Chapter 184: Fearless
Chapter 184: Fearless
Chen Chuan's tone was calm yet powerful, and everyone present could clearly sense the unwavering strength and determination emanating from his words.
"Heh..."
Wei Jun's expression turned regretful as he patted the metal railing, "Is that so."
He suddenly chuckled, "Do you know? Shen Zheng died right here, yes, in this very factory. You might have known this before coming, but do you know how he died?"
He continued, "We found Shen Zheng's long-lost younger sister. They had been separated for five years, and it was our good intentions that brought them together here. You must be thinking that I threatened him with his sister's life? No, that would be too crude. We merely wanted his sister to witness the consequences of going against us, and as for you..."
His gaze fell, "You'll find out soon enough. You will experience everything he did." As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.
At that moment, a series of loud bangs echoed, and all the spotlights around them turned off. The entire factory was illuminated by the lights in the corners and above, making the surroundings bright and clear.
The intricate patterns on the walls and floors became visible. They were painted with various colors, forming chaotic lines as if drawn with a mixture of crimson blood and sewage sludge.
These lines extended from the walls, crisscrossing towards the ground and above, eventually converging at Chen Chuan's current position!
"Three years ago, Shen Zheng stood right where you are now," Wei Jun's voice reverberated through the vast factory.
The members of the Mutual Aid Society on both sides couldn't help but look down, anticipating what was about to happen next.
These patterns originated from a secret ritual of the Duality Cult, specifically designed to invoke a being known as the Duality Heart Demon through the ritual and enhance its abilities.
Once the ritual was initiated, anyone standing on the ritual pattern would be affected. With the entire factory floor covered in these patterns, anyone stepping inside would be subjected to the ritual, and the demon could be summoned at any time. However, standing on the central pattern would undoubtedly yield the best results.
Jiang Wei's suggestion to use spotlights to mark a path, forcing Chen Chuan to stand on that spot, proved to be a brilliant idea.
Once the Duality Heart Demon identified its target, it would attach itself to the person, resulting in two effects.
Firstly, any external attacks would cause no harm, but the sensation of pain and suffering would remain. Secondly, any damage inflicted by the target's own attacks would ultimately be endured by the target themselves.
Furthermore, under the influence of the Duality Heart Demon and the external ritual, various scenes of the target's fears and worries would be released into their mind, causing them to perceive imaginary enemies during their relentless attacks.
Shen Zheng was a formidable fighter, but what good did that do?
Bringing Shen Zheng's younger sister back was intended to induce anxiety and concern within him. However, this only fueled his imagination.
Shen Zheng likely saw his loved ones—his family, friends, mentors, and familiar faces—enduring various assaults and hardships, needing his rescue.
He could only desperately attack and protect what he held dear, but the more he fought, the more injured he became, as all the damage he inflicted ultimately rebounded onto himself.
The members of the Mutual Aid Society watched like spectators at a monkey show, witnessing Shen Zheng's self-inflicted harm. They took turns provoking, taunting, and goading Shen Zheng, enjoying his futile retaliation. In the end, he was tormented to death.
And now, the outcome would be no different.
After a brief wait, someone looked down and noticed that Chen Chuan was standing still without any reaction. "Why isn't he moving?"
"Yeah, why isn't he moving? Could there be a problem with the ritual?"
Wei Jun pondered for a moment, then understood, and heaved a sigh, "This guy probably doesn't have any attachments, so he's less affected by internal influences. But it's no problem; with just a little external stimulation, he'll confront his imagined fantasies. We'll get to see the show. Who's up for it?"
"I'll go first!" Shao Xiaobie shouted, brandishing a steel pipe in his hand. Excited, he descended the metal stairs, while the other members of the Mutual Aid Society watched with interest. However, someone seemed dissatisfied with him being the first, booing and claiming it was a setup.
Shao Xiaobie swung the steel pipe in front of Chen Chuan, and the impact was the same.
The laughter, hisses, and jeers in the arena abruptly ceased.
