100: Chapter 100 Another Life (Two Chapters Combined)

Under the siege of various bizarre Special Abilities, Chen Moxuan was near death, but was finally rescued by the arriving Song Xin, and after experiencing a series of events, he joined the Madman Society.

As for Teacher Ma and Chen Moxuan's classmates, because they were suspected of having long-term contact with Monsters and their Mental Energy had suffered severe contamination, they were all sent to the Qingqiu Psychiatric Hospital.

Within just a few days, their families received news of their deaths one after another.

However, the Hero Association had directly cremated the bodies of Teacher Ma and the others, casually engraved their names on tombstones, and buried them in a public cemetery.

Right now, this was the memorial service being held by Teacher Ma's family along with the parents of the other students.

Upon learning the news, Chen Moxuan had dodged the Hero Association's wanted notices and, hiding his identity, came to attend the funeral.

This feeling was just like having a recurring dream.

Although there were many incongruities when thinking about it carefully, his brain naturally understood and accepted this skipped period of time, bringing him to this scene.

At this moment, the sounds of sobbing intertwined in his ears, sounding like weeping and complaining.

A woman in a black dress, her face full of sorrow, placed a bouquet of flowers before the tombstone engraved with the name Ma Jingyuan.

The little girl beside her also cried until she was a tear-stained mess.

The more than seventy parents at the scene each walked to their own child's tomb, placing flowers while weeping bitterly.

"Come to think of it... I don't seem to have attended their funeral."

Looking at this scene, Chen Moxuan couldn't help but think of the day he was taken to the Qingqiu Psychiatric Hospital by the Hero Association.

The bodies of his classmates and Teacher Ma had all been stuffed into black bags by the Hero Association.

Where they were taken afterward, Chen Moxuan did not know.

He had never seen these people before, and whether they were real people or not was unknown.

But after that, did they also hold a funeral for Teacher Ma and the classmates, weeping uncontrollably just like this moment?

He had stayed in the information-isolated psychiatric hospital for three days, and afterward, under Song Xin's arrangement, he went directly to the Second Hope Middle School.

He had not received any news about a funeral.

Chen Moxuan looked at the flowers in his hand and muttered, "I didn't expect to be making up for it in a place like this."

He walked forward slowly, placed the flowers before Ma Jingyuan's tomb, and bowed deeply.

"Uncle... do you know... my dad?" the little girl asked, sobbing as she looked at Chen Moxuan's face.

In the skipped memories, he had already analyzed Song Xin's magic power through Spiritual Sense and mastered Immortal Techniques.

Through the Transformation Technique, he had disguised himself as a middle-aged man with a bit of stubble.

"Yes," Chen Moxuan replied softly, "He was a good teacher."

In his memory, Teacher Ma in the Superpower World always maintained the concern of a teacher, even when facing him, the most rebellious and school-averse student in the class.

And when his long-suppressed emotions, caused by the mental load of [All-Things Calculation], erupted in the face of Wan Chaoren, he was also trying to protect his students in his own way.

No matter which world it was, Ma Jingyuan could be called a good teacher to Chen Moxuan.

"But... Dad must have done something wrong..."

The little girl sobbed, her childish voice trembling like a crumpled piece of paper, "Otherwise why... would the Transcendent Lord want to kill Dad..."

Before she could finish, the woman beside her looked as if she had been struck by lightning and immediately covered her daughter's mouth.

Her pupils contracted violently, and she looked around in terror, her voice trembling, "Don't talk nonsense! Your dad was killed by a Monster!"

Chen Moxuan silently turned and left the crowd, slowly clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white.

He remembered once again why he had been so muddled and indifferent after being reborn into this world.

The Transcendents of this nation had long since penetrated their rule over ordinary people deep into the very fibers of society, like gods.

Even when a child vaguely guessed that it was a Transcendent who had killed their own loved one, their first reaction was actually to suspect that their father had done something wrong and bury the confusion deep in their heart.

Here, right and wrong were nothing more than playthings for the Transcendents to manipulate at will, defined by them as they pleased.

Natural-born Special Ability users were convinced from childhood that they were born noble, existences superior to Mortals.

As for the Acquired Awakeners, once they held unimaginable power, most would chase after this strength like moths to a flame, completely drawing a line between themselves and their original stance.

Even after Awakening his Special Ability, Chen Moxuan did not immediately go for Transcendent certification.

In his subconscious, he simply could not accept being associated with this group of people.

He did not like the rules that these people had established in this world.

In the past, he had no ability to change things and chose self-destruction under the brutality.

But he had survived.

Then, it should be up to him to destroy this world.

