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Chapter 384 - 316: Youyou Feels Socially Dead (Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 384: Chapter 316: Youyou Feels Socially Dead (Seeking Monthly Pass)

Below the Red Moon, a cool breeze blew gently.

It silenced all the roaring between heaven and earth, as if the myriad colors of the sky had been frozen onto a scroll. All the surrounding lights and shadows converged, leaving only the bizarre girl with white hair and a red dress, her sleeves fluttering slightly in the wind.

Time hadn’t stopped.

But the Ox Demon of mythology, who kept morphing and attacking the Black Armored Corps’ king of flesh and blood, had almost come to a halt.

What... what’s happening?

The Ox Demon engrossed in battle hadn’t paid too much attention to his surroundings, but the king of flesh and blood was observant.

He had felt humiliated and had fiercely resolved to take down the Black Armored Corps, to reassert the might of myth.

Myth was not something the ordinary could contend with.

He firmly believed that.

Even though he hadn’t breached the defenses of this unique corps despite going all out, he believed... he believed...

In the blink of an eye, he found the Blackwing Myth had been defeated.

"This process needs to be pieced together," he muttered.

"The bastard Blackwing has descended."

"The bastard Blackwing is heading towards human city A."

"The bastard Blackwing also encountered, a mere mortal capable of rivaling the myth?"

"The bastard Blackwing has fallen... fallen?!"

The king of flesh and blood fell silent.

As he looked up at the night sky, at the figure situated atop the ruins, a chill suddenly rose in his heart.

That presence seemed capable of spreading fear far more effectively than those like himself, labeled as the dogs of the Evil Gods.

No!

What a joke, that he, a being below only the myths, should feel fear because of a mere mortal!

The king of flesh and blood was both startled and annoyed.

He quickly distanced himself from the Black Armored Corps, fearing he might get sandwiched between the corps and that... that not quite human being. Even without being sandwiched, he had to admit, reluctantly, that the combat power of that human female... was above his own!

"If I could descend in my true form, would I cower like this!?" he exclaimed.

"If my true self were here, displaying my mythological form, everyone here... would die!"

But it was just impotent fury.

Had it not been for the descending of gods in vessels, a being with the Six Senses could never enter a world like Blue Star. Before, the king of flesh and blood had never thought of this as an issue. The descent of myths was enough to erase all resistance, even the human Oasis that tried to stop the Mother God from feeding, had to descend with more difficulty than them.

Yet today, a descended myth was blown apart by the natives of a newborn world.

Destroyed.

The entire battlefield fell momentarily silent, and all eyes turned to that figure.

The Crimson Emperor was no exception.

He was preparing to descend, not that he didn’t want to act, to join the Blackwing Myth against that female from Blue Star, but... he was acutely aware that Blue Star still had another being of mythic combat power! He was always watching.

"Another one?!"

Within the palace, the Ox Demon, the king of flesh and blood, and the Blackwing Myth, whose incarnation had been blasted, all despondent, dejected, and angry, exclaimed in shock.

How can there be another?

Is that even reasonable!

"There’s another on Blue Star capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with gods in a mortal body, and that person might actually be the strongest on Blue Star. Otherwise, why do you think I, the Emperor, would attach such importance to a mere newborn world?"

"It’s just that the methods Blue Star has shown still exceed some of my estimations."

Before this, even if not stated openly, the Crimson Emperor knew the three myths held a flippant view of his masterminded operation.

Now, no one dared to underestimate, dared to call him timid.

Yet the Crimson Emperor felt somewhat caught between a rock and a hard place.

He had made preparation after preparation for that day, for that person. He also had a target locked, his gaze fixed steadfastly on that figure in a white robe.

The clothing was different, the appearance had changed, the aura also slightly varied.

But intuition told him that it was the person he was looking for.

The world of Blue Star was peculiar, and the peculiarity may have stemmed from that person. All the preparations were a funeral meant for the man in the white robe, but... he never anticipated that Blue Star would be so unreasonable!

A sense of foreboding gradually emerged in the Crimson Emperor’s heart.

If he had anticipated that Blue Star’s trump card would be so exaggerated, he would have called for more reinforcements. However, the war had already begun, and at this point, withdrawal would mean the avatars of the Ox Demon and the king of flesh and blood could not return.

He would have to pay a much higher price.

To be defeated by Blue Star, a newborn world with no human sovereign Oasis backing, would also deal a significant blow to his status as the Crimson Emperor.

Possibly rendering him unable to hold his head high in the circle of myths!

The thought circled through his mind once, and what supported him to keep fighting, instead of strategically retreating, was naturally not the aforementioned reasons. There was only one core reason!

—He still believed!

He still had preparations!

...

...

At the Shui Ze Base City to the north, on the chaotic battlefield,

An Jianyou, realizing the enemy had been physically erased, remembered the warning of her mentor—Inhuman State should not be maintained for long, Inhuman State should not be... repeated three times.

The crucial warning replayed three times.

She began to undo it.

