PFC Chapter 989 Yandere x Stalker x Meal Replacement
Chapter 989 Yandere x Stalker x Meal Replacement
Chapter 989 Yandere x Stalker x Meal Replacement
The pine forest outside the abandoned village was silent, even though it was just past the beginning of autumn.
"One hundred viscounts, one thousand baron-level demons, and a million demon guards of various ranks."
"None of the magical artifacts on my body worked."
The bright red fleshy pupa gradually stopped throbbing, its color settling as if frozen. A pale arm broke through the membrane, and a dark-skinned man wearing a skull ring emerged from it, covered in crystalline scabs.
"Zhang Zhiwei is impossible." He gasped for breath, coughing violently. "The spiritual energy in this world is so thin."
"The suppression of heaven and earth clearly still exists."
"how so?!"
It was like experiencing a hallucination, but the lingering memories and the feeling of obliteration told Jia Luo that the last thing he saw, the old monster with long, narrow eyes and a body covered in golden light and lightning, had indeed wiped out the demon army in an instant.
The demonic wealth he had accumulated by conquering three instance planes was wiped out in an instant.
"System!" Jia Luo stared at the mission objectives and conquest guide that appeared in his mind, and asked in a panicked voice, "Didn't you say that this world corresponds to the Under One Person story I remember?!"
Boom——
Endless divine rays, like seven-colored glazed glass, spread out from the end of the sky, as if descending from the heavens, tearing apart and washing away the turbid and demonic energy.
That direction leads to Longhu Mountain!
Jia Luo felt a chill run down his spine, and all those thoughts about assigning special roles to demon soldiers, such as the succubus Xia He, were long forgotten.
'Let's go back first!' He was about to call the system to leave this newly discovered instance world and figure out what was going on.
Shila-
The barrier shattered instantly.
The old celestial master, his body gleaming with golden light like amber, entered the forest. He carried a demon knight's helmet, tossed it lightly, and it tumbled and clattered before landing in front of the stunned Jalo.
"Wow, just like you said, sir, this guy isn't quite dead yet." The man with the short ponytail looked around curiously, then suddenly frowned: "What's going on here?"
“Old Ma, I’m not trying to be mean, but how come your Biyou Village is still hiding these things? Concealing them is an even bigger crime.”
He glanced at the white-haired man in simple training clothes beside him. The man's face showed utter despair as he stared listlessly at a peach in his hand that radiated light and had an enticingly sweet aroma.
"Ma Xianhong, that peach in your hand will go bad if you don't eat it soon, shall I eat it for you?" Feng Baobao nudged Ma Xianhong.
Upon hearing this, Ma Xianhong immediately flew into a rage, shoving the peach into Feng Baobao's hand and yelling, "I had no idea there were these things outside Biyou Village! Zhang Chulan, you bastard, don't frame me!"
"Why are you so agitated? The company can't control you right now."
Zhang Chulan chuckled and hid behind the old master, waving his hand outwards: "Hey, this fellow who illegally traveled through time, if it's convenient, why don't you come with our Time and Space Administration Bureau?"
"How did the Time and Space Administration find me?!" Jia Luo tried his best to control his emotions, while covering the ring on his right hand.
"Let me make this clear from the start: we treat prisoners well, and if you cooperate actively, we won't take your life, so..." Zhang Chulan, who was hiding behind the old master, poked his head out and smiled.
"Brother, could you please refrain from any underhanded tactics?"
The white teeth on the skull ring bit into Jaro's finger, and instantly, black mist erupted, accompanied by the chilling and piercing sound of metal scraping against metal.
Having traveled to this era, who doesn't have some hidden cards up their sleeve?!
[Countdown to the Demon Marquis's Possession]
A grotesque humanoid figure covered in sharp edges, along with a deep, dark projection of the universe, suddenly appeared, its terrifying corrosiveness even freezing the flow of time.
In that instant, the tawny demonic eyes, ferocious and cold, opened in front of Zhang Zhiwei's face, and then the endless, lingering Daoist rhyme intertwined with the deathly darkness, bursts of chaotic light erupted.
The entire starry sky and the whole world trembled. The old master frowned and took a half step back, raising his hand to eliminate the aftershocks. But at that moment, the ferocious humanoid figure in front of him erupted again, breaking through the defenses and grabbing at Zhang Chulan and the others with its claws.
'Before the possession ends, seize Zhang Chulan's weakness.' Jia Luo's thinking was clear.
Even though they were so close, the hazy light emanating from Zhang Chulan seemed to draw attention like a vortex, distorting everything around him.
"It seems you're not quite clear on the meaning of 'Under One Person,' I, Zhang Chulan..."
"He's the real protagonist!"
The original world shattered into pieces, replaced by an ancient immortal realm covered by a sea of clouds and radiant with the sun.
A sense of vastness and wilderness washed over them. In the stunned gaze of the immobile Jia Luo, Zhang Chulan, with his flowing robes and graceful posture, seemed like an immortal who had transcended the mortal world.
At that moment, she was looking down at him indifferently and calmly, and raised her right hand.
At that moment, the sea of clouds surged and poured down with Zhang Chulan's movements, the abyssal demonic energy dissipated layer by layer, and even all thoughts were severed.
In the end, even the starry sky seemed to become peaceful.
The projection of the dark universe was held in Zhang Chulan's hand with one hand. With a gentle squeeze, it exploded like fireworks and then disappeared forever.
"Holding the sun and moon in my hand and picking up the stars, there is no one like me in the world."
He waved his sleeves forlornly and forlornly, turned his back to the crowd, looked up at the sky, and said nothing more.
stamp--
Poke!
