CHAPTER 433: CHAPTER 401 VIDEO

The surrounding hail has significantly reduced, the sustained effect of [Ice Crystal Falling Star Fist] is about to come to an end.

"In the photo... I... found..."

From the walkie-talkie, the Binary Tree’s voice was intermittent, Fuding Hualong urgently slapped the walkie-talkie, "Did you find it? Hello? Hello?!"

Sizzle.

The walkie-talkie emitted a noisy electric current sound, the network communication was completely cut off, the signal showed zero in the upper right corner.

"Damn!"

Even with Fuding Hualong’s good temperament, he couldn’t help but want to throw the walkie-talkie at this moment.

This kind of network outage is like suddenly popping up an ad window during a game team fight, forcibly switching back to the desktop;

Thinking you won the lottery because you got all the numbers but they were from the previous issue;

The progress bar for claiming a discount coupon on a shopping app stuck forever at 99.999%;

It’s utterly frustrating and infuriating.

"All ready."

The White Horse Tombstone’s expression was solemn, blue flames ignited on both fists, flowing through the entire body to form a circle of flame barrier.

Andre’s body lit up with dazzling Holy Light,

while Ozaki Aozora ordered the ceramic golem to open its back armor for her to climb inside—if the pajama man was truly as speculated, unable to overlap with solid matter during teleportation, this method might let her live a while longer.

The back armors of the other two golems also opened, allowing the Red Driver and Fuding Hualong to crawl inside.

As for Li Cheng, the Gray Rain standing next to him used both hands to hold his head, liquid metal melted and reformed into a thick iron ball over 20 centimeters in thickness.

"Hello?"

Li Cheng knocked on the iron ball, his voice muffled, "Can you make an opening for me?"

"Oh oh, forgot you need to breathe."

The Gray Rain hurriedly changed the shape of the iron ball, revealing two eyes, resembling the Iron-faced Man from "Young Bao Qingtian."

Three, two, one.

The countdown ended, the hail stopped falling, the pajama man on the rooftop far away saw everyone had made defenses, and didn’t recklessly teleport forward,

but circled around, continuously teleporting dozens of times, slowly searching for a flaw.

Perhaps judging that everyone was no longer a threat to him, the pajama man with missing legs suddenly flashed, jumped into the crowd, selecting the ceramic golem where Ozaki Aozora was hiding, and swung a knife to stab the golem’s back.

Opportunity!

The White Horse Tombstone’s eyes gleamed brightly, the pajama man had exhibited two attack methods so far, one directly teleporting the blade into the body causing penetrating wounds.

The other teleporting beside players, swinging the blade to cause slashing injuries.

The first is manageable, players almost have no chance to instantly react and counterattack.

While for the second one, considering the pajama man’s blade swinging requires time, this 0.2-0.5 second gap is the player’s window for counterattack.

The White Horse Tombstone twisted her figure, executed a standard uppercut, punching forward.

The punch created wind, the wind boosted the fire. The ghostly blue flames surged along her arm’s swinging direction, directly incinerating the ceramic golem to charcoal, the momentum unabated, burning toward the pajama man.

This was not sacrificing teammates, just seconds ago, Ozaki Aozora had used a skill named [Hundred Miles Sound Transmission] to transmit information to her over a distance.

That is, the ceramic golem’s interior has a teleportation function, allowing objects inside to be transferred to other golem bodies.

After all, the Puppet Master profession, akin to the Trainer, has weak survival capabilities, easily targeted by beheading strikes.

Ozaki Aozora once used this ability to cunningly defeat several opponents.

The ghostly blue flames engulfed the pajama man’s left hand, he quickly flashed a hundred meters away, looked at the blazing arm, paused for a moment, then flashed again, teleporting his left hand into the ground, merging it with concrete.

But is the Transcendent’s fire that easy to extinguish?

The ghostly blue flames crawled out from the concrete like a leech, spreading toward the shoulder.

"..."

The pajama man, without hesitation, grabbed a meat cutter sharp as steel, and chopped off the entire left shoulder. The wound surface, like his legs, showed no sign of blood.

"He’s really ruthless to himself."

Li Cheng, wearing the iron ball helmet, wondered aloud in a resonant voice, "His legs and left hand are gone, now he can only lift his right hand."

Lying inside one of the golems, the Red Driver and Fuding Hualong twitched at the corners of their eyes, incredulous that at this moment he was still making jokes. Could he secretly have awakened some kind of [Super Meme System] behind our backs?

Rewarded a game coin each time he made a joke, able to increase Attribute Value if he received enough scorned remarks?

Ignoring their grumbling complaints, the pajama man’s threat level dropped sharply without legs and an arm. A missing body part meant he couldn’t fluidly perform slashing movements,

and if he couldn’t slash, he’d still be limited by the 20-centimeter blade length. Unable to penetrate defenses over twenty centimeters thick—like the iron ball on Li Cheng’s head.

