Chapter 633: Shatter the Illusion

The dead cannot die again.

Under the Abyss's passive effect, Lin An nearly turned his mental power into a sonic weapon, dealing massive high‑vibration heat damage in an instant.

The chunk of flesh held in mid‑air by telekinesis, after being worn down repeatedly, shattered into its basic material structure.

But the system's alert tone still did not sound.

His face darkened.

Under hyper‑efficient thinking, Lin An quickly realized where the problem lay.

It was not the true body.

What he killed was not the monster's true form, or the opponent did not rely on a physical body to survive.

The moment his thought rose, the air in the elevator parked on the top floor twisted.

0.1 seconds later, the previously vanished Pu Zhengyan reappeared inside it.

A loop?

His thought stalled.

As if the scene had sped up, Lin An felt a slight ripple envelop him.

The next second.

He found himself in a room.

The lighting was warm, the room's furnishings resembled a hotel suite.

An illusion? A phantom?

Noticing that only he was inside the room, Lin An's face involuntarily turned cold.

Turns out it's an illusion attack—could it be a psychic‑type mutant?

After drawing a mechanical compass with a backhand, his heart calm, he prepared to activate the Illusion‑Breaking Skill.

No matter how special your ability is.

I'll just smash straight out with my mental power!

Just as he was about to activate the skill, the scene before his eyes twisted.

Sir...

The voice was tempting.

All I saw was on the immaculate white bed in the room, Li Enzhu suddenly appeared, dressed provocatively.

She gazed at Lin An with a dazed look, her delicate lips slightly parted.

Do you like me?

Like a moan, the atmosphere was flirtatious.

As she spoke, she slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, her face flushed.

You can do whatever you want...

The scene was striking.

Vast expanses of snow‑white skin, under the light, resembled warm porcelain.

Almost as the moan sounded, Li Enzhu on the bed slipped off her clothing, sitting cross‑legged without reservation.

You're asking for death...

No reaction.

Lin An coldly regarded the guest on the bed, showing no emotional fluctuation.

One must admit, the illusion was indeed real; even he could detect no abnormality.

He noticed that Lin An wasn't interested.

The Li Enzhu on the bed suddenly changed her demeanor, as if truly present, her face timid with a hint of self‑mockery as she looked at him:

Do you think I'm being vulgar toward you?

Just like being delivered to your mouth, utterly without dignity?

But what can I do?

As she spoke, her eye sockets grew a little moist, her emotions suddenly flaring:

I don't want this either...

Her voice carried a sob.

'I'm clearly trying hard to survive!'

I hate the apocalypse! I really do!

Why is it so unfair! Why am I just an ordinary person!

What exactly did I do wrong.

I also want to survive on my own, but this damned apocalypse simply gave me no way to live!

Why... I've never caused trouble for anyone...

I'm afraid of those monsters, but each time I force myself to muster courage to face them...

I will also go fight, I am also struggling to survive...

Pear blossoms with rain, Li Enzhu as if confiding, unwilling to accept the world's injustice.

I just need one chance...

I'm not greedy... I just want that tiny bit of pity.

I won't cling to you.

Just like a real scene.

At this moment, Li Enzhu seemed to have been dragged into this environment, her realism such that Lin An chose to temporarily hold back.

Noticed a slight fluctuation in Lin An's emotions.

"Li Enzhu" hastily wiped a tear, trying to get closer and grab his hand, eyes full of pleading:

"Sorry to have embarrassed you."

"Wait until the twin stars..."

"Tsk."

One sword pierces the heart.

Gripping Cain's Blade's hilt, Lin An's eyes flashed with a faint emotion, then his wrist jerked.

Power flowed into the blade, instantly shaking Li Enzhu, who had been pierced through the heart, into a mist of blood.

"Your acting is terrible."

Sheathing his long sword, Lin An looked toward the room's corner, his mental power constantly searching.

You dare to conjure a person right before my eyes?

Do you really think I'm an idiot?

"Exposed!"

After the mechanical compass activated, it suddenly shot out a white beam of light.

The image began to shake.

After Lin An became conscious and tried to break through this illusion, the monster lurking in the dark grew anxious.

The next second.

The blood‑stained sheets renewed themselves, and the room's furnishings reappeared.

This time, Han Youzhen appeared.

"Equipment... I'll return it to you."

"Thank you very much for your help."

Han Youzhen lightly bit her lip, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Actually I..."

"Bang!"

The skull shattered.

Lin An remained expressionless, not giving "Han Youzhen" a chance to perform, and directly struck down her illusion.

The mechanical compass kept activating.

In less than two seconds, the whole room suddenly became somewhat blurry and shaky.

On Han Youzhen's face, blown apart by the blast, a flash of disbelief crossed her eyes at the last moment.

Even the disguised monster seemed shocked that Lin An could be so ruthless.

You just killed it like that?

The illusion was realistic enough that, in its limited cognition, most survivors drawn into the environment would be hypnotized into it.

Even if they realized it was fake, they could not resist being driven by desire...

The fantasy regenerated.

This time, it was Wen Ya.

Having stolen memories from thoughts, the second‑level mutant adept at mental attacks instinctively simulated the desires humans should have.

The scene changed.

That was the former core stronghold of Long'an Base.

Inside the study.

Wen Ya, wearing a combat uniform and exposing her waist, looked at him with a bright smile.

Her neat ponytail swayed behind her head, making her look spirited and capable.

"Lin An, I like you..."

"What did you call me over to see?"

"Bang..."

At the Mumba Guesthouse, on the pristine white sheets.

"Let me become..."

"Bang"

"Damn Lin An!"

The rain poured down.

In the field beside Wolma Highway, Mo Ling stood barefoot in the muddy rainwater, traces of blood seeping from her shoulders.

The rain soaked the ground; not far away, several corpses infected by red spiders lay crawling.

She felt somewhat wronged.

"You abandoned me again!"

Lin An, continuously operating the mechanical compass, saw a familiar scene and his expression involuntarily froze.

After a slight hesitation, a flash of sword light passed by.

Realizing that Lin An was like an efficient machine, devoid of emotion.

The reappearing scene turned into the capital square.

With solemn expressions, millions of soldiers in uniform fervently gazed at him on the stage.

On the podium, a middle‑aged general with a blurred face solemnly opened his mouth:

"Please welcome the highest authority of the capital...!"

"Boom!!"

The spirit storm destroyed the scene.

After noticing that the Second Level Mutant had shifted its strategy, intending to confuse him with authority, Lin An merely let out a light chuckle.

"Too fake."

"After I take that step, that place will only be called Long An..."