Chapter 1737: Chapter 1735: Myth
The state of Vangelis, the God of Many Legs, could be described as being at his wit’s end.
The stone board, modeled after the Fate Card Game, had already been through forty-six different configurations, with each sub-board requiring effective movement and strategic attack and defense.
With each round being limited to three seconds, it meant an immense amount of thought was required per second.
Vangelis’ forehead and the inner layer of his brain were already teeming with tiny legs, racing rapidly to buy him more thinking time.
“There’s something off about this guy…
He should be in the midst of a critical [Myth Construction]. Why hasn’t he completed the final structure, and why is he still stuck at Ancestor Return?
What’s gone wrong to make him focus all his attention on this chess game?
If this continues, I’m really going to exhaust myself.”
Vangelis had long regretted his choice, never expecting a young man of the new era to be so proficient at “Fate Chess Card.”
“However, he should have reached his limit by now… what is it that keeps him going to this extent? Is it madness deep within the core? It must be; otherwise, no normal person would neglect a Myth Breakthrough and still concentrate on this game playing.
Is the purity of madness really this high? There’s no indication of it on the surface.
If this continues, it might result in [Myth Failure], with both body and soul following the Mythical Puzzle into oblivion.
It’s truly a pity for such a talent to die; I must end this game quickly.”
Even though Vangelis was more concerned about Han Dong’s ‘life issue’,
he certainly wouldn’t go easy or end the game for this reason… he knew clearly that Han Dong insisted on playing for a reason.
Giving it their all to determine a victor was the best outcome.
Currently.
Sitting opposite the stone board, Han Dong was wrapped in tentacles around his head,
and due to the self-adaptive effects brought upon by the ‘Faceless One’, his body was covered with brain tissues, each brain corresponding to the number of boards separated from the game.
However, with the extensive data processing, each brain had shriveled like a leaf, withering and dying.
The game was now at its “final stage.”
Han Dong’s role card had only one hit point left, while Vangelis had three.
The King card in Vangelis’ hand—a “God of Many Legs”—had completed its final evolution, spreading its countless legs across both main and sub-boards.
It advanced like an army of many-legged creatures.
If any board fell, Han Dong’s last hit point would be deducted.
However,
what concerned Vangelis was,
a trap card Han Dong had placed deep within the main board had yet to be triggered.
Furthermore, starting from the tenth game, Han Dong had been deploying many small or derivative bodies on the sub-boards… these cannon fodder-like entities couldn’t possibly stop the army’s advance.
“Let’s end this.”
When the “God of Many Legs” crossed the midpoint of the stone board,
the trap card placed before Han Dong finally revealed itself—”Cell Division.” The trap card, having sunk for over five rounds, affected all boards.
Simultaneously, it synchronized with the recent magic card played—”Faceless Transformation.”
In all board areas, owned entities occupied by the cells transformed into powerful “Faceless Ones”… this was the first full-scale battle across all boards.
Ultimately ending with both sides deducting 10 hit points simultaneously.
Life points synchronized to zero—”Draw”
With the end of the game,
Han Dong’s body, having long reached its limit, began to disintegrate, and the overburdened consciousness began to crack.
“Damn! This guy’s really about to die!”
Vangelis, though equally exhausted and in desperate need of a rest in the time stream,
considering Han Dong’s relationship with his boss, and Green’s previous emphasis…
Crack!
The “Time Gem” embedded in his chest was forcefully ripped out and hurled toward Han Dong’s crumbling body.
It precisely adhered to Han Dong’s abdomen and the Black Whirlpool point.
The adaptive effect continued, and the Black Whirlpool admitted the gem, starting its rotation and activation… a “time field” enveloped Han Dong, slowing his body’s disintegration to 1/100th the original speed.
“Who told you to press on so persistently, complicating the Fate Chess Card this much? My brain is about to burst, with no energy left for ‘Time Reversal’.
The extra time is granted; wish you good luck.”
Vangelis hadn’t been this weak for a long time, even requiring his skull to grow legs to support the brain tissues that might collapse into tofu any moment.
At this point.
A familiar scent diffused from Han Dong’s shoulder cavity.
As the cavity expanded, Green quickly climbed out, dragging Sally’s head along.
“Vangelis, I didn’t expect you guys to be competing in such a deep-seated area.
By the way, Han Dong looks strange; he might truly die completely!”
Green, facing the dire situation before him, poked his fingers into a small hole on his cheek, inadvertently creating a terrifying abyssal crack.
“Sally, quickly help Han Dong with cellular nurturing to prevent his body from disintegrating.
Rest inside my body to heal properly.”
The crack on Green’s cheek produced a tremendous suction, pulling both Han Dong and Sally inside his body… where they would soon head is the most crucial Madness Central inside Green.
The pervading madness aura there could resonate well with Han Dong.
Sally, without caring where they might fall, as she collected samples within Han Dong’s body, a glowing green stone rolled out.
“Is this the Father of Snake’s gallbladder?
If such an object exists, perhaps Nicholas may be reborn and stabilize his body.”
Sally tried to send the snake gall into Han Dong’s mouth,
but discovered that his head was completely wrapped by grey tentacles, in a pre-advanced special state, unable to open it.
Out of necessity,
Sally had to first chew the snake gall in her mouth, ensuring no essence was lost, and fed it into Han Dong’s body through the tentacles.
Thump!
A loud, powerful heartbeat resounded in Han Dong’s body.
Rich and potent life energy swiftly spread throughout his body, like green serpents slithering within… the collapsing body halted, and even began reshaping.
Simultaneously,
the homogenous madness within Green also stimulated Han Dong’s deep-coma consciousness.
His head, wrapped in tentacles, began to move, actively absorbing the essence of madness there… awareness that might never regain was slowly recovering.
“Green?”
Splat! As if someone lightly tapped his shoulder,
when Han Dong opened his eyes, he was falling into the abyss… not Green’s body, but into the Abyss of Truth in his own consciousness space.
Boom!
Landing at the deepest layer, it was filled with grey mist.
Parting the dense fog, approaching the stone tablet at the center, what appeared was surprisingly a Throne Embryo…
Since Han Dong hadn’t arrived, the stone tablet was still being continuously carved.
Thus, the basic outline of the throne had formed,
behind the chair was a newly composed “Mythology Map.”
Yet, Han Dong didn’t go behind the stone seat to view the final composition of the drawing; he instinctively approached the front and sat down.
In an instant,
a magnificent, vivid mythical scroll unfolded in his mind.
The various special traits within his body began to fuse, and a new mythical field was now mastered by Han Dong.
Whether it’s consciousness, soul, or body, they all reached a brand-new level,
the Abyss of Truth before him became increasingly clear, with the truth inscriptions on its walls visible.
Sitting on the stone seat, Han Dong felt as if he could touch the truth with a slight stretch of his hand, able to constrain and alter the rules that existed in reality.
When his palm spread open, a cross-shaped slit opened in the palm.
A Demon Sword emerged from the palm, ‘very obediently’ hovering above the hand, the substance flowing on its surface became better understood, and the connection between them more solidified.
“Finally… the Mythic Body, huh? Not easy at all.”