Chapter 44

Chu Xuan’s voice drifted out calmly, drawing curious glances from everyone, yet he fixed his gaze on Wu Xian, clearly seeking confirmation.

Fuck! Have you even read the script? Why would you think I know about this?

Wu Xian’s lip twitched, then he said directly: “Yes, there’s a huge gap—but it’s not because we’re much weaker than them; it’s because they’re rated far lower than us by the Main God. By the way, this team battle involves not two but three Lunhuixiaodui .”

“Three teams? And we’re the strongest?”

Zheng Zha blinked, then asked with confusion: “But that doesn’t make sense—except for the captain, none of us in the Zhongzhou team have done more than two horror films. How could there be so many Lunhuixiaodui weaker than us? Is it because you’re just too strong, Captain?”

Budebushuo ， Suiranguochengtuiliwanquancuowu ， Danzhilunjieguo ， Nihaizhentemeshuoduile 。

What’s this? idiot’s intuition?

Wu Xian felt a pang of exasperation but continued: “Don’t underestimate our team. Do you think unlocking the Gene Lock is easy? Most people never even touch its edge in a lifetime.”

Even among Lunhuizhe , reaching first stage is already impressive; second stage is already captain-tier in many teams.”

“Right now, our Zhongzhou team has one third-stage, one second-stage, two first-stage, and one of them is a psychic control specialist.”

“With this setup, plus every member having at least a C-rank bloodline enhancement, even among all Lunhuixiaodui , we’re already near the top tier—only slightly behind those two special teams.”

“Special teams? What’s that?”

Chu Xuan seized the key point, urging Wu Xian to elaborate.

“I know this—Captain explained it to us before.”

But at that moment, Zheng Zha interrupted, briefly outlining the Divine and Demon teams’ concepts, leaving Chu Xuan in deep thought.

“One is composed entirely of captain-tier powerhouses; the other consists of Lunhuizhe with extremely high potential and talent. No wonder they’re separated out—they truly deserve the label ‘special.’”

Chu Xuan adjusted his glasses. “But compared to the Divine team, I’m more curious about the Demon team. How many of the people here do you think will be copied over?”

Hearing this, the Zhongzhou team members froze slightly, then all turned their gazes to Wu Xian, their expressions growing uneasy.

In their eyes, Wu Xian’s strength was immense, his Gene Lock already unlocked to the third stage—he was clearly a prodigy, perfectly matching the criteria for being copied into the Demon team.

But if that were true, wouldn’t they one day have to fight a copy of Wu Xian in a team battle?

Just imagining that scenario, Zheng Zha and the others who had been trained by Wu Xian shuddered involuntarily.

Feeling the trembling body in his arms and the unmasked fear on Zhan Lan’s face, Wu Xian’s forehead darkened with black lines.

Am I really that terrifying? I just trained you a bit harder—that was for your own good!

Without it, how would you have reached your current strength? You nearly got wiped out as a group during a normal-difficulty Alien 1!

Wu Xian rolled his eyes but said nothing about the copy issue.

Though it sounded absurd, he was certain deep down: the Demon team almost certainly didn’t have a copy of him.

It was a near-instinctive intuition—as if, within the same universe, there could never be two of himself, not even a copy…

Wait!

A flash of insight struck Wu Xian’s mind—he suddenly realized a possibility.

Could it be… this is why the Main God keeps ramping up the difficulty in horror films for me?

It wasn’t unreasonable: according to the original lore, anyone who unlocks the Gene Lock is rated by the Main God as having immense potential—qualified for copying into the Demon team.

But due to my uniqueness, the Main God’s copying attempt failed mysteriously, and it detected the anomaly in my soul, treating me like a computer virus.

Unable to act directly, it arranged the Death Note plotline, which shouldn’t have existed, hoping to use the world’s cosmic logic to erase me from the horror film.

But my strength, thanks to my cheat, far exceeded the Main God’s expectations—I not only survived and returned to the Main God space, but also unlocked the second stage of the Gene Lock.

According to the Main God’s basic rules, someone like me must be nurtured carefully, so afterward, it held back, even giving me the chance to become captain during Biohazard.

Later, perhaps its CPU overheated, and it began oscillating wildly between killing me and nurturing me.

Eventually, for reasons unknown, the two commands merged—causing the difficulty Zhixian of Alien 1 to rise, yet leaving just a sliver of survival chance.

Now, even the team battle meant for The Mummy has been moved into Ju-On—and it’s a three-team battle, likely to further squeeze the potential of me and the Zhongzhou team, telling us: if you don’t want to die, get stronger fast…

All of this was Wu Xian’s mental speculation. The truth remains unknown—but it’s not impossible.

“Fuck! If this is true, when I get stronger, I’ll definitely beat the hell out of the idiots who built the Main God—make you pay for fucking up the code!”

Mentally seething, Wu Xian shifted the topic without showing emotion: “Xiao Chu, we’ll discuss the Demon team and copies later—right now, we’re talking about the next horror film’s team battle.”

“Where were we… oh, this team battle involves three teams: Yinzhou, Xihai, and our Zhongzhou team.”

“Since we Zhongzhou team has the highest rating from the Main God, we’re considered the strongest of the three—and thus the last to enter the Ju-On world. Do you know what that means?”

“You mean… the other two teams will have more time to prepare, maybe even team up to fight us together?”

This time, Zhan Lan spoke first, fully living up to her role as the intellectual anchor before Chu Xuan joined.

“Correct. They’re very likely to team up against us Zhongzhou—but ‘united in harmony’? At best, it’s just a desperate alliance of scoundrels.”

Wu Xian sneered, then turned to Chu Xuan: “What’s your plan, Xiao Chu? How do you intend to handle this situation?”

“Simple. Use overwhelming strength to intimidate them.”

Chu Xuan said calmly, offering an answer utterly uncharacteristic of a strategist.

“Just… that simple?”

Zheng Zha tilted his head, skeptical of Chu Xuan’s blunt, direct approach.

“When you possess absolute strength capable of effortlessly resolving the problem, all plans and schemes are mere trivial tricks… provided you truly have the [Power] to crush everything. Otherwise, [Wisdom] becomes paramount.”

As he spoke, Chu Xuan turned again to Wu Xian: “If I recall correctly, you just emphasized ‘Main God’s rating’ when describing the power gap between those two teams and ours.”

Can I assume the Main God cannot fully judge a Lunhuizhede true strength? Those two teams may not be much weaker than us.”

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