"Everyone who has undergone Transcendent certification, leave none alive."

A chill surged around Chen Moxuan, and he secretly made up his mind once again.

The anger hidden in his heart was also magnified several times at this moment.

Crack—like glass shattering, the surrounding space shattered in response.

When Chen Moxuan came back to his senses, he found himself in a basement room.

Around him were several faces he had never seen before.

Surrounded by several unfamiliar faces, but the moment his gaze swept over them, a massive amount of memory surged into his mind like a tide, as if it had been set up long ago, automatically filling in the gaps.

These people were all Great Sin Madmen of the Madman Society.

The tall, burly man with a hedgehog-like afro and a bizarre mask looked solemn and was the first to break the silence: "Over the past six months, we have successfully taken 16 of the 26 alphabetical districts in the south of the Dazhou Nation."

"That bunch of old Monsters from the Superpower Association has finally started to notice us."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing, his tone becoming increasingly heavy: "There are twelve S-Class Transcendents in the Superpower Association, each of whom is a veteran figure born immediately after the first Transcendent, the 'Son of God'."

"They have lived from the Niewu Era to the present, experienced countless battles, and are not at all on the same level as the S-Class Transcendents we have encountered before."

"The next actions must be extremely cautious."

"We've been waiting for ages, and we've finally reached this moment! Haven't we been acting for so long just to force them out into the open?"

In the corner, a girl with a petite figure but a mature voice had eyes shining with fanatical light.

"What are you afraid of? We have this big Buddha sitting here!" Song Xin raised her hand and pointed directly at Chen Moxuan, a meaningful smile curling the corners of her mouth, "The Madman Society's combat power ceiling, the [Arrogance] representative, isn't it fine to just let him handle whatever comes up?"

"Huh? We're having a meeting here, what are you spacing out for?"

The sudden dialogue pulled Chen Moxuan back to reality; memory fragments were still churning in his brain, causing him to freeze in place for a moment.

In a trance, he seemed to have forgotten the existence of the Heart Refining Array and completely accepted his current identity.

As if he had truly experienced half a year of fighting against Transcendents.

"It's nothing, it feels like I just had a very long dream."

Chen Moxuan slowly curled his lips, and a heart-palpitating sense of oppression emanated from his body: "Whether it's A-Rank or S-Class, only a dead Transcendent is a good Transcendent."

The afro-haired man nodded, burning trust jumping in his eyes: "Next, let's discuss the battle deployment for the next step of the plan..."

"Boom—" Before the words were finished, the earth suddenly let out a beast-like roar and began to shake violently.

Chen Moxuan felt the world spinning; it was as if the whole world had been stirred by an invisible giant hand, and the secret room originally buried deep underground had rushed directly to the surface like a bamboo shoot breaking through the soil, carrying fragments of space with it.

Above the sky, a man dressed in a snow-white suit stood elegantly with his hands hanging down. With a light flick of his fingertips, the entire sky seemed to become a marionette in his hands.

"Not good! It's the Superpower Association's [Fantasy Corridor]!" The afro-haired man's exclamation rang out quickly, "Everyone, activate Demon Possession immediately!"

In an instant, a pitch-black, bizarre stream of energy gushed out from his ring, wrapping around his body like a living creature.

At the same time, dark clouds churned in the sky, and a huge thundercloud gathered crazily in the Void Realm.

A giant lightning bolt with a diameter of ten kilometers crashed down, and the entire world was instantly swallowed by blinding blue light.

...

Chen Moxuan's pupils had not yet recovered from the afterimage of the lightning, and the surrounding space-time twisted and reorganized like a melting wax figure.

The moment his vision refocused, he was holding a blood-stained spear in his hand, the tip of which was deeply inserted into the chest of a strange man.

Warm blood trickled down the shaft of the spear, spreading red across the back of his hand.

The man choked up a mouthful of blood, but a look of relief appeared on his lips, his unfocused pupils reflecting the Void Realm: "So many people have died, going to such lengths, and it was actually just for this kind of reason..."

He grabbed Chen Moxuan's wrist, trembling, and let out a faint laugh, his breath as thin as silk: "Then I will tell you, the cruel truth of this world..."

...

"Damn it!" The blue-clothed youth shouted angrily and punched the reinforced stone wall inside the base, leaving a shocking fist pit.

"Each time a Transcendent is killed, the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth becomes more intense."

"The southern part of the Dazhou Nation is adjacent to the Alien Wasteland. Those alien races were already beginning to counterattack crazily due to their increased strength, causing the rear to be unable to resist, and now, to make matters worse..."

