Chapter 448: So-Called Reversal

How could this be... how could this be!!!

Gao Tian asked himself a heart-wrenching question, his whole body trembling with fear.

He madly rushed into the defense tower, only to find two corpses with their heads severed.

Each tiny red spider tried to crawl away quickly.

Spider Maker! Again, a Spider Maker!

Among the stimulants rolling on the ground, a spider constantly swam inside a transparent test tube.

He had seen this scene before in the Spider Maker's lair.

Powerless, he couldn't stop it in time.

The newly appeared mutant could actually hover in midair—clearly a power only a third-rank possessor would have.

Although the thousand-eyed zombie also froze aside when the white shadow appeared, facing a third-rank, Lin Dui would have no hope of survival at all.

At its peak, perhaps there was still a chance to escape.

But now.

The whole field fell dead silent, locked in a stalemate.

People despondently watched the newly appeared monster, feeling as if heaven had played a huge joke on them.

It was merely a city-defense mission; why burden us with so many obstacles?

The greatest despair is the destruction that follows the giving of hope.

Inside the Wangjiang Meeting Room, Wang Meng's lips moved as if to say something, but he couldn't speak, turning it into a sigh.

The situation remained deadlocked; Lin An, fallen to the ground, was obviously severely injured.

The spiritual energy on his body dimmed to the point of a candle about to go out at any moment.

As long as the thousand-eyed zombie lightly kicked, Lin An would die instantly on the spot.

Not to mention the suddenly appearing third-rank mutant.

Plagued by misfortune...

How ridiculous.

Watching the strongest awakened one he had ever seen about to die before his eyes, Wang Meng actually felt a sense of regret in his heart.

Huang Yan beside him remained silent, his gaze complex.

"All I can say is..."

"Heaven toys with people..."

"Commander... even if Lin An agrees to launch the missiles, once the third-rank appears, he will still die."

"Unsolvable."

"No matter how you think about it, this situation is unsolvable."

Dazed, lost in spirit.

He couldn't help but think of himself.

This apocalypse truly leaves no room for survival.

Even Lin An, this strong, would fail.

We... really have any hope?

Time ticked by second by second, and the entire battlefield's center fell into an eerie silence.

The thousand-eyed zombie controlled by the Spider Maker could no longer restrain itself; its somewhat anthropomorphic eyes showed a hint of fear.

It feared the white shadow that appeared in an instant.

Was it coming to snatch food?

Under the intense chill, the intelligent Spider Maker didn't know what it was thinking.

No one knew.

After three seconds, it tentatively wanted to attack Lin An.

The man beneath its feet had destroyed his own body and his own nest.

For revenge, to devour Lin An, it had lain in wait all the way to now.

The opportunity to kill Lin An lay right before it; it had plotted far too much.

Although I don't know why this third-rank isn't moving, as a fellow monster, at worst we could split its corpse in half.

The earth quaked, a black shadow pressed down.

The speed of the descent was very slow.

Amid doubt and unease, the Spider Maker strained to control the thousand-eyed zombie to launch an attack.

Only the icy cold around that white shadow was too terrifying; it even felt its thoughts might freeze, let alone its movements.

Everyone despondently watched the giant foot stepping toward Lin An; many indignant people couldn't help but tremble all over and close their eyes.

We lost..

We failed...

Really... I hate it so much.

However, unlike others' reactions.

An Jing Tian merely stared blankly at the white shadow, at that cold silhouette.

Incredulous, shocked, fearful, yet harboring a glimmer of hope.

He tried to reach out, trying to prevent all of this from happening.

But his voice seemed stuck in his throat; under extreme emotional agitation, he could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded.

The black shadow above his head slowly pressed down.

Lin An likewise stood dazed in place, as if even the attempt to flee had been given up.

He stared at the white figure floating in midair, feeling his heart tremble.

His figure swayed, the blood at his wound sealed within the scorched black flesh.

