159: Chapter 159: The Boundary Between Life and Death 159: Chapter 159: The Boundary Between Life and Death Shouldn’t I be the victim here?
Li Mumu’s face was full of grievance.
Stowaway ships, stowaways, Elemental Bodies, Throne Knights…
The first half of the story, despite sounding eerie and terrifying, somewhat made sense.
But the moment Li Mumu entered the scene, the plot of the entire thriller took an astonishing 180-degree turn.
Hidden in the shadows, the Elemental Body that wanted to descend to the Real World and possess a physical body was instead possessed by Li Mumu, who had invaded from the Real World.
At this point, she also had the misfortune of attracting the attention of the Guiding Bodhisattva.
The Grand Sorceress Mephistopheles had once said that everything in the world is simply the ripple of High-Dimensional String vibrations, the product of their interweaving.
Humans are complicated beings; from birth, they are influenced by various external factors.
What they can grow into depends not only on their innate personality and talents but also on the influence of family and society in all aspects.
Even God cannot label every newborn, clearly stating who may ascend to Heaven and who may be cast down to Hell.
In this world, where thought determines the composition of matter, the more ripples that converge, the more complex the outcomes become.
Returnee Overseas Chinese, descendents of Witches, Anhelica’s Voters, the transmigrator, murderer, notebook…
No one could have predicted the kind of monster that would emerge from this combination of elements.
Li Mumu thought she was trapped in a maze, yet in actuality, what little remained of her rationality was trapped within her own mind.
She was not on the “dimension of the Olympus.”
At this moment, the red-eyed monster with four arms and two heads was wreaking havoc aboard the Olympus.
The red strings, as vivid as blood, were almost everywhere in the lower deck, giving the mastermind behind the scenes a real headache.
“The situation now is that they can’t deal with you temporarily, and we can’t get out,” she said.
Whether the Olympus was hidden in the shadow of the Cosmos or not, its essence was ultimately that of a ship, adrift on the vast, boundless ocean.
Within this narrow space, even if the opponents possessed enough strength to resolve her, they would be reluctant to damage their own interests.
What, are we all going to form a group and visit SpongeBob SquarePants underwater if they sink the ship?
“You have now taken over the boiler room of Olympus; if we can’t get you under control soon, we’ll end up perishing with them.”
Despite saying this, Wendy’s face showed not a trace of worry.
Death, to her, was not a taboo subject.
It’s just that there were better options available.
“I have an idea!”
Wendy raised the huge scythe in her hand: “In order to awaken your reason, I must use a secret technique passed down in my family to fall to the same dimension as you.
I can still return, but you probably cannot.
So, how about I just kill you and use this to gain their trust, blending into their ranks to see what they’re really up to…
What do you think?”
Not very good!
What sort of dark strategy is this, offering one’s own head?
Li Mumu could understand Wendy’s thinking, there was no hope anyway, might as well maximize the remaining value.
Negotiate with the other side, join them voluntarily, and perhaps find an opportunity for revenge.
Understanding doesn’t mean acceptance.
I don’t want to die, hey!
Go and ask the Tathagata Buddha of the Western Heaven…
no, ask the Western Guiding Bodhisattva, maybe there’s still a chance!
But then again, since I’ve come back to life, it indicates Wendy’s plan isn’t entirely without merit.
“What are you planning to do?”
“Use the Freud Family’s credit contract,” she replied.
Wendy fell silent for a moment, then softly asked, “Have I ever told you that my maternal family, the Freud Family, are kin to the Credit God, Nyarlathotep?”
“You certainly never have.”
Li Mumu thought to herself that she’d never even heard the name of this deity.
But your family’s Abstract Expressionist style, I’m very familiar with it.
“I didn’t know before, it was after I chose to fall that I obtained this knowledge from the depths of my bloodline.”
Wendy looked at Li Mumu and said seriously, “I can draft a loan contract with you, where I use my life and soul as collateral to borrow your life and soul.
Once the contract expires, your life and soul will be released and set free.
Do you understand?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Do you understand money laundering?”
“I do.”
“It’s the same idea.
After this process, you will come back to life — I’m not a professional doctor, and this is really the only way I have right now.”
Hearing her say this, a shiver ran through Li Mumu’s heart as she recalled the voice that had entered her mind when she first regained consciousness.
In the end, Wendy still committed suicide and even activated the Spirit Puppet Guardian.
“What about you?
I mean after the contract expires…”
“That will be your problem.”
Wendy said calmly, “I’m doing everything I can to save you.
The rest is up to you to figure out how to rescue me.”
You don’t need to have such heavy expectations of me…
Li Mumu sighed deeply, what could she possibly do?
She didn’t have the Freud Family’s abstract…
such profound heritage that could exploit a bug to revive the dead.
Her own mother was nowhere to be found.
In the end, she had to rely on the Guiding Bodhisattva.
As well as her own abilities as a professional game reviewer to find bugs.
What kind of god-tier programmer wrote the monstrous code for this world?
Thump—
It was the sound of her own head hitting the ground.
The image in her right eye finally disappeared, signifying the end of her own life.
The exit, where on earth is the exit?
How vast is this damned place?
Suddenly, an idea struck Li Mumu — what if she had taken the wrong direction when she first woke up?
What if the exit was on the other side?
If she had seen the map before, she would definitely not forget which way to go.
Unfortunately, since she woke up, she had been in total darkness, feeling nothing but the sensation of the Red String.
And with the challenge of navigating with two different perspectives, after so many turns and twists, she had no recollection of the way back.
Rubbish game!
Rubbish plot!
Rubbish world!
Rage blazed within Li Mumu’s heart.
I better not find out who’s the mastermind behind all this, or I swear I’ll make you experience the merciless revenge from a future era!
No food, no water, not even air…
No air?
A thought struck Li Mumu — such a complex subterranean structure…
it must certainly be some kind of Underground Civil Air Defense facility.
Having found not even a single window after so long, there had to be ventilation somewhere.
There had to be vents, and they couldn’t be too small, or else how could they expect oxygen to get in?
An extensive Underground Civil Air Defense project like this would surely need to accommodate people.
Without oxygen, everyone would suffocate inside, so what would be the point of sheltering there?
Moreover, there were bound to be more vents than exits, and they would be easier to find.
I’m really smart!
With this thought, she immediately put her finger in her mouth, got it wet with saliva, and held it up in the air.
There was wind!
It was slight, but that was enough!