Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 12: New Game Launch [Complete]

1526: Laughter Born of Emptiness

Each time Lord Tremors managed to steady himself and stand upright, he hated Lin Sanjiu even more than the time before.

If there was anyone in this world who hated Lin Sanjiu the most, it was undoubtedly Lord Tremors, who had previously been a stranger to her. And this record was being continually broken by him.

As Lord Tremors charged at her once again with a shriek, Lin Sanjiu almost thought she was seeing a duoluozhong. She effortlessly dodged, and as he stumbled past her, she continued at the same pace, tracking the woman ahead.

In these few minutes, Lord Tremors had attacked her countless times.

Lin Sanjiu had no interest in him at this point; he could attack all he wanted, for his attacks didn't slow her down much. In the same space, he was also affected by the text and couldn't casually shout out. Unlike Master Zhang, he couldn't effectively utilize various texts. Without this greatest aid, his abilities, items, and physical attacks all seemed like a dance around Lin Sanjiu.

Occasionally, the dancing figure would be thrown aside by a flick of her hand. Though wearing protective text and unharmed, Lord Tremors' mental state was clearly deteriorating with each failed attack.

The filthy and venomous words he had spilled like a torrent were now confused and tangled, biting his own tongue several times without feeling the pain; his angry, incomprehensible roars sent saliva mixed with blood splattering into the air.

Lin Sanjiu glanced at him from the corner of her eye. She noticed that the less she cared about him, the crazier he became, but she didn't care. Her vortex of air swallowed and shattered a weapon he threw at her. With a quick motion, the air currents carried the fragments back towards Lord Tremors as she elegantly turned and entered the round hall.

The woman had just emerged, panic-stricken, from another game maker's corridor. Their eyes met, and a look of bewildered confusion spread across her dim face, as if she couldn't understand why Lin Sanjiu, who should have been stopped by Lord Tremors, was still there.

"I'll kill you—"

The rage in Lord Tremors' voice was suddenly comprehensible. It sounded like he was hurling his entire body at her this time.

"Wait," Mrs. Manas called in her mind, "The target is not you; it's Yu Yuan!"

Lin Sanjiu realized it almost simultaneously. Lord Tremors had turned his fury towards Yu Yuan, who was a less challenging target. Lin Sanjiu abruptly twisted, and a thin Higher Consciousness shot out like a spirit snake, wrapping around Lord Tremors' ankle and yanking him into the air. It contracted, and he fell face-first to the floor, hitting his forehead hard.

After a dull "thump" against the floor, Lord Tremors didn't get up as before. His head was tilted back, face down, as if he'd suddenly died.

"Hmm?" Lin Sanjiu finally stopped, looking back at him. In the corner of her eye, the silent woman seized the opportunity to run down the next corridor. Yu Yuan's attention was also drawn, and they exchanged glances. Lin Sanjiu approached, flipping the unconscious Lord Tremors over with her foot.

"Is he... unconscious?" she asked, staring at the man on the ground.

Yu Yuan crouched down, pulling open his collar. He'd been wearing protective text all along, and they only disappeared when he lost consciousness, so the collision couldn't have injured him. Besides, the impact was not that strong; even without text protection, it shouldn't have been enough to knock a posthuman unconscious.

Lin Sanjiu was originally going to warn Yu Yuan to be on guard for deceit, but after the Veda looked down and examined him for a few seconds, he suddenly spoke.