I write obituaries for the gods.

Chapter 16 Projecting All Things

Since the rise of Yudu and the emergence of demigods on the stage of history, they have become synonymous with "nobility" in everyone's subconscious.

These are extraordinary beings from outer space, capable of anything from flying to diving, and have maintained a very small population for many years, yet they have amassed considerable power through the Foundation.

But now, watching Johnston drink the potion and see his muscles swell, a terrifying thought popped into Lin Chen's head:

Is the theory of demigods from beyond the heavens false?

Within the dark blue bubble, the scene begins to change: inside the sealed experimental chamber, Johnston howls.

"Aaaaaaah!"

His muscles were pressing against the tempered glass wall, as if they were about to burst through at any moment.

"Suppressor experiment, first time..."

The foundation's scientists, dressed in white coats, surrounded the containers; some were recording data, some were operating instruments, and some were observing.

The scene changes again: in the school corridor, Johnston is holding a small child and pinning him against the wall.

"My mom said I'm superior to all of you!" He raised his chin. "You insecure little loser, I suggest you give me the money and go ask around. I've transferred schools three times already. The last loser I taught a lesson to will never be able to go to school again, hahaha..."

The scene shifts, the vessel slowly opens, and Johnston, whose spine has been implanted with a suppressor, slowly walks out.

He raised his head, his eyes completely bloodshot, and his helmet gradually fell down, covering the upper half of his face.

Ms. J strolled into the room, smiled, and approached Qingtian, putting her arm around his waist.

"From now on, your name is Qingtian," she whispered. "You are a demigod."

"..."

At this point, the light and shadow within the pale blue bubble dissipated.

Lin Chen let out a soft breath, and squatted down beside Qingtian on the pure white beach.

"You are not a god," he said softly.

Johnston turned his head slightly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Lin Chen.

"So what if I'm not?" he hissed. "I'm not a god... that little bastard I crippled can't do anything to me. I went to the best high school and university in Yudu... my mother is a high-ranking official in the foundation! She can handle everything!"

"No one can hold me accountable..."

His body was so strong, yet he spoke like a child who hadn't grown up.

Lin Chen gently shook his head and said:

"I've come to settle accounts with you..."

Looking directly into Lin Chen's eyes, Qingtian grinned an ugly smile:

"They warned me to be careful of you... the ghost of history..."

"I've been waiting for you..."

"...?"

Lin Chen was stunned when he saw Qingtian's sudden smile.

Ghosts of history?

He didn't have time to think. The next second, he saw Johnston get up from the beach and pounce on him.

Almost simultaneously, the "Mirage City" dissipated, and the monster, its body ablaze, rose from the campfire and charged at Lin Chen with bared fangs and claws!

As if suddenly regaining its senses, the monster endured the burning sensation from the flames!

not good...

Lin Chen instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Just as Qingtian's claws were within reach, suddenly, a bullet pierced Qingtian's neck.

The crimson light spread through the rain, followed by the belated sound of gunfire.

"Bang!"

The immense recoil caused Qingtian to sway and stumble to the ground, allowing Lin Chen to dodge in time.

He turned his head and saw a sliver of white light flashing on the top of a tall building in the distance.

If I remember correctly, it was a luxury hotel.

Is someone helping me?

Without a second thought, Lin Chen abruptly raised his shotgun, aimed it at Qingtian, and pulled the trigger:

"Bang! Bang!"

Two dragon breath bullets struck Qingtian's body, and the monster let out a scream.

He staggered back a few steps, then quickly rallied and raised his claws.

Lin Chen aimed at Qingtian again and pulled the trigger, but heard a "click" from the shotgun—

The bullets have all been fired.

He immediately drew his pistol and fired at the oncoming Optimus Prime.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Of the three shots, only one hit Qingtian in the head, destroying one of his eyes.

Optimus Prime, having missed its target, let out a frustrated cry. Its claws hadn't struck Lin Chen squarely, but they had grazed him—

"call!"

A tremendous impact knocked Lin Chen to the ground, causing him excruciating pain all over his body.

He struggled to his feet and, in the process, raised his gun and fired:

"Bang bang bang!"

This time, two out of three shots hit, destroying Optimus Prime's other eye as well.

While the monster was howling with its eyes covered, Lin Chen put away his pistol and took out a few dragon breath bullets from the magazine.

He struggled to shake off the magazine and frantically shoved the last five bullets inside.

After loading the gun, Lin Chen raised it and aimed at Qingtian, who was not far away.

At this moment, he faced the monster's slowly lowering head: on that distorted face, the eyes that had been destroyed by bullets had been restored.

"Depend on..."

Lin Chen didn't even have time to fire his gun before he suddenly lay down to the side.

The next second, a sonic boom rang out—

"boom!"

A gust of wind swept past the spot where Lin Chen had just been standing—Qingtian swept past in an instant, smashing the rain curtain into a long, empty trail!

The violent shockwave threw Lin Chen away again. He rolled several times on the rocky beach before struggling to get up.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Qingtian poised to pounce:

"Bang!"

Almost simultaneously, blood gushed from Qingtian's chest as he prepared to charge—the sniper had hit him once again.

opportunity!

Lin Chen immediately raised his gun and fired at Qingtian:

"Bang! Bang!"

The dragon's breath blast ignited Qingtian's body once again, and he screamed as he writhed in the rain.

While the monster was distracted, Lin Chen rubbed his arm, which was sore from the fall, and quickly thought of a solution.

For some reason... Qingtian suddenly regained a degree of rationality, and his every move became noticeably logical...

There are three Dragon Breath bullets left, but based on previous experience... it's unlikely that three bullets will completely take him down.

Should we retreat? Impossible... How could an electric car possibly escape a monster that can move at the speed of sound?

His superpowers seem simple: pure muscle density brings pure strength...

Is there any way to address this?

Pure power...

The image of Qingtian walking out of the experimental chamber flashed through Lin Chen's mind.

His temples felt hot, and at the same time, the pale blue substance that had previously enveloped him gradually emerged, accompanied by flashes of white light.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap flashed across the sky, turning the torrential rain appear deathly white.

Lin Chen recalled that rainy night: through the "Mirage City," he successfully projected the RBAI-1045 revolver shotgun inside the Investigation Bureau.

So, is there a possibility...?

Since it's possible to project a shotgun through "experience"...

After Lin Chen experienced the history of "Qingtian being endowed with superpowers" through the dark blue substance...

Is he able to project the "superpowers given to Optimus Prime" onto himself?

if you can...

"Boom!"

Another thunderclap flashed, and Lin Chen raised his wrist, looking at the dark blue substance swirling around it.

He saw a pair of eyes in the reflection of those substances: the eyes of a towering figure.

"The ghosts of history..."

"roar!"

The torrential rain extinguished the flames on Qingtian's body. He suddenly tossed his head, clenching his deformed claws into fists—

"boom!"

He broke the sound barrier the instant he started moving, his fist hurtling towards the stationary Lin Chen—

"Click!"

excruciating pain.

The gale subsided, and the torrential rain poured down, revealing a hint of terror on Qingtian's ugly and distorted face.

He stared in disbelief at the scene before him: Lin Chen's hand caught his fist!

"Boom!"

Thunder flashed and the wind howled.

In the pouring rain, a hint of dark blue flashed in Lin Chen's eyes.

"It's my turn," he whispered.

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