CHAPTER 393: CHAPTER 392: BLACK AND WHITE

John Joyce and his companions were all suffering from substantial injuries, clearly having been at a disadvantage during the recent fight with the Spellcasters.

Upon seeing the situation inside the palace, they didn’t need Miss Chai to remind them that the ice creature was the enemy. They had now reached the final stage of the script task. With Spellcasters and Snow Mountain Demon Beasts pursuing them from behind, they naturally played their trump cards, aiming to finish the battle in the shortest time possible.

John Joyce’s muscles and bones crackled as dozens of slender steel tendrils extended from his spine, connecting to his limbs and forming Mechanical Exoskeleton Armor that provided greater speed and strength.

John was affiliated with Prometheus Laboratory Company. Like many financial conglomerates, this company specialized in collecting items, technology, and information from script worlds. However, they seemed to have gained a head start, always managing to convert the spoils of script worlds into usable technologies in the real world before anyone else.

This Mechanical Exoskeleton Armor was one of those technologies.

"BANG!"

John Joyce kicked off the ground, leaping high into the air, his fists smashing down toward the Frozen Monster like meteors.

Julia, standing beside him, sat on the ground. Her right leg was folded in front of her, her left thigh lifted to her chest, and her lower left leg was parallel to the ground, her hands grasping its calf and ankle.

WHIRR CLICK CLACK—

The sound of a Transformer transforming abruptly rang out. Julia’s raised left leg split open from the middle, revealing numerous metal components within. In an instant, her entire lower leg transformed into a highly futuristic-looking sniper rifle.

The rifle lacked a stock and had a slender barrel. One could vaguely discern the original shape of Julia’s left leg—the rifle was covered in black and white paint, closely resembling the thermal pants Julia had been wearing.

If Julia transforming her left leg into a sniper rifle was already astounding, then Bob’s transformation was even more sensational.

This seemingly honest and simple older black man reached for his left side and tore open the winter coat he was wearing, along with the very skin beneath it, splitting himself into two figures.

These two figures stood side by side, each reaching out to grab the other’s ribs.

The one on the left maintained Bob’s original appearance, though his skin had turned a shade darker.

The one on the right, still dressed in Bob’s winter attire, had skin that became extremely pale. Even his facial features had changed: his nose bridge was higher, and his lips were thinner. He had clearly turned into a Caucasian!

[Skill Name: Good Karma Bad Karma]

[Type: Spiritual Energy]

[Level: Excellent]

[Special Effect: Torn Between Two Halves. The caster tears themself apart, splitting into two bodies, one black and one white. The two bodies must be connected and cannot be separated. Each body inherits the original attributes but shares one soul, item slots, and skill slots. During the split, damage taken by either body will be shared equally by both. The split can last up to 5 minutes; if excessive damage is received, the forms automatically disappear, and they merge back into one. After merging, only the equally shared damage will persist on the caster.]

[Consumption: 300 Stamina Points, 300 Spirit Power Value, 100 Sanity Value]

[Cooldown: 5 hours]

[Usage Requirements: Physical Attributes greater than or equal to 10 points, Sanity Value greater than or equal to 250 points, the caster must have no less than 1/3 Black ancestry and 1/3 White ancestry]

[Note: Black or white, everyone is human.]

[Note: Users who do not meet the lineage requirements can inject themselves with sufficient quantities of Black or White blood prior to use.]

The skill "Good Karma Bad Karma," rife with aspects ripe for ridicule, was actually acquired by Bob from an Eastern-style script world akin to "Forbidden City Cop." It was created by an evil and powerful Demonic Path magnate.

That Demonic Path magnate came from a prestigious family. Relying on his family’s power, he enjoyed a smooth-sailing childhood without facing any setbacks. However, his family’s fortunes declined during his youth. After suddenly facing a calamity, he developed severe schizophrenia and fell into the Demonic Path, eventually becoming an Evil Cultivator.

In the hands of that Demonic Path magnate, the "Good Karma Bad Karma" technique could use formidable Inner Strength combined with shadow puppetry to create puppet minions to fight alongside him. It also offered some relief for his schizophrenia.

When Bob encountered the Demonic Path magnate in the wild, he thought he was going to die a terrible death. Unexpectedly, the magnate saw Bob’s dark skin. During an episode of his mental illness, he mistook Bob for a perfect candidate to practice the "Good Karma Bad Karma" technique. On a whim, he took Bob as his disciple and diligently taught him this technique.

Under the game’s twisted rules, this Demonic Path internal technique was transformed into a rather powerful Excellent-quality Skill Scroll.

As for the price Bob paid to please the capricious Demonic Path magnate... well, Bob himself would never tell outsiders.

For some reason, Bob always felt that this skill, from its name to its notes, carried a strong discriminatory undertone...

He looked a bit dark, but his maternal grandmother was actually Italian, and his paternal grandmother’s side also had Spanish blood, perfectly meeting the bloodline requirements.

Putting that aside, the left-handed Black Bob raised the Fireworks Shotgun (which Li Ang had returned to him), while the right-handed White Bob took out a Feather Duster made from white Silkie feathers.

This Feather Duster, also a gift from the Demonic Path magnate, could create powerful gusts when waved and release Silkie feathers as hidden projectiles, which was insidiously harmful.

His three teammates were each more bizarre than the last, making even the Smoker seem ordinary—he just slapped his chest, bellowed, and instantly grew thirty centimeters taller, becoming a muscular hulk with an obsidian greatsword in hand.

John Joyce, clad in Mechanical Exoskeleton Armor, threw punches at the Ice Giant.

The Smoker closed in, chopping with his sword.

Julia fearlessly fired her gun.

Black Bob pulled the trigger of the Fireworks Shotgun, releasing a flurry of fireworks while his form flickered, his toes skimming the ground, allowing White Bob to swing the Feather Duster at the Ice Giant.

All four players unleashed their full arsenal, but the Ice Giant at the center of the battlefield seemed frozen in place, standing motionless.

BOOM—

The Qinge Armor’s righteous assassination fist landed squarely on the Ice Giant’s head.

John Joyce’s fist hammered its shoulder, the Smoker’s blade cleaved into its waist, and the bullets from Julia and Black Bob, grazing past their allies’ arms, struck the Frozen Monster’s eye sockets.

All attacks landed, and the Ice Giant’s body burst into countless ice crystals.

But at the same time, expressions of pain twisted everyone’s faces!

The heart... it’s screaming in agony.

Sharp icicles sprouted from the Ice Crystal Giant’s fists. Its punch, like a Wolf Fang Club, swept across, grazing John’s and the Smoker’s chests and tearing open massive wounds.

Instantly, their wounds burst open, blood splattering. Through the ghastly gashes, their hearts, like Anna’s, could be seen to have shriveled severely.

On the crude, simple face of the Ice Giant, a mocking smile was clearly visible.

In this Frozen Monster form, Anna could fully utilize the energy within Elsa. This enhanced her innate talent for stealing the essence of life. Merely by being attacked, she could align the enemy’s body with her own. Then, leveraging the congenital deformity of her heart, she could stop the enemy’s blood circulation in the shortest possible time, killing them.