Chapter 600: Kill Her

Lin sat among the scattered documents, her back against a huge transparent cylinder, inside which bananas bearing human facial outlines floated quietly in a pale‑yellow liquid; occasionally one or two bubbles rose from a banana's surface, drifted to the top and burst, emitting a faint "pop" sound.

She was dust‑covered, a few black strands fell across her forehead, clinging to her skin with sweat; her blue eyes stared at the monkey leisurely gnawing a banana, a mix of fatigue and a certain post‑despair calm in her gaze.

Jiaoshou crouched beside the pile of bananas in the corner, two furry paws cradling a massive yellow banana that he was devouring with relish, the eyes behind his Vortex Glasses gleamed with enjoyment, occasionally producing a "crunch‑crunch" sound, his leisurely pose forming a strange contrast with the world's impending Destruction.

Lin remained silent for a long while, then suddenly spoke.

"Anyway, it's the end of the world."

Her voice was hoarse yet carried a strange Calm, "Why don't you tell me something?"

Jiaoshou halted his banana‑eating, lifted his head to look at her, his eyes blinking through the vortex‑shaped lenses, and an unexpected expression crossed his monkey face.

"Oh?"

It pulled the banana from its mouth, "You're pretty optimistic. Fine, ask anything; you can't stop it anyway."

Lin inhaled deeply, her gaze fixed on the monkey.

"What's your relationship with that purple‑haired woman?"

Jiaoshou was momentarily stunned, then his expression turned subtly nuanced.

"Purple‑haired woman?"

It tilted its head, twirling the banana in its paw, "What purple‑haired woman? Why are you spouting nonsense here?"

Lin's brows furrowed.

That expression didn't seem feigned.

If the monkey truly didn't know of that purple‑haired woman, that would mean… that guy isn't aligned with Jiaoshou?

Or perhaps the woman's level is so high that even this monkey, who staged such a grand scene, is unaware?

She suppressed her confusion and asked another question.

"What is this world?"

A smug smile spread across Jiaoshou's face.

It rose to its feet, spreading its arms, holding the banana aloft as if displaying a treasure.

"Mirror World."

Its voice bore a creator's pride, "A perfect one‑to‑one replica of the real world—every building, every street, even each brick's position is identical. Except—"

It pointed to the reversed text outside the window, "Mirror Inversion. That's my proudest work."

Lin clenched her teeth and asked again.

"How does this world… operate? I mean, those Monkeys, that Fusion Project, what's the underlying layer?"

Jiaoshou's eyes lit up, as if he'd found a kindred spirit willing to hear his long discourse.

He paced beside the banana pile, brandishing the banana like a teaching rod.

"This is a good question! Since you're so eager to know, I'll explain in terms your world can understand."

He cleared his throat, assuming the pose of a professor about to lecture, "Do you know what the source of your world is? The Source Vortex, right? The origin of all Magic, the starting point of all cause and effect, the place every Magus dreams of but can never reach."

Lin's pupils contracted slightly.

Jiaoshou continued, his voice carrying a peculiar rhythm: "My Mirror World is built upon a foundational logic similar to, yet entirely different from, the Source Vortex. Everything from the real world leaves a projection here—not a simple copy, but a deeper correspondence. A person has a body in the real world; here they have a corresponding monkey—not an ordinary monkey, but one infused with that person's consciousness. When the two worlds become tightly linked, the person's consciousness gradually shifts here, while the monkey's instincts transfer to the person."

It paused, the smile widening, "That's the essence of Fusion. Not a simple replacement, but a true exchange. People from the real world become monkeys, and the monkeys here become people. Then the two worlds merge completely."

Lin felt a chill run down her spine.

"Is there…"

She managed to ask, "Is there a way to break it?"

Jiaoshou halted, turned back to her, the smile on his monkey face turning eerie.

"There is."

Lin's heart hammered.

"What method?"

Jiaoshou picked up the banana, took a bite, then said slowly:

"Find the little girl named Ying and kill her. Then everything will be solved."

Lin's complexion changed instantly.

"You—!"

Jiaoshou looked at her expression and chuckled.

"How about it? Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Lin glared at it fiercely, her blue eyes nearly spitting fire.

She knew the monkey was toying with her, playing with her feelings in the cruelest way.

But she still couldn't be sure.

What if it's true?

No.

Lin inhaled deeply, forcing herself to stay Calm.

The monkey's words can't be trusted.

Not a single word can be believed.

Jiaoshou watched her expression shift, his smile growing even more smug.

It took another bite, the "crunch‑crunch" sound echoing sharply in the quiet space.

Lin no longer looked at it.

She turned away and continued riffling through the scattered papers.

Whatever the case, she must find the real solution.

Perspective shift.

A Xing grasped the Flame Gun blazing with golden Flame, and their whole body darted through the dense net woven from purple‑black tubes like a bolt of lightning.

The pink giant horse had already been temporarily recalled by her; under such a dense onslaught, the horse's target was too large and would only become a live target for those tubes.

She could only rely on her speed and her Rewind ability that activates every five seconds, searching for a Counterattack opportunity in the gaps between the tubes that twisted like living snakes.

Ailixiya— or rather the Invasive Lawgiver cloaked in Ailixiya's outer skin— stood on a high platform woven from countless black tubes, looking down from above at the golden figure below.

Her posture was elegant yet lazy, her hands crossed over her chest, a sweet smile at the corner of her mouth, but her crimson eyes were filled with malicious amusement.

"Ah—? Why are you pushing yourself so hard?"

Her voice, with that leaping musical‑note quality, floated lightly down, "I never said I'd kill you; I just wanted to play with you, that's all, okay?"

Answering her was a whistling Flame Gun!

The long Flame Gun, like a bolt of lightning, instantly spanned dozens of meters to thrust straight at her face!

The Invasive Lawgiver didn't even move, only slightly tilting her head, and the Flame Gun skimmed past her cheek, exploding into a burst of golden Flame in the ruins behind her.