It seemed even the pajama man understood this point, paused for a long time, and disappeared.

"...Did he leave?"

Andre furrowed his brow, his voice carrying a sense of relief.

"It’s hard to say..."

White Horse Tombstone paused mid-sentence, abruptly looking up towards the sky.

Amidst the black tuft-like snowflakes, a pickup truck plunged down, crashing towards the crowd.

The incident happened suddenly, Andre sidestepped and retreated, simultaneously kicking at the puppet, repelling the hidden Red Driver within.

Boom!

The Ford pickup collided with the ground, its front shattering, iron and glass shards scattering.

Before the crowd could react, a second, third... various vehicles continuously fell from the sky. Through the pervasive black snow, glimpses of a pajama man’s frequent flickering figure could be seen.

A third type of attack?!

Andre’s breath hitched; the pajama man seemingly could teleport objects he contacted together.

However, this teleportation ability had limitations, specifically, it couldn’t transport contacted objects that touched other solid materials.

Otherwise, the pajama man could touch a player, and then teleport them straight into a wall or the ground.

But knowing this couldn’t solve the current predicament.

Cars after cars plummeted at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour. Within the Secret Realm’s buildings, there had to be a parking lot, providing the pajama man with endless "missiles."

"What luck!"

Li Cheng exclaimed while dodging the heavy trucks descending from above.

No one knew what the generation mechanism of the Secret Realm was; some heavy truck beds were even loaded with sand, steel pipes, and steel coils.

A one-meter wide steel coil weighed 14 tons, while a 1.2-meter wide one weighed 18 tons, and industrial steel coils boasted an extravagant 30 tons.

Gray Rain couldn’t dodge in time and was crushed by a hundred-ton heavy truck laden with steel coils, instantly flattening into a two-dimensional state, he snarled, "Damn, really underestimated."

As the players’ formation was dispersed, the pajama man’s ultimate skill arrived—a massive statue of a South Asian man appeared in the sky.

In October 2018, the statue commemorating India’s independence hero, Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel, was unveiled in Gujarat, India.

Standing at 182 meters tall and weighing 12,000 tons.

Such a colossal figure didn’t require gravitational acceleration for added power; the pajama man directly placed the Indian giant statue five meters above the ground, letting it fall freely.

At the brink of life and death, players resorted to different tactics. White Horse Tombstone punched, melting a pit in the base of the statue to stand within it and avoid being crushed.

Father Andre utilized Bible teleportation for evasive maneuvers, Li Cheng relied on Demon Exchange, swapping places with previously released Thousand Paper Cranes,

The porcelain puppet carrying Ozaki Aozora and two others, its engine revved to a smoking state, narrowly escaped the statue’s base area.

Only Gray Rain turned two-dimensional again.

If one strike fails, there’s always a second.

The pajama man wasn’t in a rush, grasping the nose of the Indian ten-thousand-ton statue with his remaining hand, he teleported once again to the sky...

Zzz!

Just as Red Driver and others felt despair, prepared to forcibly log out, the advertisement screens on the outer walls of the skyscrapers lining the street lit up, playing a video.

On screen, the pajama man with all four limbs intact smiled brightly, holding a camera in a house filled with Christmas decorations, filming Christmas videos for his wife, two children, and parents and siblings who came from afar for a family reunion.

"Wow! A PS5?! Thank you, Aunt Betty!"

"Hahaha, I treat you well, don’t I? Your stingy dad wouldn’t buy you this. How about you come home with me~"

With the advertisement’s giant screen sound amplification, the video sound echoed throughout the street.

The pajama man’s expression became vacant, releasing his grip, teleporting to the front of the advertisement screen, reaching out to caress it.

PMO facial recognition distortion syndrome symptom: unable to recognize three-dimensional faces, but can recognize faces in two-dimensional images.

The video continued playing, a family gathered around the dining table, eating turkey, salmon, drinking red wine, and discussing the mundane happenings of the past year.

In the corner of the frame, a Zwilling-branded meat knife was vaguely visible near the sink.

"Hey? Is the signal restored?"

The sound of Binary Tree came from the walkie-talkie, "I found the person in the image, it’s a 34-year-old male from the United States, with no PMO medical history, according to police reports, he was on Christmas night..."

"We already know."

White Horse Tombstone interrupted Binary Tree’s words, taking a deep breath, raising his fist.

The pajama man was completely captivated by the video; without the teleportation skill, he wasn’t tougher to deal with than an ordinary Level 10 monster.

"Let me handle it."

Li Cheng raised his hand, stopping White Horse Tombstone, he calmly said, "Your fist has a wind-up that will alert him."

It’s a bit strange that a Level 29 player was stopped by a Level 21, but White Horse Tombstone chose to trust his teammate and stepped back.

Li Cheng turned around, clutching the Floating Engine with his left hand, his right hand poised for an elbow strike, aiming at the pajama man.

Then, he launched a lightspeed elbow strike.