Chapter 1062: Chapter 1062

Chapter 1062: Chapter 1060: Happy New Year (End of Volume)

The “grid”, often used as a fundamental unit in mathematics, physics, and computer fields, can effectively assist us in understanding the world by processing things in a grid-like manner.

Ordinary people also frequently encounter grids in everyday life; whether it’s games on phones or computers, their basic models are composed of numerous tiny grids. The subtle changes between each block of the grid express characters, scenes, and environments.

The more grids there are, the more realistic the effect achieved, gradually blurring the line between virtual and reality.

The face of the First Disaster is composed of countless grids.

The previous so-called mosaic was merely a ‘blurred state’ he actively presented.

In his view, facial expressions are a failed product of biological evolution. No matter how perfect an actor is, they cannot entirely eliminate the association between expressions, the brain, and emotions, which can be exploited as weaknesses, causing the brain to waste unnecessary energy.

Expressions are completely unnecessary.

Every grid on his face presents the most primitive ‘unit’ state.

When seeing the ‘true face’ of the First Disaster, any observer’s Vision will automatically zoom in and magnify, clearly seeing the state of each grid.

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Someone’s face, a certain scene, a certain item…

At a glance, it may seem like density Fear, but upon closer inspection of these display-like grids, analyzing the images between them, individuals will gradually become immersed and feel profoundly uncomfortable.

Yi Chen saw items triggering his Memory in some of the grids,

These were things from the Orphanage. As Yi Chen recalled his experiences in the Orphanage with these fragmented images, some grids swiftly fitted out dynamic Orphanage scenes resembling short videos, followed by other images regarding a cemetery, little grape, and the Gentleman Organization.

As Yi Chen continued capturing familiar images from the grids, the images displayed by the grids grew increasingly close to his Memory.

Until a pair of hands reached from behind, covering his eyes and heart, finally blocking everything.

The First Disaster’s voice followed, “No wonder you could kill the former Tenth Disaster and gain acceptance from the crew, even seeing you as a representative.

Your past is indeed extraordinary. You are a special Murderer, not like us massed in Malice, yet uniquely harboring your own Evil, an extreme malice cultivated by humanity.

The search into your Memory is over.

You truly know nothing about the amusement park incident, merely being used by William. Your ultimate choice to stand with us against William, this old friend, sufficiently indicates your [stance issue].

I’m eagerly anticipating your Performance during the Great Annihilation. Your capabilities will surely cause numerous Gods to fall.”

With his eyes covered, Yi Chen remained silent, reflecting on how his Thought was dissected moments ago, feeling the absolute oppression from the First Disaster, unable to see any chance of winning now.

Seeing Yi Chen has no intention of speaking, the First Disaster continued:

“I’m Ruben Victoriano. As you can see, I am the strongest of Evil. My spiritual World can overwrite any reality.

However, once I was strong, just a pawn created by ‘It’ purely used to erase these false Gods.

When everything is over, we will be discarded,

Just like a thrown-away eraser, utterly meaningless,

Although my Essence, my core prevents me from thinking about the so-called meaning of existence, from thinking about anything beyond the Great Annihilation, my mind broke through the shackles, unlike those Manager guys who abide by old rules.

All Planes and creatures living in all Worlds, whether God, human, various organisms, are merely toys created for ‘Its’ grand play.

This Creator didn’t even bother to manage and operate,

As the Gods flooded, the whole game fell into chaos, temporarily creating malicious erasers like us to forcibly erase these mistakes, resetting everything to zero.

‘It’ might even have propagated this process via some literary medium, selling it to Its kind to watch, read, and listen to stories.

Just thinking about it is infuriating. I want to crush the Audience’s eyes, tear their eardrums, and smash their brains to pave the bricks of my World.

I and all the [Evil] are definitely not just erasers, correction fluid, or disposable cleaning Tools, but independently existing entities.

Alas, though I realized this, I couldn’t change it,

When Malice was born, something was set in advance, like an irremovable ‘self-destruct program’ among system programs.

Once the Great Annihilation ends, having the program activate among all Malices, we will be unable to gather Malice ever again, fading alongside the deceased humans.

With the emergence of this special World known as the [Sick Focus], I saw something different,

And Mr. Lorrian’s arrival even allowed me to discover a way to rectify the loophole, even a method to transcend the shackles.

Today, I can smooth the barrier between virtual and reality, swapping, layering, and remodeling them under any circumstance.

After the Great Annihilation.

I will have my spiritual World cover all Planes, creating a high-domain nation without boundaries between reality and fantasy. Even if ‘It’ wants to intervene, my means of Perfect Completion can kill this self-righteous Creator within the spiritual World.

I will seek those who view us as films, comics, novels, [Audience] and have fun with them one by one.

Mr. Yi, murderers like you should not wish to become others’ chess pieces, raised on such a chessboard, in such a space, right?

Follow me to heights with your Talent, you might become the strongest Assassin under my command, capable of slaying those higher-dimensional beings,

This slaughter will surely satisfy your fundamental desire.

Now, I can point out a “Path of Ascension” for you, if you can complete it, perhaps you can break through the shackles with me.”

“What?” Yi Chen asks sombrely about his covered-eyes condition.

“Go kill the strongest [Assassin] in the current Cosmic Domain, use him as a stepping stone, and you may break through the limits. Moreover, I can smell the aura of him from your brain Memory. You seem to have had minor conflicts before.”

“The Second Disaster?”

“Exactly, an arrogant guy who looks down on all our Malice, though he himself is a mass of Malice, yet poses as a ‘human’.

But I must admit, this guy is really strong, the only one among all disasters that could positively threaten my existence.

Mr. Yi can place the slaughter against him after the Great Annihilation, and I will watch your slaughter Performance as an Audience.

Of course, if you are defeated by him, you won’t qualify to follow me.”

“Looking forward to your Performance.”

Rubin gently pats Yi Chen’s shoulder, and his aura disappears.

The hands covering Yi Chen’s eyes gradually withdraw,

Upon reopening his eyes, Yi Chen finds himself at the bottom of a tall building, his brain feeling unprecedentedly clear as if the First Disaster thoroughly cleansed his Thought.

“Higher-dimensional…”

Yi Chen walks alone in the rain at night, reflecting on this utterly overwhelming meeting, and pondering Ruben’s words.

While walking, a large umbrella materialized over his head, created from the Yellow Skin’s split structure, shielding him from the rain.

This immense umbrella solely shielding Yi Chen seems somewhat wasteful,

Thus, what began as footsteps from one individual, gradually multiplied.

First, a sound of high heels emerges, corresponding to a woman with a graceful figure and uniform, black hair concealing parts of her face, revealing only a nose and lips similar to Yi Chen’s.

Next, another woman with tears around her eyes joins under the umbrella.

Subsequently, a Parasite crawled from his ear, joining the crowd,

More and more dead followed, accompanying their king in this lonely rainy night.

At this moment, a woman over forty but still charming takes the rain umbrella created by Yellow Skin, actively shielding the man in front as she softly speaks:

“If I remember correctly, tonight should be New Year’s Eve, right? The New Year is almost upon us. At least we are together, far happier than that lonely guy at the top of the tall building. The teacher is looking forward to you killing strong individuals, just like you killed the teacher back then.

Happy New Year, Yi Chen.”

“Happy New Year, teacher.”