Chapter 82: Not Even the Corpses Are Spared (Seek Follow-up Subscriptions

“That’s not important.”

Chu Xuan did not answer directly; instead, he calmly stood up, walked to the android, stared at the wound on its chest for a while, then reached out and removed the glasses from its nose, placing them on his own face.

A strange white light flickered across the lenses, and the android beside him, like a machine cut off from power, gradually lost its gaze and slowly lowered its head.

Watching this, Wu Xian’s lip twitched, and he couldn’t help but mutter: “What’s this supposed to mean? Are you trying to tell us your glasses are your real body?”

“Haha! Come on, Captain, don’t be mad. Chu Xuan did this just to protect himself—he’s just a researcher, unlike us who have powerful abilities. And he’s fine now, isn’t that good enough?”

“And Chu Xuan, you really shouldn’t have come up with such a method to protect yourself. It’s not wrong, but there was no need to hide it from your teammates.”

“You don’t know how worried the Captain was about you—he nearly turned Tokyo upside down… Quick! Apologize to the Captain. This matter is over!”

At that moment, Zheng Zha suddenly stepped forward, mediating the situation—apparently worried that Wu Xian might be upset over Chu Xuan’s deception, he unusually displayed the skills expected of an office director.

A researcher doesn’t have power like ours?

Do you even realize what you’re saying? Those people in the original story who were crushed by Chu Xuan would surely faint from shame in the bathroom!

Wu Xian felt utterly speechless, as if countless old grievances were clogging his chest, unsure where to begin venting.

On the other side, upon hearing Zheng Zha’s words, Chu Xuan turned his head toward him.

In those eyes, as flat as stagnant water, a rare flicker of confusion appeared—as if asking, “What did I do wrong? Why should I apologize?”

Yet at that moment, memories of the Zhongzhou team’s daily interactions in the Alien 1 world and the Main God Space suddenly surfaced in his mind.

After a few seconds of silence, Chu Xuan slowly nodded. Under Zheng Zha’s relieved gaze, he said to Wu Xian: “Sorry. I was wrong.”

“??? ”

Seeing this, Wu Xian couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, his mind startled, as he cast suspicious glances back and forth between Zheng Zha and Chu Xuan.

He wondered when their relationship had become so close—they’d never had any special interaction before.

Was this the convergence of worldlines? Even across parallel worlds, Gu and Jun were fated to share an unbreakable, cursed bond?

For a moment, he silently mourned Luo Li, then tossed aside these chaotic thoughts and addressed the group:

“Alright, as long as no one’s hurt, let’s reunite with the others and wrap up the team battle. After that, we must focus entirely on completing this main quest.”

“I have a feeling—if we don’t resolve the source of the curse within seven days, something terrible will happen.”

“What kind of thing? Even you’re taking it this seriously?”

Zheng Zha asked curiously.

“I don’t know. It’s just a feeling.”

Wu Xian rubbed his chin and voiced his guess: “World destruction is probably unlikely, but this island of neon we’re standing on? It’s definitely going to suffer.”

“But…”

Zhan Lan looked at Wu Xian with a strange expression: “That doesn’t sound like a bad thing, does it?”

“...Fair point.”

…

Twenty minutes later, inside a bustling temple in Tokyo, all members of the Zhongzhou team had gathered.

At this moment, they stared in eerie silence at the five life-support devices just unearthed from the ground, their faint human shapes barely visible within.

Clearly, the five people lying inside these life-support pods were the newcomers of the West Sea team.

As mentioned earlier, the West Sea team entered the Curse world first and thus suffered the earliest attacks from Kayako. Soon after, two newcomers died mysteriously, causing the West Sea team to lose two team points first.

To prevent further losses, Yuriann and Reinhardt began searching Tokyo for churches or temples—places that might resist the curse.

Eventually, they arrived at this temple. After confirming the curse’s aura could not approach, Yuriann used his psychic power to manipulate the temple monks’ minds, then placed the remaining five West Sea newcomers into life-support devices capable of blocking psychic energy, burying them beneath the temple square as hidden refuge.

To be fair, ignoring the newcomers’ feelings, this maneuver was effective. Had they not encountered the Zhongzhou team as a glitch, they might have safely survived the team battle—and even profited handsomely.

Unfortunately, the world has no room for “what ifs.”

“Sigh…”

Wu Xian sighed, then turned to look at Reinhardt and Yuriann, who had awakened but were bound by countless rune chains. A cold smile curled on his lips.

“How does it feel, being turned into fish on someone else’s chopping block?”

“You damn yellow monkeys! Don’t get cocky—someday… bang bang bang bang————!!!”

Reinhardt, true to his professional racist nature, clung to his persona even at death’s door.

Before he could finish, a massive telekinetic force slammed his head into the ground, forcing him to perform a full three-kneel, nine-bow salute before everyone present.

High damage. Extreme humiliation.

His face—the one Z-Da had officially declared the most handsome—was now a bloody pulp, emitting bestial roars of pure rage.

But it was useless. The hundreds of sealing runes drawn by the Tongtian Lu locked his vampiric energy tightly within his body, rendering him powerless for now, entirely at Wu Xian’s mercy.

Just as he had done to the West Sea newcomers.

Soon, about five minutes passed. Wu Xian, as if bored, unleashed a violent surge of psychic force, knocking Reinhardt unconscious and tossing him at Chu Xuan’s feet.

“Little Chu, do as we discussed—extract the blood essence from this guy. His reward points are yours too. Consider it team research funding.”

“Understood.”

Chu Xuan adjusted his glasses, gazing at the unconscious Reinhardt as if he were a lab rat, and said calmly:

“I acquired a device in the Alien world that can extract black water essence from Xenomorphs. Once we return to the Main God Space, it may meet your needs—allowing me to create an evolution serum to help Zheng Zha upgrade his bloodline.”

Hearing this, Zheng Zha’s face lit up with joy. Beside him, Yuriann, still bound by runes, turned deathly pale, his expression one of utter despair.

Too cruel! The Zhongzhou team is truly ruthless!

Not only do they kill and harvest souls—they won’t even spare the corpses!

“Wait! Don’t kill me! I’m useful!!”

Seeing Wu Xian approach him, Yuriann finally abandoned his pride, pleading desperately: “I have a special item to switch teams—I can join Zhongzhou! If you wish, I’ll sign a master-servant contract and become your loyal dog! Just spare me—”

“Bang————!!”

“Too much talk.”

Wu Xian wiped the blood off the Huntean Yanzhuan, listened to the Main God’s notification in his ear, then turned his gaze to the five life-support pods, remaining silent for a long while.

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