Chapter 1103: Duel!

Duel!

"I say, let's go to the Integration Faction and snatch him back!"

Jian Changsheng clenched his fists and swung them forcefully, the hem of his leather jacket emitting bursts of air-piercing sounds.

"What's the use of going to the Integration Faction? Hearts wasn't kidnapped, he wanted to leave himself." Sun Bumian shook his head. "Even if we go, we won't be able to change anything. Unless the Red King takes the initiative to admit his mistake, he won't return to the Dusk Society..."

"Then he can't just leave without saying a word like this!"

Recalling the back figure of Chen Ling leaving without turning his head in the dream just now, Jian Changsheng got angry out of nowhere. The Six of Hearts he painstakingly paid such a huge price to save, actually left without saying goodbye... To him, this was absolutely unacceptable.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Even if I have to tie him up, I will tie him back!" Jian Changsheng didn't hesitate at all. "His grudge with the Red King, we'll help him settle it together after he comes back... So what if there's no Ancient Vault of the Drama Path? The four of us gathering together, can't we still live very well?"

Sun Bumian looked at him with a strange expression: "It's not that I want to be a wet blanket, I just have one question... can you defeat Hearts?"

He adjusted the collar of his leather jacket, and smoothed his mullet with his hand. "Inadvertently", the Aura of the peak of the Fifth-Tier of the Path of the Soldier flashed across his body.

"You've reached the Fifth-Tier?" Sun Bumian spoke in surprise.

"He, Hearts, has only just advanced to the Fifth-Tier, while I've already reached the peak of the Fifth-Tier after being washed by Killing Intent... Why wouldn't I be able to defeat him?"

"Then what if... I'm saying what if, what if we travel all the way to the Integration Faction, and in the end you still can't defeat him... what do we do?"

Jian Changsheng's expression froze, frowning in bitter thought for a long time, then slowly spitting out a few words:

"Then we will join the Integration Faction!"

Sun Bumian: ?????????

"If you defeat him, he returns to the Dusk Society with you; if he defeats you, we join the Integration Faction with you??" Sun Bumian found it inconceivable. "What does this have to do with me and Little Flower?!!"

"Aren't we a team?"

"Even so..."

"Moreover, didn't you want to seek revenge against the Red King? How can you seek revenge while working under him? If we join the Integration Faction, one day we might be able to make a comeback and take back everything that belongs to us."

"Hiss..." Sun Bumian rubbed his chin with his hand, thoughtful. "What you said also makes sense..."

Sun Bumian was indeed somewhat tempted. With him working under the Red King himself, it was almost impossible to snatch back the gold. But if they borrowed the power of the Integration Faction, there was a glimmer of possibility.

Seeing that Sun Bumian had no objections, Jian Changsheng directly walked to Jiang Xiaohua's bedside and shoved him a few times.

"Clubs, are you going or not?"

Jiang Xiaohua unwillingly turned his head, as if he hadn't heard their conversation just now, asking with sleepy eyes:

"What?"

"Spades wants to go to the Integration Faction to find Hearts for a duel. If he wins, we bring Hearts back; if he loses, we forfeit ourselves into the Integration Faction." Sun Bumian summarized concisely and comprehensively.

Jiang Xiaohua fell silent for a long time.

"Does Hearts... know he has such a duel?"

"Don't mind that, just tell me if you're going or not!" Jian Changsheng rested his hands on his hips.

"... Going." Jiang Xiaohua nodded slightly, his voice weak, feeling that this way was fine and that way was fine too. Since everyone said they were going, he would just take a trip.

"Very well!"

Jian Changsheng was extremely satisfied with this result. "Then let's set off immediately!!"

Looking at Jian Changsheng who was anxiously about to rush out the door, Sun Bumian hesitated for a moment, but still spoke up:

"One last question..."

"Speak!"

"Do you know the way to the Integration Faction?"

Jian Changsheng: ............

...

Tap——tap——tap...

The dazzling spotlight lit up above Chen Ling's head, and the dim Stage was once again enveloped in brightness.

Chen Ling, wearing the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, lay quietly on the Stage. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes...

Chen Ling didn't know how long he had slept. He only knew that once he lay on the bed, his entire person lost consciousness. It wasn't until the spotlight hit him that he leisurely woke up.

"... Can't you let me sleep a little longer?" Chen Ling sighed, slowly getting up from the Stage.

This time, he directly ignored those scarlet pupils in the Audience seats. Ever since Chen Ling fought a great battle on the Stage, and even gnawed on several Audience members, his fear towards these guys had disappeared. Now, what echoed in his mind was only the faint broiler chicken aroma from back then...

The best way to overcome fear was to face (cross out) eat fear.

Chen Ling walked straight in front of the screen. His fingertips skillfully tapped lightly on the shaking Treasure Chest in the corner. Following a crisp sound of music, a table appeared behind him.

"Congratulations on completing the play, ."

"The highest Audience Expectation Value for this play: 91%"

"You have obtained one specified Gacha Draw right."

"After use, you can specify a character from all the characters who appeared in this play, and randomly draw the other party's ability. The probability of drawing a rare skill is related to the comprehensive Audience Expectation Value of this play."

As Chen Ling's gaze landed on the desktop, pages of paper manifested from nothingness, recording the play of his precious and sorrowful memories, rapidly being bound and taking shape on the desktop.

This time's play covered almost the vast majority of characters Chen Ling had known in the past. Under the guidance of destiny, they gathered in Wuji. Just like a crazy and impassioned piece of music, playing the final chapter of the Wuji Domain.

Chen Ling picked up that play script from the table. After gently flipping through it for a moment, he put it back on the bookshelf...

He looked at that Gacha Draw paper waiting for him to write his name down.

Chen Ling picked up the pen, pondering deeply for a long time in the name column. Finally, he put the pen down again.

There were truly too many characters appearing in this play. For a moment, Chen Ling couldn't even think of whose ability he should draw... Since this was the case, Chen Ling felt it would be better to hold this opportunity in his hands and wait until necessary before using it.

This was also the inspiration given to him by the Wuji Domain this time. If the expectation value hadn't broken through 90% for the first time, obtaining an extra Gacha Draw ticket, and at the critical moment Chen Ling had an outburst of character, drawing the Silver King's [Yesterday's Revolver], this war would probably have been even more tragic than now... Such a coincidence might happen once, but it would be very difficult to happen a second time.

What's more, this play had a highest expectation value of 91%. As long as Chen Ling wanted to draw someone, he would have a very high probability of drawing the other party's extremely high-tier ability. At a critical moment, this was a trump card that could turn the tide! Blindly and casually drawing one now would instead be a waste.

Chen Ling closed his eyes, his consciousness gradually detaching from the Stage... After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes on the bed.

Hazy glimmering light shone through the curtains onto Chen Ling's body. He sat up, blankly looking at the unfamiliar wooden house room in front of him. It took a long time before he recovered his senses...

He took a deep breath, put on his clothes, and pushed the door open to exit.

The past has already become the past.

Now he has only one goal... to control the Calamity of Mockery.