Chapter 991: What I Want

No! We must initiate the aberrant mutation!

Watching the life force plummet rapidly in the simulated health bar, Lin An's heart sank, and he shouted loudly at the Second Will.

The method to open the aberrant mutation via the fragment was in the opponent's hands; he remembered it clearly—his first aberrant mutation had been completed under the Second Will's forced control.

Hesitation, silence.

The Second Will let out a rare sigh.

The development of the situation also exceeded his expectations.

He also hadn't expected that, under the Meme's full infusion, the Death Spirit Lord had actually mastered the ability to teleport.

Although he had also wondered whether the Death Spirit Lord might possess this trait, who would have thought that the teleportation ability of one incarnated as the Death Spirit Lord would be strengthened to the point of instantaneous teleportation?

Now thinking about it, teleportation is probably one of the abilities of the ghost infant.

It's not that he is indecisive.

But once the aberrant mutation is opened, whether it's him or Lin An, it's very easy to fall completely into a state of chaos.

That outcome, however, is even more terrifying than the replacement of the memory fragment.

At least the fragment is still considered part of oneself, but the aberrant mutation truly is a monster.

In a certain sense, both of them will die.

Open the aberrant mutation to break free from the Death Spirit Lord's attack, then destroy the Meme?

After a few breaths, the Second Will, having failed in simulating many possibilities, took a deep breath and had no choice but to take over Lin An's main body.

Indeed, there's no way.

Just as he was about to take out the fragment, several private messages from the team channel suddenly came through:

"At the moment after the aberrant mutation, while there is still a brief consciousness, charge toward another Death Spirit Lord!"

The message came from Zhang Tie.

Looking at the suddenly received message, both Lin An and the Second Will were momentarily stunned.

What the hell?

Zhang Tie is 'commanding' him to do things!?

Just looking at this familiar, concise tone, both of them simultaneously seemed to think of something.

This way of speaking, how could it be so like Chu An!?

There's no time to think too much.

Under the Second Will's control, Lin An's expression turned fierce as a fragment directly transformed into a stream of light that pierced his brow.

"Boom!!"

In an instant, Lin An, who had been firmly gripped in the giant hand, felt his skin split open as if stretched, and a series of ferocious bone spurs gradually pried open the giant hand.

At the edge of the battlefield, the rough‑looking Zhang Tie stood straight on a building rooftop, his gaze calm as he looked into the distance.

That calm, like water, extremely composed gaze formed a stark contrast with his appearance.

It was as if he were a strategist.

All that could be seen was him, after sending the message, directly pulling out a vial of medicine from behind his buttocks.

His eyes focused, his right hand in a throwing stance, he precisely aimed at the aberrant mutant that had broken free from the giant hand in the distance.

It seemed as if he were waiting for something.

He broke through the giant hand.

Lin An, transformed into an aberrant mutant, instinctively charged toward the distant Death Spirit Lord under his final will.

For a moment, the battlefield turned into a bizarre scene.

One side was the Ghost Infant Lord closely pursuing and incessantly attacking the aberrant mutant; another side was the white aberrant mutant ignoring the attacks and charging toward the distance; the third side was Mo Ling hovering in midair, as if lost in the depths of memory.

"Boom! Boom boom!"

Wave after wave of attacks came, and the Death Spirit Lord who activated Blink kept appearing like a phantom on the path of the aberrant mutant's advance.

Terrifying massive force combined with waves of deathly ripples struck the stark white bone spurs.

But unlike the merely split‑off aberrant mutants before, the aberrant mutant transformed from the main body is obviously not comparable to those fragments in strength.

Taking the attacks head‑on, the distance, which wasn't long to begin with, was quickly crossed.

Although the aberrant mutant drew near, the previously stunned Death Spirit Lord now seemed to sense something and locked eyes with it.

In the depths of memory.

Staying inside the Spirit Energy Tower of Long'an Base, Mo Ling silently gazed at the crowd firmly guarding him, his head bowed.

The defense of the city has already begun.

But constrained by the scene Yun Lin had seen, Lin An, the strongest combatant, could only hold fast in the core fortress to guard against 'her' destruction.

Although no one said anything, Mo Ling knew what everyone was thinking.

