Chapter 99: A Simple Calculation Problem

She opened her eyes, and a scorched desert wasteland came into view, the air twisting and rising under the scorching of the sun.

Yang Yi felt weak and limp all over, her strength completely exhausted.

Even though the other personality had merged with her, and even though the black hole vortex she had formed surpassed Him, He remained the source of the vortex, far more adept at understanding and wielding this power.

She had merely gained some abilities through being parasitized, like a shrub parasitized by dodder; though she obtained a portion of His abilities where the two merged, the parasite gained far more. Perhaps one day, she would be drained of her nutrients by Him and die.

Only the combined power of the two personalities had barely managed to temporarily suppress the fragment of the Evil God. Her spiritual form was injured and weak, and her body could barely support her anymore.

Floating before her eyes was a massive mass of energy source, larger, more abundant, and more tempting than the one in the Misty Town incident.

Like a traveler who hadn't had a drop of water in a week in the desert, she instinctively reached out to draw it in and absorb it; the moment she touched it, she shivered all over, remembering where this energy source had come from.

The altar still flickered, its patterns resembling blood vessels transporting blood, condensing threads of energy before the stone chair, waiting only for her to enjoy.

Where did this energy come from? —She suddenly woke up; the delicious, tempting energy instantly turned bloody and foul, and she abruptly withdrew her hand.

Only then did Yang Yi realize she was seated in the stone chair at the center of the altar, her hands resting on the armrests on either side, looking down on all things.

She suddenly stood up, but her vision went black, her body went limp, her limbs felt as if they weren't hers, and she fell onto the altar.

The patterns carved all over the altar seemed to sense her condition, flickering with a blood-red light, pouring streams of abundant power into her body.

She came to her senses, suppressed her anger, and screamed: "Get out!" She waved her hand, intending to unleash all her telekinesis to strike the altar hard.

However, the force of the stone's recoil was equal to the force she exerted; "Crack—" her fingers broke.

Where is my telekinesis? Where is my telekinesis?

Ignoring the pain, Yang Yi tumbled and crawled down from the altar, and the energy on the altar finally stopped flowing into her.

She panted heavily for a moment, cold sweat dripping from her forehead; just those few steps had left her gasping like a dog that had run thousands of miles. Her face twisted, "My telekinesis! Where did my telekinesis go? Is this your doing?"

"What? After you threatened me, you still want to possess telekinesis far beyond your kind? The telekinesis amplification was given by me; without me, you could only manipulate a little dust! As long as I wish, I can take it back at any time!" His tone was somewhat weak, and beneath the indifference hid a hint of anger that was hard to discern.

Yang Yi, of course, knew where this anger came from, but this was not the time for schadenfreude; a huge fact had knocked her senseless: the altar was still continuously drawing in human life force, yet she had lost her telekinesis!

Without telekinesis, what could she do? She was just a waste of space...

The projection in another world continued to draw in life force; semi-transparent lines flickered with tiny sparks, like the scythe of Death waving endlessly.

Not giving up, she extended her palm, condensed her spiritual power to its strongest, and a few grains of sand slowly floated up at her will.

Once so powerful, her telekinesis could now only manipulate a few grains of sand.

Her fists slammed violently onto the ground, and Yang Yi screamed madly: "Give it back! Give my telekinesis back!!!" Gravel seeped into her wounds, the broken bone ends pierced through her flesh, protruding from the back of her hand, yet she noticed none of this; fear and anger had completely shattered her reason.

She had imagined countless times losing that huge lottery ticket, returning to the status of an ordinary person; she would bid farewell to colleagues she had spent a month with, painfully leave the dreamy Chris, and casually cast aside the power, status, and honor she once had—perhaps when she hadn't obtained them, she had been curious about these things, but after obtaining them, she cared even less; she could wave her sleeves lightly at any time, taking not a single cloud away—she had even envisioned her future life: the state had given her a huge sum of money, enough for her to squander for a lifetime, and she only wanted to rent a mountain in Shenshan and spend the rest of her life quietly and peacefully...

She had long been prepared to lose her superpowers at any time—but certainly not now.

Certainly not at the moment when millions of innocent lives were about to be taken by a stone, certainly not at the moment when countless living human lives were about to die miserably.

That was sixty-seven million lives! Every single one, like her, could laugh, cry, love, and hate.

If she heard that a war had broken out abroad, claiming sixty-seven million lives, aside from surprise, she would feel nothing. But it absolutely could not be these sixty-seven million people being harvested before her eyes, when she originally had the chance to stop it!

He let out a cold laugh, feeling extremely pleased.

Yang Yi finally stopped venting; she felt her vision go black, the world spinning around her.

Stop! Calm down! She told herself: If she let her emotions get too agitated, she might faint, and then there would be no chance left.

She struggled to suppress the boiling emotions in her heart, looked around, and tried to find something that could destroy the altar.

Except for sand, it was just sand. This was another place abandoned by the gods, even more desolate than the world with two blood moons.

Her heart, which had just calmed, sank again; despair attacked once more.

Suddenly, she climbed madly onto the altar, pounding with her fists, stomping with her feet, ramming with her elbows, and biting with her teeth, venting all her hatred, resentment, anger, and loathing on the altar, as if this altar were her greatest enemy in this life.

But this enemy stood immovable, as solid and sturdy as an alloy; her blood spilled all over the ground, slowly seeping into the altar and disappearing.

"Please—" Yang Yi said in a low voice, "give my telekinesis back."

He was extremely delighted, yet his tone remained indifferent, "Unless you are willing to be merged by me."

"Idiot! I absolutely will not agree!" It flew into a rage, "What do those people have to do with us? They aren't even your compatriots! We barely managed to temporarily suppress Him; do you want to sacrifice ourselves for these mere humans? I am not that great! If you dare do this, I will fight you to the death first!"

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

Yang Yi's head rested against the edge of the altar, her body slumped powerlessly, and she remained motionless.

Suddenly, her whole body began to tremble, and the amplitude of the tremors grew larger and larger, accompanied by low laughter; the low chuckle gradually grew louder, sounding somewhat manic, containing infinite desolation and a hint of indescribable relief.

She slowly raised her head; her pupils were black as dark clouds pressing down on the city, and blood on her forehead gave her cold face a strange, alluring quality.

"Fine, I understand." Yang Yi stumbled to her feet, head bowed, her messy hair stuck together with blood, looking utterly wretched, "Vader was right; this is a simple calculation problem..."

She staggered toward that mass of energy source, toward that mass of life force formed by the fusion of her own kind, toward that mass of life force she had previously avoided and loathed with all her heart, toward that mass of sin.

She realized that from now on, she would no longer be a purely conscientious person with moral boundaries; she would be alienated into a monster, a fallen addict.

She reached out her hand, and the life force, like a puppy finally accepted by its master, happily leaped into her body.

At the same time, the light of the altar's projection flashed violently, and all the drawn-in life force converged toward her.

A surge of abundant power flowed into her body, like a dry riverbed finally welcoming a once-in-a-century storm.

She involuntarily closed her eyes, revealing the enjoyment of an addict taking heroin.

The more she suppressed her craving, the greater the pleasure when she obtained it—such a sinful enjoyment...

"Truly hypocritical..." His sigh held no anger at all, but rather a pleasure in seeing things go as he wished.

It was extremely excited, "Well done, just like that! I told you countless times, you should have done this long ago..."

Yang Yi remained silent, as if she hadn't heard their words.

Her body was filled with power again; though far from her peak, it was enough to destroy the altar.

Her slender body slowly floated into the air, her telekinesis forming an invisible giant blade that struck the altar down with a fierce blow.