Chapter 190: Despicable Me (Conclusion)
Chapter 190: Despicable Me (Conclusion)
La Bit’s kick slammed into Fast’s face, sending a spray of silver liquid gushing from his mouth and nose. Two silver teeth flew through the air like shrapnel.
Compared to the physical pain, Fast was far more troubled by one question—why?
“Cough… spitting blood, Fast glared at Feng Bu Jue in disbelief. “Wha… what’s going on? You clearly had them trapped just now…”
“That was all an act for your benefit,” Feng Bu Jue replied.
“No way! La Bit’s illusions—I…” Fast only managed half his sentence before La Bit cut him off.
“It was a true form,” La Bit interrupted, scratching its paw on the ground. “I know you can distinguish phantoms from real people, but have you ever seen me use localized illusions on a true form before?”
As it spoke, La Bit mimed slitting its own throat with a rabbit paw. A gaping wound erupted across its neck, spewing blood like a crimson waterfall. “Want me to demonstrate more? How about a scene where my heart gets ripped out?” Before Fast could blink, the illusion vanished—wound, bloodstains, everything—leaving no trace. “What you saw earlier? Just bullets grazing my face, followed by an instant explosion of my head. Bi Li’s ‘injuries’ were the same.”
“Your first mistake,” Feng Bu Jue chimed in, “was overconfidence in your mud-puppet tricks. Every time you let them ‘kill’ your clay doppelgänger, you skimmed the surface without truly studying their abilities. If you’d paid closer attention during those remote-controlled battles, you’d have grasped far more details—especially how those three prisoners adapt and evolve in combat.”
Bi Li added, “You brought this on yourself. After we fell for your puppet schemes multiple times, you claimed to possess the ‘Time Lord’s curse.’ From then on, your defenses grew lax. You barely resisted our escape attempts, letting us ‘kill’ you with ease.” He paused. “I did wonder why a new jailer like you was so much weaker than Samo Di Er. But your ‘curse’ narrative fooled me… until now.”
Fast growled, “You planned this elaborate deception before even coming in here?”
“Hardly elaborate,” Feng Bu Jue shrugged. “Just a simple performance. I suggested it on a hunch, gambling you’d fall for it. Even if I’d failed, we’d have lost nothing—a harmless charade. And if your ‘curse’ theory had been real, the others would’ve returned, handed me a gun, and I’d have shot you anyway.”
……
Ten minutes earlier…
Feng Bu Jue glanced at the trio beside him, shrugged, and strode toward the prison door.
He reached the handle, his hand hovering—but paused.
He froze, eyes narrowing in thought.
“Hey! What now? Are you done stalling?” La Bit snapped.
“No… something’s off,” Feng Bu Jue muttered. “You’ve been fooled.”
“You’re not backing out for the compensation, are you?” La Bit’s voice rose.
“Quiet,” Bi Li cut in, sensing Feng Bu Jue’s urgency. “Let him explain.”
Feng Bu Jue released the door handle and returned to the desk. “The ‘cycle of rebirth’ might work, but triggering it always requires killing Fast. That’s a flaw.”
“Infinite revival in a confined space isn’t unusual,” Ao Er Deng argued. “Even you—”
“It’s not the revival itself,” Feng Bu Jue interrupted. “If the Time Lord’s curse exists, why not set the trigger as any of you three discovering and exiting the door? That could provoke infighting.” He pointed toward the door. “Why make Fast’s death the catalyst?”
Ao Er Deng countered, “A jailer watches prisoners while alive, and rebirth activates when they die. Isn’t that logical?”
Feng Bu Jue laughed. “Only if the jailer outmatches you.” He turned to Bi Li. “You alone could kill Fast. Imagine if you two teamed up…”
Bi Li frowned. “So you’re saying…”
“Who told you about this rebirth theory?” Feng Bu Jue asked.
“Fast himself,” Bi Li replied.
“And before he became your jailer?” Feng Bu Jue pressed. “Did you know his strength compared to Samo Di Er?”
Bi Li nodded. “Fast was second only to the Twelve Time Keepers. Samo Di Er ranked tenth among them. When he guarded this prison, no monsters existed—no rebirth cycle. We stayed in our cells, powerless. Even uniting, even ambushing, we couldn’t defeat Samo Di Er.”
Feng Bu Jue folded his arms. “There’s your answer. If the Time Lord’s replacement couldn’t handle you, why send him? Why not just cast the curse directly?” He lifted his gaze. “Fast’s presence proves the Time Lord trusted his capability. But Fast’s methods aren’t brute force—he’s got tricks.”
He sneered. “And those ‘tricks’? From an outsider’s view, if such a curse existed, why not station an aggressive boar at the door instead of a jailer?”
He raised a finger. “My conclusion? The curse is a lie.”
La Bit opened his mouth to ask—but Feng Bu Jue cut him off. “No time. Listen to my plan.”
……
Back to the present, moments before Feng Bu Jue’s poison reached its lethal ten-minute mark.
“Of course, I had selfish motives,” Feng Bu Jue told Fast. “I suspect the last potion’s with you. But killing you might not guarantee I get it. So I needed to trick you into handing it over.”
“Negotiation was pointless. You yourself said, based on your logic, my assumption was correct—that opening this door meant hostility. But I flipped your prediction to my advantage.”
“I learned much from Bi Li’s intel. You’d studied my information since acquiring the potion, predicting my actions. Knowing you assumed I’d ally with them, I staged a betrayal to shatter your assumptions.”
“Seeing is believing. That’s why I used 【Evil King’s Flame Black Dragon Wave】after the ambush. Bi Li’s gunshot injury was fake—his body was intact. We’d agreed: if I unleashed the technique, he’d absorb the blow and vanish under the black flame’s cover.”
“Ao Er Deng’s final words? Subtle confirmation that my betrayal shocked them, making it seem authentic.”
“Your plan worked—Ao Er Deng’s retreat convinced you all was true. You dropped your guard, handing me the potion and appearing in true form, desperate to gloat to someone who’d (supposedly) join your side. After decades of deception, you needed an audience, didn’t you?”
Fast spat, “And aren’t you gloating now?”
“This isn’t gloating,” Feng Bu Jue grinned. “It’s end-of-life care. Can’t have you dying confused.” He used the antidote. A system prompt echoed:
【Current task completed. Main quest fully completed.】
【Scenario completed. Automatic teleportation in 60 seconds.】
“You’re right,” Ao Er Deng hissed into Fast’s ear. “You’ll die, and I guarantee you’ll learn the word ‘horror’ before your last breath.”
La Bit crackled its claws, eyes gleaming with rabbit-fist fervor.
Fast glared at Feng Bu Jue, hatred burning in his eyes. “Why help them? Know the cost of defying the Time Lord?”
Bi Li surprised everyone by asking, “Why not betray us? If ten minutes ago, you’d stormed in alone, you’d still have succeeded. A sudden betrayal would’ve changed nothing. You could’ve finished the quest without earning the Time Lord’s wrath.”
Feng Bu Jue chuckled. “I considered the wrath. But secrets die with us. Who’d know I’m involved? I’m just a wandering outsider, a minor Npc. You three kill Fast, escape—no one leaks the truth. What did I do? Not me. Not my hands. Not my bullets.” He smirked, shamelessly shrugging off blame. “Why help? I already explained…” His grin widened, madness dancing in his eyes. “I’ve never been on the ‘lawful’ side.”
(End of Chapter)
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