Chapter 650: Welcome to Za

"I thought that was a special show you prepared for me," Su Lin rubbed his brow with his thumb and murmured, "or is it just a joke at my expense?"

A thought appeared out of nowhere, urging him to dose everyone with magic potion.

Although he could indeed conceal his feminine form using the Celestial Manifestation formed by his mental power, how to put it—

Because it seemed interesting, he agreed.

Lu Mingfei and Huai Shi also agreed quite readily, so he bought many high-tech cameras to record it.

He had thought everyone had formed a youthful school gang bent on mischief, but were the other two also fooled?

Now that he thought about it, only the Phantom Thief Jide could pull off stealing everyone's XX.

Clearly he had been fooled—otherwise, how could his kind self have done such a thing?

Su Lin scratched his cheek, stared at the ceiling for a moment, then looked down at the two: "Fine, let's say I was fooled."

Miss Kelaien Moretti: "."

Zhou Mingrui: "."

Are you kidding a ghost?

Both the male Zhou Mingrui and the Miss Kelaien Moretti in the mirror, now resembling Melissa, froze for a moment, then each showed some emotional fluctuation.

This hospital held a unique status across the entire world—it was the core region woven by their subconscious.

The Su Lin before him was not an entity born from some psychological fear-shadow; that thing should be locked in the third basement level—a formless aggregation of light.

If Li Huowang wished upon the Lamp Spirit, after rebooting he should have been warped by the cost of the wish and teleported to the third basement to face that terrifying light.

So this one here—is real?!

"Aren't you supposed to be at home?" Miss Kelaien Moretti asked.

Su Lin slowly rose from the toilet lid and sighed deeply: "Tianzun, this is the third time you've betrayed our friendship."

In the mirror, Miss Kelaien Moretti stood at the edge of an abyss filled with countless black worlds and suns, chaos churning and boiling; from a vortex of foolishness, a black book flew into His hands.

【Projection: Book of Azathoth】

"I have summoned the power at the core of primordial chaos," He said, eyes fixed on Su Lin's name upon it, voice slightly trembling: "With your current state, you shouldn't—"

"I'm crippled, not useless," Su Lin pulled off his glove, revealing the inverted Kabbalistic Tree of Life emblem on his wrist:

"This thing seems to have been ripped off the Throne of the God of the Abyss, so your influence—yes, it did affect me. I was fooled by you."

He nodded firmly.

"Another update?!" Zhou Mingrui's lip twitched.

What is the Throne of the God of the Abyss?

Miss Kelaien Moretti's eyes dimmed for an instant—whether from human influence or not, emotion had stirred—but He quickly regained composure: "I sense their magic potions are genuine."

"They're real, but the fooled me and the cruel old Lu feared being discovered," Su Lin shrugged and said:

"So it was a special version brewed in the City of Calamity, using Source-Matter, combining the effects of both the Hunter and Assassin Paths."

"You can evoke the traits of Sequence Seven's Witch and complete grafting or deception."

"But after Sequence Seven, whether one becomes male or female is decided by whoever controls the City of Calamity."

Drinking a standard Sequence Nine Assassin potion grants supernatural abilities, immediately noticeable to the drinker.

Logically, it makes no sense.

"Should I say you two newborns are wickedly clever, or that you two geniuses are simply brilliant—not feeding ordinary potions to others?"

Zhou Mingrui's face twitched involuntarily; he began missing the Faceless One's ability—otherwise, he'd eventually crack under pressure from these two.

"Then again," Su Lin turned to Zhou Mingrui, holding up his phone to show search results, "why is the chairman of Taichu Group, a certain Mr. Su, linked by scandal to a famous travel writer, the chief physician of Penglai Pharmaceuticals, and a teenage trash-picker?"

"." Zhou Mingrui looked at Miss Kelaien Moretti in the mirror and said: "Why don't you take control of the body?"

"The dream has already engulfed the entire world. Forcibly shattering this dream will cause failure in ascension, and we'll be influenced by the power of the God of Blind Folly, leading to loss of control," Miss Kelaien Moretti warned.

"The dream has already engulfed the entire world; forcibly shattering this dream will cause your advancement to fail and expose us to the influence of the God of Blind Folly, leading to loss of control," Kleanth warned.