He paused, his tone becoming more serious: "And just at this critical juncture, another Alien Realm Fusion has occurred, and a large number of alien races have emerged."

"If this continues, the power of the Madman Society alone will not be enough."

"Since that's the case..." Chen Moxuan said slowly.

He now looked weathered, his once-black long hair now nearly completely white.

"Then let me spread the Martial Dao."

The blue-clothed youth's pupils contracted sharply, and an incredulous question spilled from his throat: "Are you planning to... let every citizen in the southern region become a Martial Artist and participate in the battle?"

"Yes, I've been considering this for some time."

Chen Moxuan slowly opened his palm, and golden runes appeared in his palm, the flowing light seeming to contain the ultimate truths of heaven and earth: "I have already created a Cultivation Technique that can quickly improve cultivation; it is not limited by Aptitude, and anyone can use it to directly knock on the door of the Martial Dao."

"It's time to establish it, the Zhenwu Sect."

...

"Dead... they are all dead."

A bloody wind rose, and a rain of blood, thick like rust, poured down.

Dark red raindrops hit Chen Moxuan's broken armor, winding into streams along the grooves, merging with the mountain of corpses and sea of blood flowing on the ground.

The Alien Wasteland battlefield had long since become a living hell, and Chen Moxuan stood alone in the center of the alien army, his blood-stained white hair dancing wildly in the wind.

"One by one... their blood is so strong... fighting so hard."

"Hahahaha, I taught them all." Chen Moxuan appeared insane, laughing up at the sky.

The surrounding allied army of alien races looked at him, their eyes revealing deep fear, not daring to act rashly.

Chen Moxuan spread his arms, letting the blood drip from his fingertips, his eyes burning with a flame intertwined with madness and sorrow: "I was wrong, this world doesn't need Martial Artists at all."

"I alone am enough!"

The roar shattered the sky, Chen Moxuan's pupils instantly turned dark gold, and his white hair stood on end.

Black energy like water mist erupted from his body, churning and condensing, actually turning into thousands of forms: fists, palms, fingers, swords, spears, blades...

These black energies were like his extended limbs, instantly unleashing hundreds of Martial Skill killing moves.

He was like a bloodthirsty god of war, completely swallowing the battlefield.

...

Scenes flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern; Chen Moxuan seemed to have fallen into a vortex of time, having experienced a long trek across the years.

Fight, win, fight, win.

At first, the passion and glory brought by victory could still fill his chest, but as time passed, slaughter became a fate engraved in his marrow.

In one life-and-death struggle after another, the figures who once fought side-by-side eventually turned into fragments in his memory.

He climbed all the way, stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood; when the name of the strongest was bestowed upon him, he had already placed himself at the peak where no one else stood.

Opening the final curtain of his life.

Chen Moxuan fell onto the scorched earth; before him was a broken and desolate land.

Lead-grey dark clouds churned, pressing toward the horizon, and the entire world was shrouded in thickness.

Suddenly, a gap cracked open in the clouds, and blinding golden light poured down.

Several strange creatures, surrounded by holy halos, stepped on the light and descended slowly.

They looked down at the broken Chen Moxuan from above, their voices echoing between heaven and earth like a great bell: "Submit to us, and you will have the opportunity to restart the world."

"This is your final salvation."

"Submit, or perish."

Chen Moxuan coughed violently, scarlet blood foam splashing onto the scorched earth, and a hoarse sneer came from his throat: "Restart?"

"Are you saying you want me to treat all of this as if it never existed?"

"I choose neither..."

He propped up his crumbling body, the sword tip cutting through the pervasive smoke and pointing straight at the firmament.

"Fight!"

The sound was like tearing silk; the Battle Intent erupting from Chen Moxuan's body seemed tangible, shattering the surrounding twisted smoke into powder.

Pitch-black armor condensed from the Void Realm with a boom, layer upon layer of scales like an ancient demon god covering his body, and his ink-colored cloak fluttered loudly.

He stomped his feet, and the entire scorched earth turned into powder and shot into the sky; his figure rushed out with the momentum of thunder.

"Extremely stupid."

The strange creatures looked down, their voices vibrating the air like heavenly thunder: "The power you are so proud of is merely our creation."

"Since that's the case, then we shall re-select a person for ascension."

Between heaven and earth, light suddenly burst forth.

In a vast expanse of white light, Chen Moxuan rushed forward crazily, but his flesh and blood melted away inch by inch.

First his legs turned into fly ash, then his waist and abdomen.

Finally, only a right hand covered in cracks remained, clutching that long sword tightly.

At the moment of complete dissipation, he struck out fiercely.