireworks?"

Xue Wan's eyes lit up, "Oh yes, let's go quickly. I know a great spot..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Xue Jing vanished from her side.

The next moment, he reappeared at the door.

A brilliant trail of colorful flames stretched from the balcony to the door, lingering in the air.

"What... What is this?" Xue Wan asked, eyes wide.

Xue Jing, tying his shoes, replied, "A new technique I just realized... Hmm, let's call it 'Flame-Linked Color.'"

Heavenly Blade Killing Move: Flame-Linked Color.

This was a new application of the Heavenly Blade that he had inexplicably realized while observing the fireworks.

The Heavenly Blade... This martial art was a transformation he had realized from the 'Asura Blade' state, and it only existed as a concept without any specific techniques or methods of exerting force.

Therefore, the killing moves and ultimate moves derived from the Heavenly Blade were also quite 'abstract.'

Cherry Full Moon and Flame-Linked Color were both techniques without specific methods of exerting force, relying solely on spiritual power.

And this newly realized 'Flame-Linked Color' was an instant burst technique.

By using spiritual power to interfere with one's reality, it simulated the fleeting nature of fireworks, instantly bursting forward to strike down enemies.

Like Cherry Full Moon, although it lacked the full-screen special effect of Cherry Full Moon, it also had a special effect due to the overflow of spiritual power.

It would leave a trail of colorful fireworks in its wake...

"This is so beautiful and amazing! I want to learn it too, can you teach me, Brother Jing~"

Xue Wan's eyes sparkled as she hugged Xue Jing's arm and pouted cutely.

Xue Jing chuckled, "Sure, next time."

...

(End of Chapter)

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