Era of Magic and Martial Arts

"Science is powerful, but ultimately, evil sacrifices prevail!"

After narrowly escaping danger once again, Feng Yuhuai hid by the wall, watching.

She didn’t have a single selfish thought of letting her boyfriend hold off the scientist while she ran away first.

Even when [Mask] seemed to be in trouble several times along the way, Feng Yuhuai didn’t move an inch.

This was a stark contrast to when she mercilessly abandoned Yang Tuo to save her own life.

It was clear that [Mask] was Feng Yuhuai’s true love!

(Yang Tuo: "... Do I still have to be compared and dragged out to be whipped even after death?!)

Feng Yuhuai’s lips curled into a proud smile:

"As expected, in the end, it’s my boyfriend who won!"

In the dark tunnel, Cuicui’s fists clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.

She felt a wave of powerlessness, with intense fear and despair rising within her:

"Feng Yuhuai is a monster wearing human skin; her boyfriend is an even more terrifying monster. How could I possibly kill her?"

Zhang Liyou bit her lip hard, her tongue licking her own blood.

Strangely, she felt an unusual calmness, as if all her emotions had been drained away.

She was already numb.

Or rather, it could also be called... awakening.

"Relying on others to kill the monster Feng Yuhuai is impossible. No one else can be trusted, I must abandon all illusions, and if I want to kill her, I can only rely on myself!"

"But I am just an ordinary college student, can I really handle such a monster?"

The day’s experiences flashed through her mind like a nightmare:

Cannibalistic monsters, eerie shadows, a pathological scientist... this world was far from the simple one she learned about in books.

"Since the world has become so strange..."

Zhang Liyou’s gaze gradually grew determined, with hope kindling within her heart, a hope not based on other monsters, but on herself.

"If that’s the case, then there must be ways to gain strength beyond Martial Arts. I need to adopt a different perspective, even live a different life, to understand this world anew."

Zhang Liyou took a deep breath and slowly glanced around.

In this dark sewer, there was a pervasive irritating putrid smell, and every shadow seemed to hide unknown dangers, yet also limitless possibilities.

She felt as if she were in a massive maze, and perhaps the exit was hidden somewhere unexpectedly.

"There must be a chance, and it’s certainly somewhere, maybe it’s already by my side."

Incredibly, Zhang Liyou turned her head to glance at Luo Ji.

Luo Ji was tightly gripping a mirror in his hand, an old, ancient style that looked like it had been retrieved from a dead person’s tomb.

A series of questions surged in her mind:

"When did Luo Ji take out the mirror again, did he take it from his pocket? Why would he take out a mirror now, who is he planning to reflect with it?"

At this moment, Luo Ji’s face was twisted, his complexion as pale as paper, with a black ominous mist swirling around his brow, and murky blood veins crazily spreading in his pupils.

His hands were shaking uncontrollably, the veins on the exposed part of his forearms bulging like wriggling worms under his skin, and large beads of sweat rolled down his tense muscles, splashing onto the mirror surface and creating tiny splashes.

His eyes were tightly shut, not opening a sliver.

Initially, countless [Masks] slowly emerged on the mirror, each uniformly marked with the [Ghost Shadow] life chart above their heads.

[Ghost Shadow]?

[Shadow of the Curtain]?

Before Luo Ji could discern the connection between these two life charts, the illusions in the mirror shattered like bubbles.

Then, a new [Mask] appeared in the mirror.

Yes, Luo Ji was the first in the room to see through the true identity of [Mask], even earlier than the frontline scientist.

Because, the life chart above that [Mask]’s head was neither [Shadow of the Curtain] nor [Ghost Shadow], it wasn’t even a single [Life Chart], but...

One, another, and yet another, stacked like building blocks by an invisible hand, piling higher and higher over the head of [Mask].

Luo Ji barely had time to count, just a glance at the [Life Chart] at the bottom made his head ring as if struck by a heavy hammer, a violent tremor hitting him.

His eyes were instantly bloodshot and swollen, twitching madly in their sockets, as if the eyeballs had come alive, desperately trying to escape from this lifeless body.

And the name of that life chart was — [Iron Throne]!

Then, in shock, Luo Ji looked away, not daring to glance at the life charts stacked above.

Luo Ji wisely chickened out, instinctively wanting to move the mirror, but at the moment he exerted force to turn the mirror, it suddenly became as heavy as a thousand pounds.

His wrist creaked from the strain, his knuckles turning a ghostly white, yet the mirror didn’t budge, as if welded to the air.

It was as if a pair of greedy eyes lurked within the mirror, fixating on the sumptuous feast like a hungry ghost, filled with obsession and reluctance, unwilling to move an inch.

Chilling down his spine, Luo Ji thought, "Is the mirror possessed by [Mask]?"

Every hair on his body stood on end, and he decisively closed his eyes—his eyeballs obediently dropped the "curtain," playing dead, and his vision plunged into darkness.

Because of this, Luo Ji missed the scene where bones grew from [Mask]’s palm.

Otherwise, deep in his consciousness, he would have screamed hysterically:

"Could [Mask] also be an Apostle graced by my Lord?!"

Luo Ji dared not look at the mirror, but Zhang Liyou seized the moment he closed his eyes to stare fiercely into it.

Her pupils constricted in shock—there was no sign of [Mask] in the mirror!

Instead, it reflected another scene, another two, three, four, five... huge, bizarre, horrifying, terrifying scenes.

These scenes piled layer upon layer in the mirror, each one twisting and deforming as if trying to break free of the mirror’s confines.

Zhang Liyou’s breath stalled unnoticed as she saw with horror, that the scenes inside the mirror were rapidly multiplying at a shocking geometric rate, as if these images had come to life, spawning on their own.

In a blink, they filled the entire mirror space, forming a winding, distorted, gloomy, terrifying gallery.

Zhang Liyou’s mouth formed an "O" shape, unable to grasp the meaning of the mirror scenes, simply feeling an eerie suffocation spilling out from the mirror...