pjbooks Chapter 117: A Worldview Refreshed, Another Path Outside the System
Chapter 117: A Worldview Refreshed, Another Path Outside the System
The power of heretics.
When those four words entered Chen Yifan's ears from Bai Xiang's frenzied roar, he was completely stunned.
What is that?
Heretics?
In a world where everyone relies on job changes, talents, and skills to survive, is there actually a second path?
A path... that doesn't belong to the system?
His gaze was fixed on the center of the battlefield.
Wang Jianguo's face, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a "guess what" expression, instantly became unfathomable and fatally attractive in his eyes.
If this world is a giant "civilization farm".
If all professionals are merely crops ripened by chemical fertilizers, waiting to be harvested.
What is this "heretical power"?
Is it a cheat?
virus?
Or... a completely different path of evolution?!
A crazy idea, so crazy it made his soul tremble, sprouted from the ground.
This power...
Can I steal it?
This idea spread like wildfire, instantly engulfing every corner of his mind.
Bang, bang, bang.
Chen Yifan's heart pounded wildly.
He was no longer the time traveler struggling to survive for his sister.
He became a Columbus who discovered a new continent.
A virgin land, brimming with endless treasures and deadly dangers, was slowly unfolding before him.
"The Hand of Constant Temperature?"
On the other side, Bai Xiang's half of his body, covered in black frost, was completely frozen in spiritual energy, rendering him unable to move.
But there was no panic on his face. He just stared intently at Wang Jianguo, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
It looks familiar.
But I can't remember.
However, the current situation doesn't allow him to think too much about it.
He was a legendary assassin at level 90, a being standing at the pinnacle of the world. If he hadn't obtained that sacred artifact, he would never have been able to reach his current level.
Now, the sacred artifact is incomplete, and its power has stagnated.
This "heretical power" before him is his only hope to break through his shackles and step into a higher level!
"snort!"
He snorted coldly.
The next second, the intact hand turned into a sharp claw and grabbed at his shoulder without hesitation.
puff!
A sickeningly loud sound of flesh being torn apart rang out.
He actually tore off his frozen arm, along with half of his shoulder!
ruthless!
Be ruthless to yourself than to your enemies!
Not a drop of blood was found at the cut; only eerie black ice crystals were spreading rapidly.
Bai Xiang picked up his severed arm and casually tossed it aside, as if it were not part of his own body, but rather a piece of troublesome trash.
His face showed no pain, but rather an extreme, morbid excitement.
"A D-rank talent? A profession that manipulates temperature?"
"Wang Jianguo! Your excuse might fool those idiots, but it won't fool me!"
Bai Xiang's voice became shrill.
"This power is completely outside the scope of the [World Engine]!"
His handsome, eyebrowless face was contorted with extreme greed as he stared intently at Wang Jianguo, as if gazing upon a walking, priceless treasure.
"Hand over its secrets! Join forces, and the world will bow before us!"
[World Engine]?
These four words once again entered Chen Yifan's ears.
He understood completely.
As a time traveler, he has never believed in any kind of divinely bestowed profession or talent.
This is essentially a form of captivity.
Perhaps, it was an advanced civilization that used unknown means to accelerate the growth and harvest of the agricultural tools of an inferior civilization!
The "heretical path" that Wang Jianguo possesses is the only possibility to break free from the shackles of this agricultural tool and truly belong to humanity itself!
At this moment, all of Chen Yifan's apprehension, confusion, and fear about the world evaporated completely.
Instead, there was an unprecedented desire.
"Ha, your tone is even louder than athlete's foot."
Wang Jianguo spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth, stretched his neck, and made a crisp "crackling" sound.
"You want it? Fine, beat me and I'll tell you."
The way he looked didn't resemble someone facing a legendary assassin at all; it was more like someone haggling over a price at a market.
But it was precisely this lazy demeanor that made Bai Xiang's expression grow even more serious.
Where was the wound from the arm he tore off?
The black frost did not recede.
Instead, it continued to erode his body at a slow but steady pace.
Even with his methods, he was unable to dispel it.
"Interesting, very interesting..."
Bai Xiang muttered to himself, and suddenly swung his one intact arm.
In the square, the shadows of the corpses killed by Nightingale agents suddenly came to life.
