After Death, I Became a Superhuman

Surprising, red scene.

The sky was deep red, with a silky red mist. Within the eerie fog, there seemed to be the marks of ghosts and gods, like devils with wide eyes, wicked and eerie, sometimes hidden in the bloody red mist, sometimes rising slowly.

The purgatory-like crimson seemed to dye the entire space red, and a sense of distortion permeated the enclosed space.

Jiang Bei saw himself bound to a cross, like Jesus facing judgment.

Illusion.

Jiang Bei quickly realized that this was some kind of powerful mental ability. It seemed that there was a reason why someone was called the "Master of the Mind." He might indeed have a hand in the extraordinary field of mental abilities.

The sky had no boundaries, and beneath the cross was a liquid that resembled blood. Bubbles occasionally emerged, accompanied by red ripples, as if immersed in a pool of bloody and death.

Even the smell of blood in the air was so vivid, as if traversing between layers of hell, every inch of skin touched pure evil.

The pool of blood stirred.

The dripping blood stood up in front of Jiang Bei, thickly gathering and solidifying into a humanoid form. The Master of the Mind stood in front of him, unable to contain his excitement and joy on his face.

At this moment, he felt lucky. Because, to be honest, although he had boasted before, he wasn't sure if his ability would be effective against this superhuman.

After all, this extraordinary being couldn't be judged by common sense. All the extraordinary abilities that should have been effective in the past were not very useful in front of him. So the Master of the Mind could only assume that illusions might not work either.

But now it seemed to be effective!

In the previous second, the Master of the Mind was trembling and had experienced a whirlwind of thoughts. Now, he was filled with surprise and felt that he had succeeded.

Is this it? Is this the superhuman?

Indeed, the brain is the natural direction of evolution, even for the extraordinary. Those bags of wine and rice before were completely unreliable. It has to be me, the Master of the Mind.

The sky cleared and the rain stopped. The Master of the Mind felt that he had succeeded again.

He revealed a cruel smile, "I don't know who you are, but you have caused us a lot of trouble recently. But consider yourself unlucky, falling into my hands.

The time and space here are determined by my will. Your body may be indestructible, but your consciousness will die here."

He narrowed his eyes and coldly raised his hand. A liquid like blood swirled and condensed in his palm, forming a sharp bone-cutting knife.

"And you will die slowly."

He burst into laughter and stabbed Jiang Bei's body with the knife.

Then.

"Ah ah ah!!!"

The laughter abruptly stopped and turned into a heart-wrenching scream.

The Master of the Mind's face twisted in extreme pain, and a long string of question marks appeared on his forehead.

Wait, something's not right. This is my illusion, and I should be torturing him. Why am I the one in pain?

It should be this superhuman nailed to the cross.

Wait, when did the bone-cutting knife end up in his hand?

No, wait a minute, when did I climb onto the cross?

The Master of the Mind looked bewildered, looking up at the sky, looking at the ground, and then looking at himself bound to the cross. His confusion reached an unprecedented level.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

"So this is an illusion. How amazing."

Jiang Bei looked curious and poked him with the bone-cutting knife.

"Ah ah ah!!!" The Master of the Mind screamed again.

"Interesting."

Jiang Bei seemed to have discovered a new continent. He flipped his palm, had a thought, and the bone-cutting knife in his hand produced a surging blood-like liquid, forming a vortex that disappeared into his palm.

Then he raised his hand and made a gesture. In an instant, the blood-colored domain spun around.

The mist disappeared, and the eerie blood color vanished. The sky and earth instantly transformed into a modern city of steel and concrete, with skyscrapers towering into the clouds and bustling streets.

With a thought from Jiang Bei, the city's layout changed instantly. Half of the street stood upright, and the ninety-degree vertical road seemed to reach the sky. The skyscrapers appeared to be broken in half, forming an impossible right angle.

The Master of the Mind was dumbfounded.

Wow, this is my illusion! Mine!

Illusions aren't wives, why the fuck can they be cheated on?

In the next moment, the Master of the Mind's vision blurred, and he appeared in the middle of the city's light rail track with the cross he was bound to. The headlights of the light rail car pierced the darkness, accompanied by a thunderous roar like the Grim Reaper, rushing towards him along the track.

The Master of the Mind's pupils contracted. As he saw the speeding train getting closer and closer, he repeatedly self-suggested like chanting a spell.

It's all an illusion. It's not real, not real, not real."Ahhhhhh!!!"

His body was wracked with excruciating pain, as if being torn apart. He, along with the cross he was attached to, was sent flying far away.

He suddenly realized that perhaps because this wasn't real, it was even more brutal.

If this were reality, he would have died instantly from such a blow. But here, not only did he have to endure heart-wrenching pain, but he also had to continue living to face the subsequent torture.

Just like what he had done to countless innocent people before.

But he still couldn't understand how this had happened.

How could this be possible!?

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His worst fear had been that his Transcendent powers would have no effect on Superman. Perhaps the other's consciousness was as invulnerable as his body, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through that mental fortress.

He never expected that the reality would be even more outrageous than his worst imagination. The opponent seemed to have willingly accepted his illusion, then snatched the controller from his hand, and with a wicked grin said, "Let me have a look."

It was as absurd as being kicked out of a choir for singing off-key. Fuck.

The Mind Controller felt his body bizarrely flying across the entire city, then with a splash, he fell into the water. The salty, icy water rushed into his mouth and nose unexpectedly, flooding his lungs.

He swam desperately.

It felt like he had been swimming for a century. When the last bit of strength in his body seemed to have been drained, he finally reached the surface. He struggled to keep his head above water, greedily trying to take a breath of fresh air, but all he inhaled was a strong, choking smell of blood.

When he turned his head, his heart stopped again.

Sharks.

Countless sharks had surrounded him.

Their mouths full of sharp teeth seemed to be smirking.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The unimaginable pain was like feeling his body being torn into pieces and swallowed into the bellies of countless sharks.

During this time, a thought crossed his mind.

Right, this was his Transcendent power, his summoned illusion. So theoretically, all he needed to do was press the shutdown button, cut off the power.

Even if he was killed by Superman in reality, it would be much better than enduring his own torture.

Just concentrate, concentrate.

Damn it, why the hell can't I turn it off!?

He was on the verge of tears.

The sharks left after having their fill. But the next moment, he found himself sitting in a plane with a burning engine, plummeting towards the ground. The desperate cries of the passengers filled his ears, and the sensation of freefall almost made him vomit his breakfast from the day before.

A sentence involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

"You can never truly reach 'death'."

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Outside the illusion, in the basement of the real villa, Jiang Bei was watching the Mind Controller. After activating his Transcendent power, the man had fallen to the ground, his body twitching.

"So illusions can be this interesting." Jiang Bei was somewhat addicted.

He felt a bit regretful that he couldn't actively use illusions. He could only kick the room owner out and enjoy the room after the other party had created it using illusion.

As he was enjoying himself, he saw the Mind Controller's eyes roll back, his body convulsing, and foam starting to come out of his mouth.

"Oh no, I didn't accidentally kill him, did I?"

Mind Controller: "@#￥%&"