Chen Chuan slowly raised his hand, resting it on his shoulder, and then his fingers clenched, as if grasping an invisible object. His arm muscles tensed, and he slowly pulled outward.
As he moved, even those present could see a nearly transparent monster with two faces being slowly pulled out from his body!
The creature struggled and writhed in his hand, trying to break free, but it was to no avail against his powerful grip. Finally, a faint tearing sound was heard, like the ripping of cloth, as the creature was completely pulled out of his body.
Chen Chuan watched the monster squirm and flail, its two faces contorting in various expressions of terror and anger. He threw it to the ground, stepped on it, and with a squishing sound, like crushing a rotten bag, it burst open, turning into wisps of smoke that drifted away beneath his foot.
Before coming here, Chen Chuan had reviewed numerous files and consulted with Director Lei. He had a rough idea of Shen Zheng's cause of death and had made certain preparations.
Even now, he didn't know what this thing's purpose was, nor did he need to know. As long as his second self remained, neither the cult ritual nor the ghost stories would have any effect on him in a short time. He could sense that this thing was within his reach, so he directly grabbed and pulled out its physical form, crushing it underfoot!
The members of the Mutual Aid Society stared in shock at what had transpired.
They had come here today because Wei Jun had promised them a good show. They had full confidence in the cult ritual; after all, even Shen Zheng, with all his strength, had died during the ceremony.
This example proved that the method was reliable and feasible. They were eager to witness the humiliation of those who refused their goodwill and dared to cross the line. But the outcome seemed somewhat different this time.
At this moment, Chen Chuan looked up, his gaze falling on Wei Jun and the other members of the Mutual Aid Society. "Do you think I was invited by you this time?" he asked.
He smiled. "Actually, I came here to find you."
Wei Jun finally realized something was wrong. He had harbored a sliver of hope, but upon hearing Chen Chuan's words, he knew the ritual had completely failed.
Fear and anger rose within him, and he desperately backed away, shouting, "Fire! Kill him!"
The security personnel on the steel platform and in the corridors raised their guns, but only those on the left side made this move. Some wrists and guns fell to the ground, their limbs neatly sliced, revealing smooth wounds.
The others were stunned by this situation.
In a place unseen by them, where they had raised their guns, thin spider webs crisscrossed, invisible to the naked eye.
When Chen Chuan entered, he had placed the box containing the Tayan Combat Spider, allowing the spider to sneak into the factory under the cover of shadows.
This spider could secrete highly potent alienating silk. With the slightest external force, it could neatly slice through human bodies, making it an effective silent killer in an ambush scenario.
However, this was not the spider's primary offensive method. Its abdomen and eight limbs were implanted with special blades, and its crawling and jumping speed exceeded the reactions of ordinary fighters. Once it got close, it could effortlessly cut people into pieces.
The combat spider darted across the walls and ceiling, swiftly slicing through the security personnel who attempted to fire their guns. Wherever it passed, people lost limbs or had their heads severed, their screams filling the air.
In its command mode, those holding guns and shooting were the primary threats to be eliminated first.
Despite the combat spider's speed, the spacious factory area and the large number of people meant it could only target a specific area, while others could shoot without restraint.
Chen Chuan glanced at the raised gun muzzles aimed at him, took a deep breath, and his second self merged with him. At that moment, everything around him seemed to slow down.
The gun muzzles appeared to be slowly rising and shifting away from him.
He stepped forward, and with each stride, the patterned floor beneath him spread out with fine cracks.
The gun muzzles finally spat fire, but the bullets fell behind him. The Snow Lady Sword slowly slid out of its sheath, revealing its sharp blade.
He lunged forward, making a wide arc, and with a heavy stomp, he leaped onto a platform. Looking at the row of security personnel still firing downward, he leaned forward, and the Snow Lady Sword's glow flashed. In the next moment, he appeared at the other end of the corridor.
The dozen people in the corridor froze for a moment, and then their bodies fell apart, their limbs severed, landing on the steel plates below.
(End of Chapter)
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