Chapter 96: Cheng Xiao: Shit! I

The god’s teleportation process was brief—barely a blink—but to Cheng Xiao at this moment, those few seconds felt endlessly long.

It was because the side effects of his forced opening of the Baihui point had finally erupted completely.

This experience was hard to describe in words; if forced to, it felt like billions of ants crawling and gnawing at every inch of his flesh, even as if his brain had been pulled out and repeatedly kneaded and scrubbed.

Is this the backlash from forcibly opening the Baihui point? It doesn’t feel anything like what Old Deng described—it’s more like being poisoned by some specialized torture toxin.

Thinking of this, Cheng Xiao clenched his teeth and used his last willpower to send a message to the Golden Silkworm Parasite inside him, trying to make it release its paralyzing toxin to ease this inhuman agony.

But just then, a familiar voice reached his ears—yet colder, far more detached than he remembered.

“God, heal him. Deduct the reward points from his own account.”

Before Cheng Xiao could identify whose voice it was, a profoundly gentle and warm force enveloped his entire body.

Instantly, the terrifying pain eased dramatically, and as time passed, it faded entirely, replaced by the comfort of soaking in a hot spring—he couldn’t help letting out a soft sigh, as if he’d just received a full-body massage.

After what felt like an eternity, Cheng Xiao finally opened his eyes, and as his body sensed weightlessness, he instinctively rolled over and landed on the ground.

At the same time, feeling his meridians and dantian restored to perfect condition, even more resilient than before, a smile of joy crossed his face—he was about to raise his head and thank them.

But when he clearly saw the figures before him, Cheng Xiao’s expression froze.

“Zheng Zha, Chu Da Xiao, and… who are you guys?”

Yes, Cheng Xiao saw Zheng Zha and Chu Xuan among the crowd. Though these two felt different from how he remembered them, they were still unmistakably those two.

But what about the others? Several of them were clearly foreigners from different regions.

Was he dreaming? Or did the God Space have a temporary new-recruit recruitment function?

“Huh? You know me?”

Hearing Cheng Xiao’s words, Zheng Zha, seated at the head of the conference table, froze in surprise.

The next second, he appeared before Cheng Xiao as if teleporting, scanning him up and down.

“Right, you’re Chinese—you must be from the Zhongzhou team, right?”

Under Cheng Xiao’s bewildered stare, the man before him—identical in appearance to Zheng Zha but clearly different in aura—pressed both hands hard on his shoulders, his expression filled with excitement.

What do you mean “from the Zhongzhou team”? If I’m not from Zhongzhou, then I’m…

Holy shit! Wait a minute!

Isn’t this the Zhongzhou team’s God Space?

Cheng Xiao opened his mouth wide, stammering helplessly, unable to speak.

At the same time, memories suddenly surfaced in his mind—bits of information he’d picked up during casual chats with Zheng Zha, Li Xiaoyi, and other veterans.

If he remembered correctly, Zheng Zha had said that besides the Indra and West Sea teams they’d personally wiped out, the God Space contained fourteen other reincarnation teams.

Most were divided by regions of Blue Planet, but two were particularly unusual.

Tian Shen and Mo E.

Leaving aside Tian Shen’s entire roster of “Captain”-level members, Mo E’s composition left a deeper impression on Cheng Xiao.

According to Zheng Zha’s description, Mo E’s members weren’t real people—they were one-to-one copies created by the God Space from reincarnators with potential and talent.

When he first heard this, Cheng Xiao had been shocked, and silently prayed the God Space wouldn’t notice his pathetic little self and copy him into Mo E.

But given the current situation, things were clearly heading in the direction he feared most.

“So what the hell is so special about me? God, tell me—I’ll change right now, okay?!”

Cheng Xiao felt like crying, staring at the man before him—99% likely a copy of Zheng Zha—and the even colder, more icy Chu Da Xiao behind him. Finally, he resigned himself and nodded, giving a general account of what he’d endured in the Ju Yan world.

He gave only a general account because he hadn’t yet grasped his status as a copy, and didn’t want to leak intelligence about Zhongzhou’s teammates, lest Mo E gain an unfair advantage in future team battles.

Cheng Xiao was overthinking it—with a copy of Chu Xuan present, such information could be obtained through countless channels; whether he spoke or stayed silent made no difference.

Back to the matter at hand!

Zheng Zha—or rather, the copy of Zheng Zha—listened intently as Cheng Xiao recounted his story. When he heard Zhongzhou had initiated a team battle in Ju Yan, and even a three-team clash, his brow twitched slightly.

Then, upon hearing the name “Reinhardt” and learning the man had been half-killed by Wu Xian and taken by Chu Xuan for research, to be used as an upgrade package for Zhongzhou’s Zheng Zha, the copy’s face turned into a kaleidoscope of expressions.

Toward the end, he couldn’t help but twitch his lips upward—but fought hard to suppress it, wearing the pained expression of “I can’t laugh—I’m professionally trained”—leaving Cheng Xiao utterly speechless.

Confirmed: this was Zheng Zha. Even if copied, he still pretended to be cold, but deep down, he was just as ridiculous as ever!

“Hmph! Useless! After three horror movies, you still haven’t broken the third-level gene lock. If I were in Zhongzhou…”

Soon after hearing Cheng Xiao’s account of his experience in Ju Yan—especially how Zhongzhou’s Zheng Zha had finally broken the third-level gene lock under his team’s protection—the copy of Zheng Zha’s eyes flickered with complex emotion, recalling the moment he himself had been copied into Mo E.

Unlike the original storyline, Zheng Zha was copied at the exact instant he had just created Luo Li.

Compared to the original’s infamous version, this Zheng Zha had already unlocked the second-level gene lock, carried no qigong burden, and had mastered the C-rank skill [Red Flame], perfectly synced with his vampire mutation bloodline.

Because of this, when the Mo E veterans had attacked him in unison, he’d barely managed to hold his ground—and using a brief burst of power and their momentary carelessness, he’d escaped with Luo Li into an empty God Room, securing temporary safety.

Otherwise, given what those bastards later did to new recruits, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

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