Chapter 1 The Rooftop

On the other side, at Monsters, Inc., the rooftop.

"Heh… I'm impressed you've held out this long…" V1-War God's laughter sounded smug and relaxed.

At that moment, he was floating in mid-air, his whole body emitting a rich, glowing energy.

"I don't think it's anything special." But Feng Bujue was cornered at the edge of the rooftop; his face, neck, and hands were covered in wounds.

"What kind of mentality… allows you to respond in such a way…" V1-War God continued, "Analyzing your expression, it doesn't seem like you're bluffing; and you're not the kind of person who can't see the difference between yourself and your opponent, so… it's not ignorance is bliss." He snorted coldly, "Hmph… could this be what you humans call… 'dead duck's stubbornness'?"

"Sigh… just gained a slight advantage in close combat…" Feng Bujue stared with dead fish eyes, replying leisurely, "And you already think you have victory in your grasp?"

"Isn't that enough?" V1-War God replied, "You just used a skill that continuously enhances your martial arts, and a fighting technique that requires active release…" He was naturally referring to [Ling Shi Ju Shen Shu - Modified] and [Nanto Flying Dragon Fist], "... and the [Moon Step] you learned from R2-Ling Feng… to barely withstand my attacks." He spread his hands and shook his head. "And I'm just fighting normally."

"I know." Feng Bujue replied with a matter-of-fact expression, "Didn't I already say? I've seen most of your data, I basically understand your situation…" He raised his right hand, counting on his fingers. "You are the strongest Origin, your code was written to adapt to combat… even in this scenario world, your abilities are limited, but your physical functions are still far above mine…"

"'Physical functions' is just a general term," V1-War God interrupted, "That includes strength, speed, adaptability, self-healing ability, and the most basic, and most important… body density and strength." As he spoke, he clenched his fist and swung it casually.

A gust of wind suddenly rose.

Like a rotten branch being snapped, like lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.

A burst of energy grazed Jue-Ge's left shoulder, shaking him slightly.

"See? What you need skills to do, I can do casually," V1-War God continued, "My current body density is about ten times yours, do you know what that means? It's like the difference between wood and steel. What's more… you don't have an advantage in speed or size. Hmph… to put it more vividly, the confrontation between you and me is like a wooden stick against a chainsaw." He tilted his head and shrugged. "Even if I stand still and let you attack, you have to activate skills or use items to cause me any significant damage, and that… will create 'consumption'." He raised his right hand and pointed to his face with his thumb. "Looking at me… I'm always at my peak. The stamina spent fighting you is almost immediately replenished as it's consumed; injuries that would be fatal to you, I can recover from in a very short time; even if I'm dismembered or even cut in half at the waist, I can regenerate my limbs by injecting energy into the wound…" He became more and more excited as he spoke, if he had eyebrows, they would probably be dancing, "Do you know why my creator named me with a V? It's the letter that represents 'Victory'. And 'War God' is the most suitable title for me."

At this point, V1-War God pointed a finger, "Feng Bujue, I don't quite understand… why Lutet would trust you at any cost. All I know is… tearing your data apart here can solve many problems. If you are the fuse that caused the internal divisions within our Origin, then… I am the savior who will extinguish you!"

The wind swept past, blowing up a brief silence.

Feng Bujue stood for a moment before speaking in a deep voice, "Are you finished?"

"Yes," V1-War God said.

"Don't you think you talk too much?" Jue-Ge asked again.

"I just want you to die understanding," V1-War God replied.

"Then you can just say the last part," Feng Bujue said coldly, "What was all that crap before? Self-deception?"

"Ridiculous…" V1-War God said, "Who exactly is deceiving themselves…"

"Isn't it you?" Feng Bujue said, his eyes changing, black data streams flowing rapidly through his pupils, "You've already sensed the anomaly in me, so you said those things… the reason, firstly, to bluff, and secondly, to build a psychological defense, to embolden yourself."

"Ha! Hahahaha…" V1-War God laughed wildly, "Is there something wrong with your brain? I am a perfect Origin from birth! How could I possibly be afraid?"

"Of course you are, it's just that you don't even know it yourself," Feng Bujue replied calmly, "Your creator is very smart, he understands that no matter how strong you are on the physical level, if you don't have a 'sense of fear', you can't become a top-tier warrior… not to mention, if you don't even have the mentality of 'being afraid of being defeated', it will be very detrimental to your growth." He paused, "So, your rather emotional creator gave you some emotions similar to fear, it is this set of codes that even you can't detect that made you respond like that just now…"

Speaking of this, Feng Bujue seemed to have thought of something else, he suddenly laughed, and muttered to himself: "Heh… so that's the meaning of 'choice'… countless codes converged into the so-called 'choice', and countless choices ultimately weaved the 'fate'… the truth of this data world… could it be…"

"Nonsense!" Hearing this, V1-War God finally lost his composure.

Perhaps Feng Bujue's words touched V1's sore spot, or perhaps the latter had already planned to attack, in short… at this moment, V1 chose to roar and suddenly attack.

Unexpectedly…

Shasha… shasha…

At this moment, a strange sound poured into V1-War God's ears, making him stunned: "What is this…"

"Ah hahahaha…" In the same second, a sinister laugh rang out, "Derivative, let me play with you…"

Accompanied by Freddy's terrifying voice, the scenery in front of V1-War God began to distort…

The sky turned into a blood-stained vortex, the air turned into a viscous fog, and at the edge of the rooftop, a huge steel claw glove slowly emerged, enveloping V1-War God.