Chapter 1052: Make it Powerful

Make it Powerful

No one knew what Han Meng saw from Chen Ling's body using the Grand Sin Judgment;

And no one knew what Han Meng was struggling with during the long few minutes before he announced Chen Ling was innocent...

Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost Mockery Abyss, King of No-Phase who Mocks Fate. When Han Meng read out this sentence, Chen Ling knew that he had seen through his true body.

And the final judgment result also exceeded Chen Ling's expectations...

"Chen Ling is innocent."

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

There was no relaxation from feeling relieved of a heavy burden in his eyes, much less the joy of washing away his grievances. He watched Han Meng, speaking again:

"Innocent? Are you sure?"

Jian Changsheng's sealed mouth made whimpering sounds. He glared at Chen Ling with an expression of "Are you a bitch kid or what?". The Chief of Judgment had already pronounced you innocent and planned to let you go, but you actually jumped out yourself and questioned the judgment result?!

Do you insist on being dismembered like Huang He just now to be happy?!!

Chen Ling never considered himself a "good person".

Ever since stepping onto the Stage, he had also done many events that would be judged as "evil" by the law... He had killed Floating Life Painting members who chased and tried to kill him, and killed Ordinary Persons who framed and hurled abuse at him... For Audience Expectation Value and to complete those damn performances, he had deceived, he had instigated... In the heart of Chen Ling who possessed the memories before his Transmigration, the guilt brought by Morality had long accumulated in his heart.

Perhaps because of the "Audience," his empathy had been weakened, and his guilt had been suppressed accordingly. But from the bottom of his heart, Chen Ling didn't feel that he was a flawless good person...

He was just already numb.

Han Meng also didn't expect that Chen Ling would actually refute his conclusion of innocence, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter...

"'Chen Ling' is innocent." Han Meng repeated the judgment once more,

"This is not my personal thought, but the final conclusion of 'justice'... Moreover, I hope you understand that 'justice' is not 'law'. In different eras and in the hands of different people, 'justice' is also not completely identical."

Chen Ling fell silent.

Han Meng didn't have the intention of continuing to explain. The Tribunal retracted beside him. All the surrounding scenes faded into nothingness, and the entire court also peeled away from the independent space, returning to the unfinished building...

Those reporters who had long been frightened out of their wits didn't want to stay any longer at all. They hurriedly stood up and rushed out of the unfinished building, looking as if they had been reborn. Only a brave few gritted their teeth, turned their heads back to first organize everything that happened just now into a manuscript and put it away, before Risking One's Life to run frantically outside.

Jian Changsheng only felt his body lighten, and the power sealing his mouth also vanished. He glanced at the black-clothed figure not far away, cursed in a low voice a few times, and ran toward Chen Ling together with the other two.

"Hearts, how do you feel?" Sun Bumian carefully sized up Chen Ling who was covered in blood.

"Just suffered a little injury."

Chen Ling didn't care in the slightest, looking down at his shattered body. "This is nothing... but having my four limbs controlled is always a trouble. If I don't resolve it as soon as possible, I'm worried I might run around wildly again later."

"You just need to die once, right?"

High light reignited in Jian Changsheng's pupils. He excitedly began rolling up his sleeves, seemingly already unable to wait.

"... Wait a minute." Chen Ling pressed him down with a bizarre expression. "You few can't instantly kill me. If you beat me into serious injuries later, it will be even harder to die..."

"Uh... true?"

"Then what do you plan to do?"

Chen Ling's gaze passed through the trio of Jian Changsheng, locking onto the black windbreaker standing silently not far away.

Han Meng didn't seem to quite understand what these three were talking about, his brows furrowing slightly. At this time, seeing Chen Ling suddenly looking at him, his pupils revealed even more bewilderment...

He pondered for a moment,

"Do you need me to do something?"

"Very simple." Chen Ling pointed at his own head. "Give me a shot right here. Don't use an ordinary bullet, make it powerful."

Han Meng: ???

After such a long time, old friends reunite, and the first request Chen Ling opened his mouth for was to blow his own head off with a gun.

Han Meng didn't understand...

During the time he was buried in the Aurora Base, had the outside world already gone this crazy?

Han Meng stared at him for quite a while, confirming that Chen Ling didn't mean it as a joke, his expression gradually becoming serious and earnest:

"... Are you sure?"

"Sure." Chen Ling nodded heavily. "Be a bit faster, otherwise it will be troublesome later."

Han Meng: ...

Han Meng hesitated briefly for half a second, but still chose to believe Chen Ling. He directly took out his gun and aimed it at Chen Ling's head. The Oppressive Aura of the Chief of Judgment began to spread to the surroundings... The trio of Jian Changsheng immediately retreated more than ten steps backward, worried about being splashed by the residue when Chen Ling exploded later.

But facts proved that they thought too much.

When Han Meng pulled the trigger, the Deconstruction Power directly pierced through half of Chen Ling's body. There was no explosion, no splashing. His flesh and blood were like instantly melting, annihilating into nothingness.

The Rank 7 Oppressive Aura wrapped up the sobbing cold wind and dissipated within the unfinished building. The fluttering clothes of the trio of Jian Changsheng finally brushed down. They watched with unblinking eyes as Chen Ling, with only half his body left, fell straight backward...

Bang——

Chen Ling's corpse fell to the ground with a thud.

Han Meng lowered the muzzle, blankly looking at Chen Ling's remaining body, his pupils still full of bewilderment.

Jian Changsheng blinked, suddenly shouting mischievously:

"Okay! You actually killed Chen Ling!!"

Han Meng: ???????

Han Meng's face instantly changed. He stared fixedly at that half a corpse, as if even his thoughts had stagnated... Veins popped up on his neck, his entire person incomparably stiff.

"He's lying to you, Officer Han Meng." Sun Bumian rolled his eyes. "Don't worry... Hearts won't die that easily."

Han Meng's expression finally eased up a bit. He glared at Jian Changsheng, and then looked at Chen Ling again.

Time passed minute by minute, second by second...

Finally, Chen Ling's only remaining half of a body suddenly moved. The gap of flesh and blood that had originally been melted began to generate flesh and blood at an extremely fast speed!

...

Clack clack clack——

Familiar spotlights lit up one after another from above, and Chen Ling hazily opened his eyes.

The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe slowly stood up from the Stage. He swept a glance at the densely packed scarlet pupils of the "Audience" Off Stage, his expression incomparably calm...

The current Chen Ling already knew that he was originally also one of them. Looking again at this full house of Audience, his state of mind was already somewhat different... It was no longer the terror at the very beginning, nor the dread later on, nor pure hostility.

Draped in the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, he stood under the spotlight with his head held high and chest out, like a calm and unhurried victor, looking down at a group of prisoners full of malice.

"I know, you all want to replace me."

Chen Ling spoke faintly, "But one day, I will thoroughly control you. In this world, there can only be one 'Chen Ling'... and that is me."