Chapter 167: Re-entering the Mysterious Space

"Zheng Zha, have you asked the Master God what the next horror movie is?"

The copy of Chu Xuan's voice came again, interrupting Zheng Zha's chaotic thoughts; he let out a startled "Ah," then snapped back to himself, closed his eyes to communicate with the Master God, and his expression grew even stranger.

"The next horror movie is The Mummy—the first film—and as you suspected, it's a multi-team free-for-all: besides the Senzhou and Donghai teams, the opponents include the Zhongzhou team, though they'll be the last to appear."

"Last? It seems Zhongzhou's growth rate is faster than I anticipated…"

As he spoke, Chu Xuan slightly narrowed his eyes; though his expression remained as calm as ever, several Devil Team members who knew him well couldn't help but shiver.

Trouble! This monster is about to do something big again!

"Chu Xuan, what are you planning now?"

Zheng Zha stared at Chu Xuan with a pained expression, then warned seriously: "Let me be clear—you can do whatever you want to Senzhou and Donghai, but you absolutely cannot touch Zhongzhou. Otherwise, don't blame me for going after you first!"

Chu Xuan gazed at Zheng Zha as if he were an idiot, then said calmly: "In the last horror movie, our mission was to eliminate Jason from the Friday the 13th world. His power, amplified by the Master God, has fully reached the fourth stage, especially his terrifying immortality, which even exhibits traits of the Light of the Soul. Even with your and Zhao Zhui's combined strength, we barely survived."

"At that time, you hadn't yet received team leader certification or broken the fourth gene lock. Once you factor that in, the Master God's evaluation of Devil Team would be even higher… yet even so, the Master God still judged Zhongzhou to surpass us. Do you know what that means?"

"Uh… it just means Zhongzhou is stronger than Devil Team?"

Zheng Zha, confused, blurted out without thinking.

"Human-level thinking."

Chu Xuan shook his head and sighed: "Even if you, now at the fourth stage, teamed up with Zhao Zhui and every member of Devil Team, you could barely match a single mid-tier fourth-stage warrior."

"Yet in the Master God's eyes, Zhongzhou—stronger than us—is now at least capable of defeating, even killing, a mid-tier fourth-stage warrior."

"With such power, they hold absolute initiative in the next team battle, with over an 80% chance of wiping out any single team they face."

"And as the second-strongest team after Zhongzhou, Devil Team will inevitably be their primary target—this possibility is at least fifty percent…"

"Impossible!"

Zheng Zha's face changed, and he immediately rebutted: "Devil Team has so many Zhongzhou copies—we're essentially family in a way. Instead of fighting to the death, why not cooperate to eliminate the other two teams, then split the kills evenly? There's no need for a bloody war!"

"That's just your wishful thinking."

Chu Xuan's expression was utterly cold: "Psychological studies show no one can accept the existence of another person who is completely identical to themselves, especially when both sides are enemies."

"Even if the other side doesn't wish to harm the copies of their former teammates, not everyone in Devil Team comes from Zhongzhou. If your original self—or Wu Xian—asked you to trade non-Zhongzhou Devil Team members as bargaining chips, would you agree?"

Hearing this, the three Devil Team members with Caucasian skin immediately changed expression, then looked at Zheng Zha nervously, as if fearing he might actually do it.

"How could I? I'd never do that! Team leader—I mean Wu Xian—he and my original self aren't like that!"

Zheng Zha's face darkened, but he still stubbornly retorted.

"Nothing is impossible. To survive in this infinite world, no one remains unchanged. Take you—you think you're still the same person when you were first copied."

Hearing this, Zheng Zha fell silent. Though he didn't want to admit it, it was true.

Compared to his earlier passion and hopefulness, after enduring the Devil Team's bullying and several perilous horror movies, his personality had unconsciously grown cold.

Now, aside from Li Er, only Cheng Xiao and a few members he trusted truly mattered to him; everyone else—including natives in mission worlds—were no different in his eyes from game NPCs, and he could no longer feel sympathy for them.

If I've changed this much, even my original self, though perhaps better, couldn't have remained untouched.

As for Wu Xian…

Recalling a certain jeep chasing through the sunset, Zheng Zha's lips twitched slightly. After a moment's thought, he said to Chu Xuan: "Fine, I'll let you prepare accordingly and I'll cooperate—but you must promise me one thing!"

"Once the next team battle begins, we must not initiate attacks against Zhongzhou. If possible, I want to sit down and talk with them first. If our missions don't fundamentally conflict, we might avoid a brutal fight."

"Agreed. After all, you're Devil Team's team leader—I'll respect your decision. Just hope you don't regret it later."

Chu Xuan said this, then turned and walked away, leaving only his final words: "Also, if you truly wish to coexist peacefully with Zhongzhou, I suggest you eliminate Zhao Zhui before the next horror movie arrives. With his current unstable state, he'll inevitably clash with Zhongzhou when they meet."

Right! I nearly forgot about that lunatic!

Zheng Zha's expression collapsed instantly—he imagined Zhao Zhui going berserk at Zhongzhou, and felt his already receding hairline might rise two millimeters.

At that moment, two heavy thuds came from behind—it was Wang Chaozong and Zhu Peng, having finished their repairs, now scanning the surroundings and the unfamiliar yet familiar Devil Team members, clearly sensing something was off.

Zheng Zha let out a bitter laugh, yet his body automatically moved forward to resume his role as tour guide—again.

"You're Zhu Peng and Wang Chaozong, right? First meeting—I'm Zheng Zha's copy. Welcome to Devil Team's Master God space…"

…

In a daze, the Lunhuizhe Wu Xian opened his eyes to a familiar chaotic void.

The same gray path, the same entrance to the mysterious space—but Wu Xian felt none of his usual anticipation.

Simply because he feared humiliation.

As the first Wu Xian to get a girlfriend, he had always been proud, often boasting about it to other Wu Xians—back then, he was so smug.

Now? Cosmic justice has struck—he's been dumped, left alone in bed, sleepless and embarrassed.

If those bastards see this memory, they'll probably die laughing in the mysterious space.

Thinking of it, his mood grew heavy. After a long while, he finally gathered his resolve and walked forward.

But as he stepped into the pure white mysterious space, he froze—before him sat three unfamiliar faces in a circle, apparently in heated discussion.

(End of Chapter)