At this critical juncture of the city defense, the best solution would be to simply send her away, or directly abolish her and then discuss.

But under Lin An's insistence against the majority, everyone could only waste manpower, constantly guarding her side without pause.

In a daze, she subconsciously looked toward the core fortress, where a statue‑like figure appeared.

She... felt that she was truly important to Lin An.

Unlike the worries of others, she at this moment actually had a strange feeling.

She hadn't thought about how the future would be, or how she herself would be.

She simply felt that this sensation of being worried about was truly wonderful.

"Have you heard? The person Lord Lin An brought back is a big star..."

Inside the base, the crowd that had rushed over upon hearing the noise looked at the woman beside Lin An and exclaimed in amazement.

In the crowd, Mo Ling coldly stared at Fan Bing, who kept exuding her charm, and inevitably felt a twinge of jealousy.

She repeatedly looked back and forth in front of Fan Bing and in front of herself, and after a while, she came to a conclusion that almost made her cry with anger.

Gritting her teeth, looking at the woman beside Lin An, she felt in her heart as if her beloved possession had been snatched away.

I had clearly warned her not to stand so close!

Lin An, he's mine!

Her small fists clenched tightly; hearing the constant praise from beside her ears about how Lin An and that woman were a perfect match, a killing intent welled up from her heart.

My Lin An, how can he belong to someone else!

"Lin An, you're back?"

At the core fortress, Mo Ling, who had hurried back, stood outside the sliding metal door, fixedly staring at Wen Ya standing beside Lin An.

Upon hearing the news that Lin An had returned, she hurried back.

Looking at that familiar profile, for a moment her heart, which had never fluttered since Lin An left, began to pound.

But when she caught sight of Wen Ya affectionately hooking her arm around Lin An's, a sourness and jealousy welled up in her heart.

I should be the one standing there!

The small hand clenched behind her back turned white; a heart‑wrenching turmoil made her want to cry.

If she had stayed at the base and didn't have to go out to clear zombies, wouldn't she have been able to see him the moment Lin An returned?

She sniffed her nose.

She also wanted to go over, but she herself smelled terrible.

Her gaze unyielding, hiding behind the door, Mo Ling felt the grievance in her heart surge up into her eyes.

Lin An is mine... Lin An clearly belongs to me!

Stinky Lin An, how can you hold hands with her!

Don't you want me at all!?

Don't you know how to hug me!?

The sourness grew stronger; unconsciously, she finally couldn't help but run over, yanking Wen Ya away and lifting her head to look at Lin An.

But the words in her heart just wouldn't come out.

In her peripheral vision, she saw a flash of surprise in Wen Ya's eyes.

Although she hated others touching her, she felt Lin An habitually pat her head.

For a moment, a faint pleasure rose in her heart.

Lin An, he's mine!

No one can take him away!

Floating in midair, like a dark cloud, the necromancer lord Mo Ling saw her emotional fluctuations intensify as the aberrant mutant drew near.

That emotion carried no special meaning, no rationality, just like an instinct.

She unconsciously drew a bit closer, arms outstretched; the instinctive desire seemed to want to embrace that horrifying monster bristling with bone spurs.

She felt it—this was what she most desired deep inside.

In an instant, the collision occurred.

The white aberrant mutant, equally bereft of reason, slammed into Mo Ling without pause.

But under the tremendous impact, the necromancer lord that Mo Ling had become showed no reaction, even though such a huge impact would be considered an injury to her.

"Hah... hah!!"

Under instinct, the aberrant mutant struggled wildly.

Bone spurs shot forth like daggers, rapidly attacking inside the necromancer lord's body.

Ignoring the attacks, she endured wound after wound.

The necromancer lord that Mo Ling had become simply clung tightly to the aberrant mutant in her arms, gripping so hard it seemed she wanted to knead the mutant into her own body.

"Lin... An.."

Her voice was hoarse and indistinct, like a murmur.

But as she muttered, Mo Ling's pair of scarlet, emotionless giant eyes, upon seeing another necromancer lord chasing after, flared with an anger like a kitten guarding its food.

The monster behind...

Wanted to snatch Lin An!

I want...

Kill!

!

Her!