The eight black arms with bizarre patterns that had grown out of her back slowly retracted until they vanished in a moment, followed by the pure white color on her long white hair fading away inch by inch, turning from white back to black, and the strange orb on her forehead also slowly sank and dissipated. Her flamboyant red dress followed suit, dissipating into tiny particles of light.

In the blink of an eye,

The bizarre, terrifying figure, resembling a demon god, disappeared.

And in its place stood the frail girl on the ravaged earth.

Aside from a slight bulge on her forehead and a red string around her neck, An Jianyou had hardly any marks of contamination on her, and even after shedding her Inhuman State, her condition was still stronger than 99% of those with the Six Senses.

Even where the eight black arms had once extended from her back, there was now no trace, only smooth, fair skin.

If it wasn’t for the fact that her battle suit had become a backless dress, if it wasn’t for what had just happened, which was witnessed by many people present, it would be absolutely impossible to associate this delicate girl with the ’demon god’ they had just seen.

But now, there was no going back.

Upon seeing this delicate figure, people’s minds were filled with the image of a demon god with eight arms, white hair, and dressed in red.

This fearsome demon god had stood still in a daze after exiting the ’Inhuman State’ and scattering the Mysterious Evil all around.

"What did I just do?"

"I seem to..."

The scenes that had just occurred flashed through her mind like frames in a film.

An Jianyou had memory and consciousness.

Protected by her talent, even when merging with the Mysterious Evil and harnessing its power, she didn’t lose her sanity.

Only,

"Why would I do such a thing!"

"I actually stuck out my tongue to lick the blood that splashed... Ugh!"

An Jianyou’s face turned pale as she bent over and covered her mouth.

She couldn’t help but take out cleansing water from the Storage Ring, poured it into her mouth, gargled loudly, and then spat it out, making a disgusted sound.

She hid behind the massive body of the forge golem, rinsing her mouth over and over, even taking out a can of water and pouring it over her head, washing away the blood that had splattered onto her body and face.

"Didn’t I have the ’Protective Force Field’ skill that could block those splashes of blood? Why didn’t I think of blocking it back then?"

At that time, her thinking seemed to be that there was no need.

There was no need to let a little obsession with cleanliness affect the efficiency of the fight.

But, was it really a little obsession? It didn’t affect the efficiency of the fight either!

And...

"My battle just now, there seemed to be a lot of spectators!"

"Could that appearance have been seen by thousands of people?"

"No, don’t—"

An Jianyou was frantic.

An Jianyou was embarrassed.

An Jianyou couldn’t help but draw circles on the ground with the tip of her foot.

She was utterly humiliated!

She had no face to see anyone now!

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

The Seven Stars Mysterious Evil and the Fallen Mica were struggling to get up, and the Ox Demon Myth and the Flesh King pulled back far away, watching warily in a certain direction, where...

An Jianyou was hiding behind the golem, covering herself with dirt, muttering under her breath, her cheeks alternating between white and red.

Giving vent to her frantic sighs.

"Ahhh..."

...

"This girl..."

Fang You shook his head slightly.

Even though An Jianyou was now surrounded by several Mysterious Evils for protection, whether it was the base city on this side or the distant minions and servants of the Evil God, or even the mythical beings casting their gaze from beyond the sky... none of them could see An Jianyou hidden among the Mysterious Evils.

But he could see her.

He couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

Only An Jianyou felt she had brought about her own social death, in the eyes of others she was...

...

"Cool!"

On the front line of the battlefield, after unleashing a fiery dragon, Yiluo Xi’s eyes shone brightly, "I really want to learn that move, releasing flames with all eight arms at once. That’s just so thrilling!"

"But it’s so annoying, how did An Jianyou suddenly become so powerful? Did she secretly take extra tutoring with a teacher!"

"To tell the truth, it really was cool."

Xing Jing Lei agreed with Yiluo Xi’s first statement but disagreed with the second.

"Using eight arms to rub fireballs? Pah, ignorance. True coolness is when every blow lands flesh to flesh. The reason Miss An is strong and cool is because she used her fists to shatter that myth that had descended!"

"What did you say? Fire is art!"

"Humph, muscles are power!"

"...Art!"

"...Power!"

...

"It’s as mystifying as art yet contains surging power."

"Is this the real power of Blue Star, its true guardian deity?"

The Tower Master of Wealth found it hard to swallow.

He then looked at his own emissary, paused for a moment, and said, "Cancel the plans. No matter what happens, no matter what catastrophe Blue Star may face afterward."

Before this,

Even if the Light Red war puppet were strong, it was still just a puppet, a ’thing’ that needed a master.

Such an object would only intensify covetousness.

The Black Armored Corps were also strong, but they were still an army, not an individual’s power, with many limitations.

Only the white-haired, red-dressed woman was different.

She wasn’t a myth, but she was capable of slaying one.

That figure was deeply etched in his mind, even his true self nestled far away in the depths of thousands of layers of space in the Oasis felt a sudden chill in his heart.

All desires were extinguished.

Blue Star, must never be made an enemy.