He blankly gazed at those familiar eyes, at that face.

"AnXia..."

"Is it you.."

"AnXia.."

The voice was very soft, yet carried a deep sorrow.

Lin An could not understand how AnXia had suddenly appeared here, nor could he understand how she had become a third-rank monster.

Gazing at the sister he missed day and night as if cut by a knife, Lin An felt his heart tremble.

How many times had he, in the dead of night, hated himself for not being faster, hated the scum he had crushed.

Countless times he had fantasized about finding AnXia, fantasized about the scene of rescuing her.

But.

The aura erupting from the suddenly appearing AnXia not only froze the thousand-eyed zombies, but also blocked his attempt to unleash a reversal.

If AnXia wanted to kill him, then all struggle would be meaningless.

A reversal could at most raise him to a false third rank, which could in no way oppose the third-rank AnXia.

In the soft calling, the white figure floating in midair seemed unmoved.

She, it seemed, no longer remembered Lin An.

"You don't remember me anymore..."

"I'm Lin An..."

Despair and pain surged in his heart; if one were to speak of his two greatest obsessions after being reborn, one was revenge against Tang Wan's family, the other was rescuing the AnXia siblings.

At present, it seemed everything would turn to bubbles.

The AnXia who had fallen to third rank seemed merely to be indifferently awaiting her own death.

After she herself died, after everyone died, AnXia would sink as a monster into this apocalypse.

Under violent emotional fluctuations, Lin An felt his thoughts beginning to detach.

In silence, the number on the panel representing the Fearful Body's progress began to jump.

(Let me..)

(Come out...!!)

A violent voice from within his heart roared.

Time stagnated.

The Spider Maker horrifiedly discovered he could not control his body, and even the torrential rain pouring down around him halted in midair.

It was not a solidification of will; truly everything had solidified!

The ant about to be stepped on underfoot actually burst forth with fear that made it want to self-destruct.

Who exactly is the monster!?

An endless darkness, from the twisted power of the spirit,

Almost at the moment the voice appeared, the will in Lin An's pupils was rapidly filled with black.

(Idiot!)

(What are you hesitating for!?)

Cruel, like a demonic hell's roar, it echoed in his thoughts.

At the moment time stopped.

(Do you want to kill everyone!?)

(AnXia doesn't remember you at all! She merely followed her residual instinct!)

(Because of your hesitation, because of your stupidity, how many have you killed?)

(Even a tiny insect can calculate you; how laughable, do you really think you can survive the apocalypse?)

Earnest guidance, incitement.

Just like when facing the Fearful Eye.

At this moment, heaven and man are at war.

From the sealed memory deep in his heart arose a second thought, or rather, a second self.

The voice grew increasingly urgent.

The inner voice repeatedly urged him.

(Hand it over to me! Let me out!)

(I am the Lin An who makes everyone fearful; do you remember correctly? You actually know who you are, right!?)

(Let me out! We were originally one!)

The voice was brutal and bloodthirsty, striking Lin An's thoughts deep within like a heavy hammer, seeking to shatter the concealed memory seal.

From the memory purged from the Long'an Project.

When Lin An's inner voice said that "he" could rescue AnXia and settle everything, the last trace of reason in Lin An's eyes gradually faded.

Perhaps he really should give up.

"Lin An" was right; he had made too many mistakes all along.

If it were him, nothing would have happened...

Yes, I certainly remember who I am.

Long'an Project final test subject, ID 99067...

Edge of the battlefield.

Among the crowd seemingly frozen by the rules, Chu An, with a calm gaze, loaded the bullet filled with antitoxin serum.

Effortlessly and leisurely.

"I've been waiting for you, waiting for so long..."

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out.

The bullet, tracing time-like ripples in the air, carried a hint of white light, then shot straight toward AnXia's chest.

The true reversal begins with my hand...

Not the Causal Sequence.

Muttering to oneself.