"This is fine now. I've transferred dream-control authority to Li Huowang. Combined with his Heart-Element identity, the concept of dream will gradually vanish, leaving only reality."

Tianzun fused the remainder of His self into the myriad things of the dream world.

Forcibly destroying the dream world to awaken His self would inevitably affect the corresponding individuals in reality.

If the concept of dream vanishes, Tianzun's remaining self will vanish with it—this was Zhou Mingrui's plan after gaining half the control.

But how exactly this plan would unfold, what would happen in between—he had no idea.

As the human embodiment, Zhou Mingrui, and the divine embodiment, Miss Kelaien Moretti, could now be regarded in some sense as the original Creator, though they had not yet contained all Source-Matter.

"It's not that simple," Miss Kelaien Moretti said in the mirror world:

"This is merely the surface dream. We are still asleep within the Source Fortress."

Zhou Mingrui was not wrong—but this process isn't instantaneous.

He still had time. With all the abilities of those Old Ones partially turned into semi-puppets, He could reboot this surface dream world and draw it back toward the Source Fortress!

Even if Li Huowang and the others remained lucid and weren't fooled, He still had one last chance to struggle.

Unstable, thick gray mist spread out; the entire world echoed with indescribable murmurs, dim and hazy, all things from the Fifth Era to the First Era, even before the First Era, flickered into view within the fog.

Error, decay, entropy—countless self-destructive factors forged order through extreme madness.

The underlying logic of this world is madness and chaos.

Countless lights across the city were about to be extinguished; the disoriented darkness plunged every moving being and object into confusion—the old dream was dissolving, and a new dream would soon emerge.

"If you're not feeling well, don't bother with this," Zhou Mingrui instinctively reached into the air to grab something, but caught nothing—only made a motion of putting on a hat:

"This is the truth I must face—even within a dream."

His figure began to fade, along with the cramped bathroom and the hospital beyond.

"We don't have time to play Inception with you," Su Lin shook his head, pointing at the other:

"We don't have time to play Inception with you," Su Lin shook his head and pointed at the other, saying:

"You should have a comic; Li Huowang has one too—look for it."

Li Huowang had lost count of how many cycles he'd been through, but every time, soon enough, those guards would catch up to him.

"This is reality!!!"

The cafeteria of the old hospital shook violently—whenever he told others the truth, the world would reboot.

Damn it! What the hell went wrong?!

Even though no one seemed to be chasing him this time, he was still furious, and he flipped over the nearby dining table.

He walked toward Xiao Yan, who had pulled down his pants and was relaxing, but suddenly something tripped him, sending him crashing to the ground, as familiar laughter echoed in his ears.

"Red Joker, you're having another episode?"

"Fuck the Dao of Forgetting!"

Li Huowang cursed instinctively.

Dao of Forgetting?

Where did the Dao of Forgetting come from?

He looked up and saw a die with a single eyepiece embedded in it, lying on the ground.

Li Huowang felt uneasy seeing this thing—every time he retrieved Red Joker, he had to cleanse his memories several times.

But suddenly, he remembered something upon seeing the die: Loki had originally planned to give him a comic called "Legendary Psychopath," but Red Joker Li Huowang had taken it, claiming they were all "one family," and swallowed it whole.

No wonder my throat felt weird that day.

You idiot, Red Joker!!!

Gray-white mist curled upward, filled with the shapes of nurses and guards, but at that moment, Li Huowang's body shimmered with deep crimson Dao robes, and a copper-coin mask appeared on his face.

"Comic! Use the comic!" He drew his Zi Sui Sword and slashed through a swarm of approaching humanoid figures.

"I still need to control my proxy."

Su Yuling watched Yi Leina brewing tea, Xing eagerly holding a gray wig and colored contacts toward her, and Huiye giving a thumbs-up with a mocking smile.

"Can you all just get the hell out of here?"

In the setting of Su Yuling's identity, her private residence and Kleine lived in the same neighborhood, same building, as neighbors.

But because she worked overtime every day, year-round, she lived at the company.

Pata

The gray wig landed on Su Yuling's head.

"Exactly like me!" Xing's eyes widened slightly, her pupils contracting: "It's clear the title 'Galaxy's Supreme Femina' rightfully belongs to me."

