Clown Game
Chapter 118 - 118 104 Angels Demons

Chapter 118: 104 Angels? Demons? Chapter 118: 104 Angels? Demons? Chen Xiao dragged his exhausted body back to his small apartment.

No one would have imagined that Jingjing suddenly turned from a copy boss into a little tag-along. This dramatic turn of events was quite abrupt, but fortunately, Chen Xiao had timely handed Jingjing over to the fat otaku downstairs; otherwise, scenarios like “live loli sacrifice” too horrifying to accept might have occurred.

Through this mission, the drawback of Chen Xiao’s poor physical condition became highlighted. Had it been another field agent with a sufficient ability rating of C-class, their physical condition would have undoubtedly seen a significant improvement. For instance, in this “Mirror Girl” mission, if it were handled by Captain Li, it would have been much easier for him. With the rapid reaction time provided by the “Full Cerebral Lobe Enhancement Serum,” he could have noticed something off the very instant Jingjing appeared in the mirror, and even if he hadn’t noticed, he wouldn’t have been instantly killed by Jingjing, but would have easily avoided a fatal injury. The mission would be considered complete as long as he wasn’t foolish enough to move closer to the mirror afterward.

But Chen Xiao couldn’t do that. He could only follow a path similar to “deductive reasoning.” If it hadn’t been for the fact that he wasn’t on the 17th floor corridor when Jingjing went berserk, it’s likely he would have been killed on the spot. His slight physique maybe wouldn’t even match up to some of the police officers there.

It’s somewhat pitiful; since joining the Foundation, Chen Xiao had nearly gained nothing except for the “Self-Harm Revolver.” Of course, this was intentional by some people, but fortunately, this “bad luck” seemed to be about to leave Chen Xiao soon.

So, to cut a long story short, at the moment, Chen Xiao looked at the living room furniture that was once again knocked askew and felt not the slightest discomfort; he had long grown accustomed to his apartment being “haunted” like this.

He simply threw himself onto the sofa, settling into a typical collapse posture.

Now that things had quieted down, Chen Xiao began to reflect on that person he hadn’t had the chance to thoroughly ponder—Boss Zhou.

Although he appeared so commonplace every time he appeared, even a fool could tell he was definitely no ordinary person.

That incredibly strong sense of discord…

After his arrival, it seemed like all events would unfold towards the outcome he desired.

For example, the first time they met, he didn’t want to see a fight, so everyone there just stopped fighting.

For instance, this time, he wanted to sit and talk to someone, so chairs would mysteriously be brought over for him.

It wasn’t just these incidents that became strange; in fact, as soon as Boss Zhou stood there, that indescribable sense of discord would surge forth.

It was like seeing someone selling KFC breakfasts in the middle of a battlefield or someone dropping their pants to pee at the mouth of an erupting volcano; it was the feeling of completely mismatched events being forcibly pieced together.

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It was as if something immensely terrifying was stuffed into the body of a grandpa casually strolling through the park.

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This thought suddenly popped into Chen Xiao’s mind. The next second, he felt incredibly uncomfortable and shifted his body uneasily.

However, he didn’t pay attention to this sudden discomfort, his mind still immersed in thoughts about Boss Zhou.

In Chen Xiao’s mind, it was as if a wall had appeared, turning various seemingly unrelated matters abruptly on its head, classifying and pinning them together.

He thought of the being who claimed to be an “Angel”, whose body grew increasingly decayed, and whose bloody wings were crafted from fresh blood. Clearly, that wasn’t her original form;

she had just stuffed herself into the body of a little girl.

If she claimed to be an “Angel,” then it somehow didn’t seem so hard to accept someone else claiming to be a “Devil.”

At this moment, Chen Xiao recalled the faint smoky haze and the unmistakable pungent smell emanating from Boss Zhou… in many stories, these fiery elements always pointed towards a similar place, which most people called “hell.” So, to where would the elevator ridden by Boss Zhou lead? Could it perpetually descend through the earth’s surface, reaching that location that only exists in stories?

Well… so, do places like heaven or hell really exist? A bloody “Angel” forever hidden inside a log cabin, not daring to step out, and a devil so ordinary continuously wandering around—if all this were true, then it doesn’t quite match what people have depicted, does it?

As Chen Xiao pondered this, he vaguely felt an unstoppable trend of thought.

If say, angels and devils were not in their original forms but appeared before people through something similar to a “vessel,” then what was the deal with that particularly special mission?

Yes, the special mission Chen Xiao thought of was the “Dark Realm.”

When he first entered the “Dark Realm,” Chen Xiao deduced from the continuously contracting fleshballs that any living being exposed within that “anomalous range” would become a vessel for something. At the end of the mission, the giant bloody eye confirmed his speculation.

So, what exactly is that thing, and does it also want to find a vessel to enter this world? Is it like many comic stories depict, an invasion from another world…

That’s not right, if we say that “Heaven,” “Hell,” and “Otherworld” all simultaneously have explosive ambitions to invade this world, that seems to imply there’s something inherently problematic with this world itself.

Is this place merely a battlefield, or perhaps a “crossroads” of sorts?

“The Foundation… is doing something terrifying…” Chen Xiao suddenly recalled these words that a woman named Qiu Mujin had told him a long time ago.

Could it be that humans are the antagonistic force in this story, that we did something that led other worlds to try to stop us?

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These questions are all too remote, using a low-dimensional way of thinking to speculate about high-dimensional matters, which in itself is quite ridiculous.

But Chen Xiao was still very happy, lying on the sofa and daydreaming. Instinctively, he pinned the four elements “Angel,” “Devil,” “Dark Realm,” and “Order Foundation” onto the wall in his mind. Many threads later connected them to each other, forming a complex web… At the center of the web, the answer remained blurry and indiscernible.

If so many mysteries actually pointed towards a single answer, then, what would that answer be?

Naturally, Chen Xiao couldn’t know right now, but he felt that he was gradually seeing a vague path, a path that would lead him to the end, so he was not in any hurry.

“This is really interesting…” he muttered,

At the same time, he felt a bit sleepy.

Chen Xiao’s physical condition was that of an ordinary person, and naturally, he would feel sleepy, so, he just leaned on the sofa and gradually closed his eyes.

In a half-dream state, a rather absurd idea occurred to him…

“Could it be that I am also just a vessel?”

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“Take medicine when you have a cold…”

“Bottles are easy to break…”

“Tighten the faucet properly…”

Within the gaps of Chen Xiao’s half-asleep, half-awake state, these phrases appeared like wisps of smoke.

It seemed as though someone had said these things.

I felt like I was admonishing myself, that I must remember.

What did they mean?

Who cares?

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(Besides checking in every day, is there another faster way to increase my level in the QiDian app? I still haven’t reached 500 experience points, and I can only watch you all “short” and “small,” sigh.)