Twisted black shadows struggled out from beneath the corpses, converging into a pitch-black river that surged toward the severed Hundred Forms.
Nourished by the shadows, his horrific wounds began to heal rapidly.
New flesh, bones, and skin are proliferating wildly.
Seeing this, Ye Tong's face turned deathly pale once again.
He struggled to get up, but Wang Jianguo pressed him back down with a look.
"Keep an eye on things, but don't cause any trouble."
Wang Jianguo pursed his lips, seemingly unsurprised by Bai Xiang's recovery ability.
He pulled a crumpled cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.
"I must say, your regeneration ability must be quite mana-intensive, right?"
Wang Jianguo exhaled smoke rings and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"You only have one hand left, and you're still wasting it like this. Don't say I'm bullying a disabled person if you don't have enough strength later."
These words immediately maximized the sarcastic effect.
His arm, now reborn with a hundred faces, had grown halfway back. He paused, raised his head, and in his inhuman eyes, murderous intent surged like an icy sea.
"Are you... teaching me how to do things?"
"Not really."
Wang Jianguo flicked his cigarette ash, his face full of sincerity.
"Just giving you a heads-up."
Bai Xiang fell silent.
His regenerated arm clenched into a fist.
A dark energy, more terrifying and condensed than before, gathered in the palm of his fist into a black dot compressed to its extreme.
The light in the entire square was absorbed by that black dot, instantly dimming the area.
He's getting serious!
In the ruins, Chen Yifan stopped breathing.
The moment that will truly determine everyone's fate has arrived.
Bai Xiang must die.
Otherwise, a level 90 legendary assassin would be everyone's nightmare.
Of course, Chen Yifan didn't think he could kill the other party.
The only one with this ability right now is Wang Jianguo.
In addition...
He also wanted to see it with his own eyes.
Just how powerful are these so-called heretical sects?
The moment Chen Yifan's thought flashed through his mind, Wang Jianguo made his move.
He didn't adopt any fighting stance; he simply slowly raised his right hand, which had frozen half of Bai Xiang's body.
Spread your five fingers.
Facing the direction of the Hundred Images.
A gentle squeeze.
It's an incredibly simple action.
Within a hundred meters of Bai Xiang, time, space, light, sound...
It was as if everything lost its meaning in that one grasp.
Everything fell into stillness.
Bai Xiang's fist, which contained the energy to destroy the world, froze in mid-air.
The expression on his face froze in the ferocity before he made his move.
The air around him stopped moving.
Chen Yifan's shrewdness saw everything clearly.
That's not time stopped.
temperature!
Absolutely low temperature.
Everything within a hundred meters of Bai Xiang was frozen in place!?
Level D Professional Thermologist.
A D-tier talent, [Hand of Constant Temperature]?!
This is an effect that cannot be achieved by job skills after the first job change.
But this is absolute zero!
How could someone at level 36 possibly do that?
Even if the opponent's skills are at their maximum level, it's simply impossible to do that!
The worldview that Chen Yifan established upon arriving in this world was crushed to pieces by Wang Jianguo's nonchalant grasp, and then pressed to the ground and ground into the ground seventy or eighty times.
Is this the effect of heretical power?
Does it have an infinite amplifying and enhancing effect on skills and talents?
That's practically like having a cheat code.
Ye Tong, standing next to him, was also completely dumbfounded.
He knew Wang Jianguo's true identity and also knew about his past achievements.
But when the opponent's near-invincible crushing power appeared in front of him...
For the first time, his perpetually icy face revealed an expression that mixed shock, bewilderment, and profound self-doubt.
This power, even his master...
It's not necessarily possible to do that.
Is this the power of heretics?
Do not!
wrong.
According to the descriptions in the files about heretical powers, it is not like Wang Jianguo.
There's something wrong here!!!
"it's over."
Wang Jianguo, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, mumbled three words.
He slowly walked toward the "sculpture-like" figure.
Step by step.
Every step felt like stepping on everyone's heart.
However, just as he was about to reach Bai Xiang...
The expression on Bai Xiang's face, which seemed to be sealed in amber, suddenly... stirred.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly in an extremely bizarre way, completely defying the principles of muscle movement.
Like a clown turned to the dark side.
It revealed a...
A strange smile.