413: Chapter 413 Lin Yu's Divine Skill!

"Fine."

As that single word fell, it was like a pebble dropped into a boiling vat of oil.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, an even more turbulent rage erupted.

"Fine? Fine your mother!"

"Are you fucking playing with us?"

"Death is at your doorstep and you still dare to be stubborn! Hit him! Smash this turtle shell to pieces!"

The Man surnamed Wang's face twisted with extreme fury, and the carefully maintained persona of tragic heroism shattered completely. He had thought he had driven Lin Yu into a dead end, tightening the noose of morality and public opinion around his neck.

He hadn't expected the other party's response to be such a nonchalant word.

It was contempt.

It was blatant, ultimate contempt for the anger of a hundred thousand people and for the one hundred and forty-one lost souls.

In the backstage, on Zhong Huai's light screen, the new identity files for the Lin Yu siblings had been generated, with only the final confirmation step remaining. He looked at the lonely figure in front of the isolation wall, almost grinding his teeth to dust.

This kid is crazy; he's truly gone mad.

Lin Yu was deaf to everything in the outside world.

The agonizing pain from the potion was still ravaging his limbs and bones, but his consciousness was clearer than ever before.

In his deck, a card was undergoing a mutation.

It wasn't a physical card, but one that only he could see, existing between the virtual and the real. The card face depicted a joker's mask, half crying and half laughing.

The Ghost Card.

The Multiplication Card.

The moment the Ghost Card made contact with the Multiplication Card, the massive energy within Lin Yu's body, brought about by the purification instant burst potion, found an outlet.

No, it wasn't an outlet.

It was an infinite loop engine.

The potion's energy triggered the limit threshold of the Multiplication Card, and the Multiplication Card, infinitely reversed by the Ghost Card's duplication, applied this amplification effect back onto itself.

One became two, two became four, four became sixteen...

The amplification effect began an exponential, never-ending self-circulating stack.

The air around Lin Yu's body began to emit a low hum.

In the stands, the spectators who were frantically pounding on the isolation wall were the first to notice something was wrong.

"What... what is he doing?"

"Is his body glowing?"

"He's just putting on a show! Stalling for time! He doesn't have a shred of respect for the dead!"

The Man surnamed Wang also saw the faint blue halo lingering around Lin Yu, and the ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

No, he couldn't let him continue.

He had to interrupt him!

"Don't let him fool you! He's a lunatic! A psychopath with no remorse after killing!" He raised his arm again, trying to regroup the crowd's anger. "We..."

He couldn't finish his sentence.

Because Lin Yu moved.

He raised his hand, and a card flowing with golden radiance appeared between his fingers.

The moment that card appeared, the light in the entire stadium seemed to be stolen by it. It was unlike any known skill card; there were no complex patterns on the card face, only a pure green point of light that seemed to contain a pulse of life.

Origin Level · Vitality Nourishment

This minor skill, which was originally just at the level of a health supplement, had helped Lin Yu too many times after he upgraded it to the Origin Level.

Lin Yu had absolute confidence in it.

Without the slightest hesitation, he threw the golden card forward.

The card traced a brilliant trajectory in the air.

Then, it shattered.

There was no explosion, no sound.

At the very instant the card shattered into billions of points of light—

Snap!

The entire stadium, the world of a hundred thousand people, instantly fell into absolute darkness and silence.

All the lights, holographic screens, energy indicator lights, amplification equipment... every electronic instrument burned out instantly under that unmeasurable, terrifying energy overload.

The continuous roars, curses, and pounding sounds came to an abrupt halt.

The world went quiet.

In the darkness, the only light source came from the center of the arena.

Those billions of golden light points did not dissipate after shattering; instead, they converged into a solidified, viscous sea of green energy, spreading silently from beneath Lin Yu's feet.

Wherever the green sea of light passed, countless strange plants began to grow frantically on the cold metal floor. They sprouted, branched out, bloomed, and bore fruit at a speed visible to the naked eye, then withered and turned to dust in less than a second, only for new plants to grow in their place.

Within two seconds, the entire fan-shaped giant pit completed ten thousand cycles of life.

In the front row of the stands, an old man with severe arthritis was leaning forward in a cursing posture when he suddenly found that his hands, which had been swollen and painful for years, were regaining sensation.

On the other side, a man with a hideous scar on his face subconsciously touched his cheek; the scar that had accompanied him for over ten years had disappeared.

But none of this was the most terrifying part.

The most horrifying scene occurred in the huge pit at the center of the arena.

The severed limbs and broken arms belonging to the one hundred and forty-one deceased scattered everywhere, the bloody mess that had soaked half the arena, began to move under the coverage of the green sea of light.

A severed hand, defying all laws of physics, slid across the ground on its own, accurately moving toward a segment of an arm wreck dozens of meters away.

Patches of blood peeled off from the metal floor, converging into streams and flowing backward, searching for their source.

"Crack... snap..."

The faint sound of bones rejoining was infinitely amplified through a few recording elements that hadn't been completely destroyed, spreading throughout the silent stadium.

That was Xu Biao's half-torso, stitching itself back together with the other half of his body.

That sound became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

All the shouting, all the anger, all the sadness were completely crushed at this moment.

Tens of thousands of spectators froze in place, maintaining their postures from the previous second. Some had their mouths open, some held up fists, some still had tear stains on their faces, but everyone's movements were halted as if a collective pause button had been pressed.

Their gazes were pinned firmly on the center of the arena.

There, all the flesh and blood, all the severed limbs, had already finished converging.

The green life energy, like a weaver with the most supreme skill, wrapped, entwined, and reshaped them.

A giant cocoon, emitting a soft green light, slowly took shape in the center of the arena.

On the surface of the light cocoon, energy flowed like water ripples.

With the rhythm of the energy, the entire cocoon also began to beat rhythmically, like a giant heart, thump, thump.

The pulsating sound of the light cocoon became clearer and clearer.

One. Two. Three.

With every beat, a new sound of breathing joined in. From one, to ten, to dozens, with varying frequencies and depths, but all were the real, warm breaths that only a living person could produce.