"I've never met anyone so shameless." Su Yuling yanked off the wig and asked, "How did you find me?"

"According to the gossip in the dream setting, we know each other," Huiye said, holding a game controller, surrounded by countless stacked game worlds.

It was as if she had activated an infinite Gal-style Innate Realm.

"My own brewed tea, plus the newly released travel diary—ten million spirit stones or equivalent currency," Yi Leina placed the items on the table, then leapt instantly, wrapping her arms around Su Yuling's neck and hanging from her, saying:

"But since you're so adorable, I'll give them all to you for free."

"Reveal your feelings to me again, in this form."

"Repeat after me: I will always love Yi Leina~!"

Can you put down the video camera?

At this moment, gray-white mist spread outside the house, instantly shrouding the entire world in gloom and darkness; some things collapsed and curled inward, but Huiye's game world remained untouched.

Su Lin sent a message in the chat group: "Just as you suspected."

Then he turned to Old Lu, bound like a dumpling and trampled under Lu Mingze's foot, and said: "Switch them to Hunters."

"It actually works? No wonder—it's a gift bestowed by the Supreme Above All." Meng Qi relaxed his brow and chuckled: "Then, esteemed legends, you may prepare."

He pulled out a comic titled "Yuanshi Tianzun" first; chaotic dark light surged forth, and the surrounding space shattered inch by inch, reverting to its primordial state.

Next, Shi Hao and Ye Fan, still seated in wheelchairs and wrapped in bandages nearby, also retrieved a comic.

In the illusory multiverse, temporarily restored to normal, Shi Hao—whose back glowed with blinding brilliance—held a celestial sword and gazed into the neighboring universe, suddenly finding it amusing:

"How come?"

Ye Fan, now covered in red fur and tainted with ominous energy, only wished he could return to the film shoot and rewrite that script.

I've appeared in the Marvel universe in a normal form before—why did they draw me like this?!

"Embed the illusory story world into the Dream World of Asathos, my friend?"

Teacher Yan Sen smiled faintly, nodding in surprise: "In that case, it could overwrite the original dream."

No sooner had he spoken than he noticed everyone staring at him with complex expressions.

"His surname is Zhou; you may call him Ke Daoist," Song Shuhang twitched his lips and said: "Asathos isn't real."

"Oh, Zhou Daoist."

Teacher Yan Sen nodded and said: "But my comic has already been refined and absorbed. Let me think..."

He summoned his qi, and a black dot instantly compressed in his palm; countless pure lights transformed into runes that surged into it. Everyone heard a sharp, clear *bang*—an explosion of creation, a primordial cataclysm—erupted in his hand.

Countless worlds' lights flickered dimly; countless laws blinked on and off.

Finally, in the hands of a black-robed man wearing an imperial crown, they were granted reality.

"Then let us create a multiverse," Teacher Yan Sen turned to face everyone.

Meng Qi's Adam's apple moved; his eyes turned black and white, watching as the man occupied every possible future path, with the River of Time and the River of Fate flowing beside him.

He himself had not yet proven his Dao to legend, nor crossed the Sea of Suffering to reach the Other Shore—but he could confirm: Teacher Yan Sen truly possessed certain traits of the Other Shore he had heard of.

My god.

Other Shore?!

"I owe you all thanks for generously sharing the cultivation methods of your worlds—I've borrowed and adapted a bit from each," Teacher Yan Sen explained with a smile.

Meng Qi sensed an incomprehensible aura from the other, unlike any of the techniques he had publicly revealed, not even remotely similar.

This is a path forged entirely on one's own!

You've unlocked this speed too, huh?

Meng Qi smiled; this realm, said in legends of the True World and still beyond his current reach, had appeared right there in the group.

At his current stage, excluding Su Lin's artifacts, addressing each other as Dao Friends carried a faint air of borrowed prestige and vanity.

"We still must elevate our cultivation to deserve this title of Dao Friend," Meng Qi scanned the surroundings; "but by exchanging knowledge and learning from one another, all of us can be considered promising."

Seeing others unfold their stories, Meng Qi closed his eyes and spun Taiji; strands of chains, each concealing secrets of cause and effect, shot forth from his hands through the Ten Thousand Worlds Communication Tokens in everyone's grasp, linking all the story worlds together.

Now, only one more person remains.