CHAPTER 389: CHAPTER 162: UNSHAKABLE

The third time reversal.

During the second time reversal, Bologue had already determined Aimou’s general location. In this third time reversal, he saved more time on finding the way. After leaving the Order Bureau, he got into the car and galloped directly towards the Great Rift.

Under Bologue’s frenzied speeding, the tires screeched against the ground, waking the residents who opened their windows to curse at Bologue. But before any swear words could escape, they were swallowed back by the powerful honking sound.

"Make way! Make way!"

Bologue slammed the steering wheel horn forcibly. He could already see the heavy mist of the Great Rift, but he showed no signs of slowing down.

With a swift kick, he knocked the car door open, finding it too much in the way. A flash of blue light passed, and the car door, crazily swinging in the wind, came off entirely, allowing the fierce wind to pour into the car and invigorate Bologue with its chilling cold.

With the pedal floored and one hand holding the steering wheel, Bologue leaned to the side, then stuck half his body out, reaching to touch the ground.

At high speed, the ground felt like a rapidly spinning sandpaper for Bologue; his fingers were ground open the moment they touched it. But soon, a trail of blue light quickly covered the surrounding earth.

The vehicle’s speed was so fast that the pace of Bologue’s summoning couldn’t catch up with his own movement for a moment. But as more ether was infused, Bologue focused intensely, gradually overtaking it.

The ground rose.

An upward slope shot up, continuously lifting the car higher.

"I’ve always wanted to try this!"

Bologue exclaimed excitedly. Previously, he had always wanted to try it on Palmer’s motorcycle but was sternly refused by Palmer, who said such flashy maneuvers would definitely result in vehicle destruction.

For Bologue, destruction was not a problem; the problem was that the motorcycle belonged to Palmer.

This guy was shouting "Leica, Leica" while clutching the front wheel...

The raised slope broke, sending the car soaring like off a ramp, crashing straight into the layers of mist and pulverizing them.

The early risers were wandering the outer edge of the Great Rift, preparing to head to the mine. Amidst their endless chatter, the sky suddenly darkened. Raising their heads, a roaring steel beast leaped over them, crashing directly into the Great Rift...

A few people thought they were seeing things, rubbing their eyes. Although the car disappeared, the roar of the engine still echoed in their ears.

And so did Bologue’s hellish cheer.

"This..." The workers were dumbfounded.

"What’s the big deal?" Another person appeared calm.

"This is Opus; everyone’s under a lot of pressure." Another chimed in confidently.

"Yeah, yeah."

The others agreed.

With the view rapidly changing, passing through countless layers of mist, Bologue felt like he was soaring with wings or a cannonball shot out of a barrel. But if he kept speeding, he would crash straight into the Abandoned Land.

Bologue did consider returning to the Abandoned Land. King Solomon’s Holy City still held many secrets for him to explore, but now was not the time for investigation. He had another matter to attend to.

The maddening pressure came from deep within the Sea of Mist. Bologue guessed it must be the expanding Immortal Heart. Did Teda still fail to control the Immortal Heart? How could this ghastly thing grow out of control?

But that wasn’t Bologue’s target. Bologue’s target was Aimou.

A glance at the gauge confirmed, as seen in the second time reversal, Aimou was not in that flesh-and-blood area. She had separated from Teda. This was good news; he wouldn’t have to face the Negative Power User directly.

"Aimou, didn’t you want to help Teda fulfill his wish? Why did you part ways?"

Bologue was certain that something else must have happened during his repeated reversals, something that turned the situation around.

Finding Aimou would give Bologue all the answers, as long as he could find her...

Swinging out a hook line, Bologue leapt out of the car, leaving it to crash through a walkway and explode into a burning fireball, plummeting into the depths of the Sea of Mist.

A series of intense ether reactions came from the direction of the rampant flesh growth, indicating there was possibly a fierce battle there. If the Order Bureau wasn’t foolish, they would probably have noticed the anomaly here.

But since time kept reversing, even if the Order Bureau had noticed, they might not have deployed a task force yet; everything would reset to the start point.

Did he need to handle this himself too?

After a wave of headache, Bologue decided to stick to his original plan, tackling things one at a time, starting with finding Aimou.

Landing on the corridor of the cliff, Bologue sprinted following the gauge wildly, but after running only a few steps, everything started to shake.

The rumbling vibrations continue, resembling an earthquake, and the Great Rift also trembles along. Bologue looks toward the direction of the Immortal Heart and sees, through layers of mist, faintly discernible crimson giant tentacles, rampaging like massive pythons behind the mist, as if terrifying monsters growing from the cliff walls.

