Chapter 736: My Weapon

Lu Mi stood at the hollow exit of the quarry, wanting to assist Mr. K against Perle, but didn't know what he could do.

His past experience told him that any action taken against the "Supervisor" without divinity would ultimately rebound onto himself and have no effect on that half-god.

Having removed the golden mask, Lu Mi could only stay put, pondering what items he had that might be useful, while helplessly watching Mr. K fight Perle as a bystander.

At the same time, he scanned the surroundings, searching for a way to shatter the mirror world entirely.

Meanwhile, Anthony maintained his previous posture, continuing to sketch on the blank sketchbook missing one page.

This time, he would draw the "Magician" lady.

Watching Mr. K's performance and hearing his screams with every slash, Lu Mi felt a faint spiritual contamination.

He hadn't expected that Mr. K, to some extent, could restrain the "Supervisor"—neither fearing her accusations nor lacking the means to harm her.

Lu Mi silently prayed that even if Mr. K couldn't defeat Perle, he could at least drive her away.

Mr. K strained his waist and abdomen, flinging his upper body forward, combining with the downward momentum to bring the dark, heavy greatsword down a third time upon Perle's head.

Perle didn't move her feet, didn't use any ability like "Mirror Transit" to escape, didn't roll or dodge—she remained beside the protruding rock, merely thinning her body into darkness, becoming a shadow, and continuously splitting into more.

The dark, heavy greatsword slashed down silently, cleaving multiple shadows cleanly in half.

Those shadows darted swiftly around the protruding rock, endlessly flowing, reuniting to reform Perle's body.

Where the dark sword had cut them, the connections failed to mend properly; they could only be crudely stacked together, forming a distorted human shape with multiple cracks and misaligned parts.

Mr. K leapt upward, preparing to swing again, the greatsword clenched in his gaping mouth.

At that moment, his body rapidly shrank, and the cold black armor on his skin vanished just as quickly.

He was punished, forced back into his original form: a black hooded figure in a matching long robe.

The hastily reassembled shadows began to fade from black, inch by inch revealing human skin, the long crimson dress.

…………

Inside a shadowy church, somewhere unknown.

The half-formed mercury serpent phantom gradually faded and vanished.

"Restart" was complete.

"Loki," seated on the black wooden-backed chair, suddenly thinned and shrank, regressing into a paper doll.

The paper doll and chair abruptly collapsed inward, crumbling into dust.

Loki's figure appeared in a corner deep within the church, while the "Magician," seemingly still hovering midair, swiftly sketched another self behind him.

Loki was about to reach into the void and drag out someone, but his pitch-black eyes suddenly turned blue.

Blue rapidly darkened, then returned to blue, alternating endlessly between the two colors.

Loki froze, unable to pull out a helper, allowing the "Magician" to extend her right palm and grasp firmly.

The dark void bent, engulfing Loki, then both collapsed with a thunderous crash, shattering into fragments buried by infinite depth.

During this process, Loki's body instantly became insubstantial, unreal—as if merely a projection, or a puppet swapped in at some unknown time.

The "Hermit," the "Judgment," and the "Magician" all heard a sigh of regret and saw the shadowy church itself begin to fade and disintegrate.

It, too, seemed to be a projection.

Immediately after, a faint, aged voice drifted from far away:

"My wish is that all half-gods here lose their way for three minutes."

The shadowy church collapsed completely; all around was deep darkness, no starlight, no boundaries.

…………

Inside the special mirror world.

Seeing that Mr. K could no longer sustain his divine giant form and that the "Supervisor" Perle was nearly regaining her human shape—though appearing patched together—Lu Mi's first instinct was to immediately transform into a shadow creature and escape through the existing fissures in the mirror world to find other help.

But he didn't know whether Mr. K had used any magical items to enter, and wasn't sure if shadow transformation alone could pass through the mirror world's cracks.

Watching Perle's face slowly materialize—her eyes uneven, nostrils asymmetrical—Lu Mi, having quickly replayed the entire battle in his mind during his earlier observation, suddenly had an idea:

Actually, I can hurt the "Supervisor" too…

Mr. K can, so can I!

My fate is tied to Therimpolos; in some way, we are one being—I've long known I possess a false angelic rank!

The abilities I use lack divinity and cannot affect a "Supervisor"; neither do my items. But I myself should be able to.

I will use myself as a weapon!

