Chapter 1277: You've Disappointed Me Greatly

You've Disappointed Me Greatly

"Damn it!!"

"How did it turn out like this..."

On the edge of the South Sea Domain, inside an abandoned Steel Mill, a figure draped in a tattered Great Crimson Theatrical Robe was sitting on rusty stairs.

Pattering rain fell on the uneven muddy ground, pooling into a small puddle. Pu Jianyue looked at his unfamiliar reflection covered in knife scars, and an indescribable sense of weirdness welled up in his heart.

He didn't know why, when he was being chased by the Silver King, he had a rush of blood to the head and went to seek help from Queen of Spades.

Thinking back now, that was undoubtedly an extremely stupid decision. Although he escaped a calamity, he directly exposed the whereabouts of Queen of Spades and the others. The Red King in the dark might not be able to act according to plan anymore...

Pu Jianyue didn't know what was wrong with him. He just felt that the former "Six of Hearts" shouldn't be like this.

Pu Jianyue felt as if he had split into two people. One was calm and decisive, ruthless and merciless, able to play Demigods like the Silver King around in circles; the other was greedy for life and afraid of death, completely brainless, and couldn't even tolerate a little stench on his clothes, like a pampered piece of trash rich young master...

"I... I..."

"Just which one is the real me?!"

"Silver King, what exactly did you do to me!!!"

Bang——!!

Pu Jianyue's eyes were bloodshot as the negative emotions in his heart poured out. He smashed a heavy punch onto the stair handrail next to him, directly vibrating a row of handrails in the Steel Mill into debris, falling to the ground with a clatter.

The metal debris was like silver sand, bouncing lightly on the ground. Amidst the gray misty rain outside the Steel Mill, a figure slowly walked toward this place.

Perhaps his footsteps were masked by the sound of falling debris, or perhaps his walking didn't make any sound at all. He was like a ghost in red. It wasn't until he was almost in front of Pu Jianyue that the latter suddenly reacted and looked up...

In the next moment, he froze in place.

It was a figure also draped in a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe.

The bright and magnificent vermilion Theatrical Robe was like a demonic blood flower blooming in the drizzle. The moment he appeared, all the surrounding colors paled in comparison. The intense visual impact felt like it would sting one's eyeballs, making people subconsciously avert their gaze... Yet, those scarlet-glowing pupils and that nearly perfect face could firmly nail one's gaze upon him.

Calm, crazy; peaceful, demonic... Contradictory feelings converged on one person, like some addictive drug—making one fearful, yet desiring to approach.

For some reason, the moment he appeared, a thought inexplicably rose in Pu Jianyue's heart:

Only an existence like this was worthy of the title "Six of Hearts."

"You..."

Pu Jianyue stared at him blankly, his cracked lips trembling, but he couldn't speak.

The vermilion Theatrical Robe stood in front of Pu Jianyue. Those scarlet pupils looked down condescendingly at this wretched youth, his expression as indifferent as an iceberg:

"You've disappointed me greatly."

At this moment, an intense sense of defeat washed over Pu Jianyue's heart.

This feeling was hard to describe. It was like putting all your effort into a Performance, trying to get closer to a Role you could only look up to. Yet, when the person himself stood in front of you, you suddenly realized that no matter what, you could never become him... You couldn't even compare to a single strand of his hair.

Everything he had put his all into seemed clumsy and ridiculous.

Pu Jianyue realized he was just a failed Counterfeit. He stared blankly at Chen Ling for a long time, his body starting to tremble. He let out a hysterical roar, reaching out to grab Chen Ling's collar:

"It's you!! You're the one controlling me?!"

"Give me back my memories... Give me back to myself!!!"

That red attire was like a ghost in the rain. With a light step back, Pu Jianyue grabbed nothing but air.

Pu Jianyue's eyes were bloodshot. Defeat, anger, shame—countless negative emotions burned his spirit. Wearing a tattered Counterfeit Theatrical Robe, he was like a baring-fangs-and-brandishing-claws madman in the rain, lunging at Chen Ling again and again.

But he couldn't even touch the corner of Chen Ling's clothes.

The bright red earrings swayed lightly in the wind. Chen Ling looked indifferently at the crazed Pu Jianyue, casually dodging while speaking calmly:

"From the very beginning, I shouldn't have held expectations for you... This was my miscalculation."

"Having you play Six of Hearts is too difficult..."

"You... just obediently be a tool."

Densely packed Ink and Brush flew out from around Pu Jianyue, weaving into a massive and complex "Hand" character, attempting to grab Chen Ling's figure... But as Chen Ling gently raised his sleeve, a Red Paper Giant Hand woven from Red Paper almost blocked out the sky and earth.

If Pu Jianyue's hand was roughly the size of a three-story building, then Chen Ling's "Hand" was half a skyscraper.

A Counterfeit was, after all, just a Counterfeit.

In Pu Jianyue's astonished and terrified pupils, the Red Paper Giant Hand directly crushed all the ink surrounding him. The wildly fluttering Red Paper blocked Pu Jianyue's vision. Before he could recover his senses, a palm firmly pressed down on the top of his head!

Bang——!!

Pu Jianyue only felt his vision go dark, and his entire person thoroughly fainted.

The fluttering Red Paper drilled into Chen Ling's clothes. He casually glanced at the unconscious Pu Jianyue, grabbing his collar like a tentacle. His other hand pressed into the ruins of the Steel Mill, and the lightning of Reshaping flashed. It was unknown what fist-sized object he created, but he then cut open Pu Jianyue's stomach and stuffed it inside...

After finishing all this, Chen Ling slowly stood up, dragging the unconscious Counterfeit "Six of Hearts," and walked step by step under the gloomy sky.

...

"How is it? Have you found Chen Ling's whereabouts?"

"No, that hole is too deep. Our people went in and searched around but didn't find any other exit... He probably sealed the path himself."

"We're just going to let him escape like this??"

Outside the nearly ruined prison, a few Pu Family members looked at that pitch-black giant hole and let out a helpless, long sigh.

"What are you sighing for... It's a good thing we can't find him. Otherwise, which of you can defeat the Calamity of Mockery?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. We still have to put on a show."

"But what exactly is this Chen Ling trying to do? He exposed those two Fusionists himself, and then went through so much trouble to rescue them..."

"Who knows? Didn't they say the Calamity of Mockery likes to do some sick-humored things? Maybe this time is the same."

"I don't get it... I really don't get it."

"What happened to that Enforcer?"

"He was suppressed by the Head of the Pu Family. Fourth Brother and Sixth Brother are currently escorting him back to the Pu Family together. He shouldn't be able to come out for a short time... With things blowing up this big, there might be another Alliance Council meeting specifically to discuss his matter."

"You have to say, he's really something. Chunshu gave him a way out, but he just wouldn't take it... Did he really have to push things to this point?"