"Oh my God..."

Bologue shakes his head in shock; he truly can’t handle this and decides to leave it to the fourth group to worry about.

Today is indeed a terrible day, chaotic from the moment he woke up. First, there was the Time Reversal, followed by the loss of control over this flesh and blood... If this damned thing falls down, will it awaken the Calamity?

Too many things happened simultaneously, and Bologue was just a powerless fish or shrimp struggling in the Time Reversal wave.

The crimson tentacles twitched, and the buildings on the cliff began to collapse under their fierce strikes, sending tons of stone blocks crashing down, destroying the buildings along the way below.

Amidst the debris were several unlucky figures, screaming as they were buried by the falling stones, with dust flying everywhere, intertwining with the dense mist, turning into a hazy veil that concealed all prying eyes.

Scenes resembling the apocalypse were perfectly engraved within the gray-white television set, with two frenzied figures laughing on the couch.

"I love disaster films; in such irresistible disasters, the value of humanity gets further exploited!" the Tyrant clapped his hands excitedly, "Under immense pressure, the despicable have nowhere to hide, while the noble shine brightly!"

Sai Zong drank his wine, "I also love disaster films, but I prefer the sight of corpses strewn everywhere."

The Tyrant scoffed, "You’re so vulgar, only liking such crude appearances. Am I the only one who cares about the spirit people exhibit under disaster?"

Sai Zong sneered, "Don’t you care about your territory? They’ll soon dismantle the Wandering Intersection."

On the television screen, the battling sides continuously involve the surroundings as if an ascending storm is ravaging everything it touches.

"This world lacks nothing more than people who are desperate, driven by desire, and hard to satisfy... They’re as numerous as sands in the sea. As long as such people exist, no matter how many times the Wandering Intersection is destroyed, it will rise again."

Just as he didn’t care about the Gray Trade Association’s survival, the Tyrant was also indifferent to the Wandering Intersection and even praised it.

"If destroying the Wandering Intersection once can bring such a grand performance, I’m willing to let this place be destroyed countless times."

The Tyrant spoke morbidly and then glanced at Sai Zong beside him, whose lack of reaction made him feel a bit disappointed.

"Could you give some reaction? This makes it seem like I’m amusing myself."

"Reaction?" Sai Zong emitted a hoarse laugh, "Didn’t you notice I’m trying hard to restrain myself?"

Upon closer observation, it can be seen that Sai Zong’s hand is shaking, with suppressed breaths coming from his throat. He trembles with excitement, feeling unparalleled joy from death and the destruction of life.

Focusing on another character’s life makes Sai Zong adept at suppressing his true self. Without these centuries of accomplishments, he might have already joined this revelry and killed every life he encountered.

But... this is still not enough, not enough to vent his desires.

Sai Zong might delve into the Abandoned Land and awaken that hateful Calamity. That monster might fulfill his desires. But after killing that monster, who can satisfy his emptiness?

He pondered as his peripheral vision fell on the Tyrant beside him, who was well aware of his thoughts and refused, "You know, I’m a businessman, preferring equitable transactions over violence."

Sai Zong’s throat emitted a sharp sound resembling metal scraping against each other, like a mixture of laughter and chewing steel.

After a few minutes, Sai Zong’s mood finally calmed once more, and he gulped liquor to maintain his dwindling sanity.

"He should be watching all of this, right?" Sai Zong said.

"Of course, that guy never misses any interesting story," the Tyrant nodded, "Want to invite him?"

"I don’t like him."

Sai Zong looked at the television and soon said again, "It’s a pity I thought the Immortal Heart was truly out of control."

The crimson flesh danced wildly, and this terrifying scene might fool others but could not deceive Sai Zong.

"I have traded with the Order Bureau, the Calamity in the Abandoned Land cannot wake for now," the Tyrant smiled.

Sai Zong knew the Tyrant’s words were meant to remind himself, but awakening the Calamity was just a thought.

After all, no one wants to see that light again.

At the end of that underground, in a sunlit hotel, a man sits in the audience, with his legs crossed over the seat in front, holding popcorn in one hand and a drink in the other, cheering constantly for the man on the screen.

"Unshakable one! Go, Lebius!"

He watches Lebius don the Unshakable and joins the Time Reversal.

Despite being such a horrifying Extraordinary Disaster, for these frenzied beings, it’s a rare festival. Devils bet on the lives of mortals, watching their futile and foolish attempts to defy fate.