In a flash of thought, Lu Mi smiled—a slightly mad grin—as if his blood was boiling, burning.

He vanished from his spot, reappearing before the "Supervisor" Perle.

His eyes had turned iron-black, revealing several pale white spots marking Perle's weaknesses.

One was on the lower left side of her face!

Before Perle's shadows could fully reassemble her body, Lu Mi's body erupted with torrents of blazing white flame.

Like flowing water, the flames surged wildly from his eyes, ears, nostrils, mouth, and pores, completely engulfing him, turning him into a blazing white figure burning from within and without.

Come on!

Burn together!

Explode together!

Merged entirely with the blazing white flame, Lu Mi swung his right fist and smashed it into Perle's left cheek.

Perle's uneven eyes first showed confusion, then sudden realization.

But she was too late to accuse, too late to move, still not truly returned.

Boom!

Lu Mi's right fist struck Perle's left cheek, caving it inward.

Accompanying the strike, a grotesque wound appeared on Lu Mi's chest and abdomen—but it was instantly flooded and sealed by the blazing white flame.

Perle felt pain, but had not yet suffered fatal damage.

At that moment, Lu Mi's face, scorched by the blazing white flame, twisted into a grotesque, mad grin.

So it really works!

I really can use myself as a weapon to strike the "Supervisor"!

Boom!

He directly detonated his right arm.

He used the pre-injected blazing white flame to blow off his own right arm.

His right fist, propelled by a furious storm of blazing white flame, plunged straight into Perle's left cheek, driving into her skull.

"Harvest"!

Crack! The special mirror world, already showing dark barriers and multiple fissures, shattered and collapsed rapidly.

Lu Mi's head suffered an invisible blow; his skull caved in, teeth fell out.

Without his right arm, his entire body blazing white flame, he was flung backward.

His face twisted in pain, yet his eyes glowed with joy.

Success!

He saw Perle's left cheek torn open by a grotesque, bloody wound—inside, pale mist and grayish brain matter tangled together, shredded and ignited by the shattered fist.

As the blazing white light radiated outward, Perle's remaining right eye lost its vitality, and her body slowly toppled.

The cages around Franca and Jianna dissolved instantly.

Witnessing this, Mr. K nodded in satisfaction:

Lu Mi is just like me!

His fighting style is very similar!

The only thing wrong is—he didn't loudly praise the Lord at the final strike.

Meanwhile, Lu Mi's head buzzed, numb to the point of near-insensibility; he collapsed onto the ground, nearly fainting.

He didn't truly pass out because he felt the massive digestion of the "Harvester" elixir, as if he had just completed another large-scale harvest beside the "Dream Festival" tomb.

This… Lu Mi first rejoiced, then, startled and suspicious, forced himself to roll over and stand up.

He knew the digestion must have come from "harvesting" the "Supervisor" Perle—but shouldn't a half-god be able to fully digest the "Harvester" elixir?

Lu Mi extinguished the blazing white flame burning within and without, took the healing potion and "Lies" earclips from Ye Busi's possession out of the "Traveler's Satchel" with his left hand, and stared at Perle's corpse.

At this moment, the special mirror world had completely collapsed; they were back in the real world, back in the quarry's hollow with its fixed mirror-world entrance.

By the protruding rock where Perle had stood, there was no corpse, no white mist.

Lu Mi saw a painting hanging on the corresponding rock wall.

The painting was torn and smashed, but faintly recognizable as depicting a woman in a long crimson dress.

"Perle?"

"Was the one we just fought not the true 'Supervisor,' but a painted figure created by her using an 'Elf' path item?"

"Does this painting grant brief life to the painted half-god, but not allow free movement?"

"Is that why Perle never left this place, always taking the attacks head-on?"

Amidst these doubts, Lu Mi gulped down the healing potion Ye Busi had exchanged from a follower of the "Great Mother," lest he collapse before six a. .

At that moment, from deep within the shattered painting, from some unknown place, came Perle's voice, laced with amusement:

"I didn't expect my painted figure to fail."

"But it doesn't matter. What matters is the vortex is forming; soon, you'll be officially drawn in."

"Everyone will be drawn in…"

Perle's voice faded, vanishing into the depths of the painting, leaving Mr. K's attempt to track her via "Teleport" futile.

PS: Another book sacrifice toad comes out, "The First Magical War"~

(End of Chapter)