FYN Chapter 31 Dare to Come to the Judgment
Chapter 31 Dare to Come to the Judgment
On the drive back to the farmhouse restaurant serving fragrant tomato and egg noodles, O'Na Li sat quietly in the passenger seat, her eyes filled with a myriad of thoughts, lost in thought.
Ronan knew perfectly well what she was thinking—it was related to that strange core.
When Ronan took out the beads, he had already told her:
"This was most likely a setup your father orchestrated for you. He forbade you to use this thing, but he himself seized some of its power through the Strange Core, gaining a vague glimpse of choices and destinies, which allowed the breeding ground for ghost stories to flourish again. And since you were always by his side, you were naturally nurtured by this Ghost Core, gaining the same abilities as him. But unexpectedly, in the end, you were the one who killed him, and under the influence of this breeding ground, you yourself gradually became a new ghost story."
Without a doubt, Ronan's explanation was flawless. Now all that remained was for him to personally verify whether the strange core was indeed found in Onali's corpse.
Oona was speechless, as if she had lost her soul, and remained silent in the passenger seat.
Although she was already a ghost story, and only a soul remained, this description of her current state was quite fitting. Because Ronan could see the despair surging within her heart.
He held the steering wheel with one hand and gestured with the other, saying:
"Hope is something worth waiting for. I think your life is already full of hope. Come with me, let's kill this mastermind."
After a moment of silence, O'Neill's tone suddenly became firm:
I'll do my best tonight.
She puffed out her little mouth, and although she was only about 1.4 meters tall, she stubbornly raised her non-existent chest, adding a touch of vibrant life.
Ronan gave a heartfelt compliment.
He parked his car outside the restaurant, went back inside to take a shower, and then sat at the table by the window where the light rain was pattering. He took out his phone, logged onto the website he had created for Oonali, and wanted to see how many people were logged in.
I don’t know, I’m scared.
Ronan discovered that the website had been logged in more than 200,000 times.
Moreover, in this world, travelers' login records are not saved—this is a strict protection of Herodo.
Hero wanted to please these travelers as much as possible, so no one could collect the travelers' information; their hobbies, words, and actions could not be recorded.
This is probably because they're afraid local tech companies will discover some of the traveler's personal information.
Ronan thought to himself that this kind of setting could only be patched up afterward.
He believes that many travelers must have logged into the website, but their information was not recorded.
It was still a little before midnight. Oona's clones were already in various markets, using the painting behind them to shrink into the painting and make it disappear into thin air. They would then move behind people and, in that instant, unfold the painting and extend a small hand to perform a righteous tax collection trick, gathering a bunch of all kinds of cameras from various shops.
Ronan felt that initially, there was no need for others to buy their own cameras.
Once everyone knows how to use it, that is, once the method of using the camera spreads, everyone will have their own camera and can simply take pictures of other people's backs.
The cameras are being distributed now simply to let them know how the mystical power that Onali gained through self-sealing came about and how it works.
That's right, Ronan's plan is still to have O'Neil personally store his clone in each camera, thereby using this power.
That's all we can do in the early stages. After all, Oona's abilities are limited right now, and we can't treat her like some powerful ghost story that can be easily accomplished with a little power.
She could create countless clones to carry out her missions in various places, or seal her power in every camera, so that it would work as long as her power was present.
This is all utterly absurd.
He estimated that to reach that level, he would have to upgrade Onali.
It seems that the Core of the Strange Stories is quite important. I don't know if hunting other strange tales can drop the Core of the Strange Stories, but the one in front of me can definitely increase the star rating of the strange tale.
Just now, the clock struck midnight.
Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him.
The terrifying thought kept echoing in Charlie's mind. He really only wanted to kill Jax. He didn't ask for anything, he just wanted to live in his peaceful little home. He just wanted to live.
What's wrong with that?
He just wanted his family to live a peaceful life, what's wrong with that?
He's been a coward for so long, let him be a hero this time.
The scarlet lettering forever drew Charlie's gaze.
He wants to be the judge! He wants to be the judge!
Charlie didn't hesitate for a moment. The instant after midnight, he turned on his camera, entered his face, and submitted it without a second thought. This was his only chance.
A real opportunity to experience the horrors, and one that truly grants him the power of the horrors to deal with his enemies.
Just then, the submission interface disappeared. A short message appeared, which read:
Please enter your home address and congratulate him on passing the test; he will soon be issued the instrument of judgment.
Charlie didn't hesitate at all and filled in his home address directly.
Did he expose the address to Jacks?
What difference would it make if it were exposed to others? He'd rather this ghost story behind the painting kill his whole family than have Jacks come knocking on his door later.
He even thought that if he really couldn't obtain the power of the supernatural tales, he would take his mother and run away.
Charlie sat silently at the computer desk, the dim light illuminating his chin.
His jaw was almost dislocated at that moment, because his heart-wrenching laughter had been so forceful.
One point, two points, three points... He wasn't anxious.
Until the doorbell rang.
His mother had already gone to bed.
Charlie quietly walked to the door.
Is it hell or heaven outside the door?
Or was it hell all along?
He didn't know, but he had to open the door.
He pushed open the door, and what appeared before him was a floating camera, its lens gleaming with a scarlet light.
This should have been a common action camera model on the market, but its original silver body is now coated with a bright red. The colors in front of the lens are distinct: scarlet, light red, brownish-red, and dark purple are interspersed, making it look like a fang that is about to push people into an abyss.
Charlie silently reached out and touched the camera. In that instant, a chilling sound came from the camera:
"By taking this camera and filming the execution of the target's back, both you and he will die. Ignorant humans, do you even have the heart to judge?"