"This kid's eyes are rolling back, is there any way to save him?"
As Feng Baobao poked Zhang Chulan's cheek, Zhang Chulan, who had been motionless, fell straight onto the grass without any resistance, just like a stone sculpture losing its balance.
A comic book fell out of his sleeve, and its last page featured Zhang Chulan, who, after multiple beautification and retouching processes, exuded an aura of supreme power and was completely transformed by Qi.
Ma Xianhong took out a bottle and poured the 'energy drink' he had been drinking while working overtime into Zhang Chulan's mouth.
The next moment, the dense spiritual light was absorbed, and Zhang Chulan, who had rolled his eyes, instantly sprang to his feet, standing with his hands behind his back, facing away from everyone: "Handshake."
There was a snap.
He staggered, clutching his head, and looked to the side, chuckling awkwardly, "Master, you're still here?"
"What about that person?"
"I've taken it, don't worry."
The transmigrator had already been absorbed into Chu Lan Zhenren's personal comic and was suppressed by a virtual multiverse, making him absolutely unable to move. However, he was also almost exhausted.
Zhang Zhiwei glanced at him and said, "At a crucial moment."
"We still need you at this crucial moment." Zhang Chulan immediately took out a 500-year time difference cultivation exchange coupon from the Tower of Time: "Oh right, I need to go and report this matter to the Celestial Venerable and the others."
"Master, you need to step up your game, otherwise there'll be no one to hold things in check if something goes wrong here!"
Zhang Zhiwei: "."
He sighed, reluctantly accepted the voucher, and left.
Looking at the old master's retreating figure, Zhang Chulan felt a sense of longing for his ancestor to become a dragon: "I can only make things harder for my master."
"Why don't you suffer for yourself?" Ma Xianhong was almost speechless with this guy.
Resources and positions that others would covet or even desperately want, this guy holds onto but then hands over to others, and spends his days idly.
“Although I am the kind of one-in-a-million genius, Old Ma,” Zhang Chulan said, his smile fading as he looked at Feng Baobao, “the world is not short of geniuses.”
Feng Baobao can learn most techniques after seeing them only once or practicing them once, which is no different from offline cultivation.
"The big shots are all very generous, so I have more than enough to maintain my daily cultivation needs, and I could even be considered a nouveau riche."
Zhang Chulan smiled and said, "In that case, those resources that are not currently compatible with my own abilities are more valuable and efficient to let others use than to pile them up, aren't they?"
"Besides, Sister Bao'er and Master Shi are our own people, so I don't feel at ease."
"Including you, Lao Ma, you are more valuable than me in using these resources."
Zhang Chulan looked at Ma Xianhong, whose eyes flashed with surprise, and said solemnly, "Only when your level increases will we receive a larger share of the year-end bonus. Our whole family depends on you to support us."
Ma Xianhong's face twitched: "You bastard, you'd better get back to the Chamber of Commerce's assembly line and start assembling magical artifact parts to make money."
"Name?"
"Jialuo, isn't this the Time and Space Administration?"
The small room had a high-wattage incandescent light bulb hanging from it, an iron table and iron benches, and two people wearing heavy protective suits taking notes opposite them.
"This is the Foundation. There will be an experiment related to containment objects later. We need someone to hold him down. Another one who's gone berserk."
"let me out!!!"
It is still unknown why time travelers often have a stress response when they hear the word "Foundation," but those under control who are in a state of lockdown have virtually no ability to cause accidents.
They were easily defeated.
"When did a foundation appear?"
"This was something Stark and his group of mad scientists did not long ago."
Su Lin stood outside the observation window for a while and said, "You just said that this guy appeared outside Biyou Village?"
“Yes, and it was in the forest where I first hosted you all for a visit. I remember that place.” Zhang Chulan nodded.
Upon hearing this, Su Lin and the others used the interdimensional talisman to travel to Zhang Chulan's world.
Outside the long-abandoned Biyou Village, nothing seemed to have changed. After looking in a certain direction for a while, Iwamori stretched out his index finger and manipulated the river of time.
For those on the other side, time and space are no longer a distance.
The exact moment when Master Chu Lan suppressed the demonic transmigrator and manifested his divine power through poetry was revealed to everyone.
Su Lin: "5 points."
Meng Qi: "4 points."
Were you brought here to be judges?
Zhang Chulan resisted the urge to find a corner to crawl into.
"What is this?" Iwamori murmured in surprise.
There stood the location of the transmigrator, who seemed to have appeared out of thin air in this world. Countless phantoms faintly appeared around him, coinciding with the timeline and eventually shrinking into a mark that was as crystalline and shimmering as a snowflake.
This mark
From an earlier period of history, there is a man with black hair and black eyes, and six wings of light behind him.
Su Lin was somewhat surprised. He raised his longsword and thrust it at the mark. In an instant, the world became chaotic, with no distinction between black and white, and time became blurred.
The projection of a fictional world unfolds, with endless matter and energy constructing and transforming into the ruins of a world filled with despair and the flames of a black hell.
This place is like a furnace, and countless demons are being continuously thrown in from the heavens. After being transformed by black flames, they lose their minds and become puppets.
Among them are many abyssal demons with noble ranks.
Suddenly, it seemed as if they had noticed something.
An invisible figure draped in a robe with strange inscriptions emerged from the sky, looking down at the observers from beyond the boundary.
"."
In less than a moment, the invisible figure lifted a corner of its robe, swept up the entire furnace and the high-ranking demons within, and curled itself into a phantom vortex, disappearing without a trace.
The fictional world has returned to blankness, seemingly due to the current situation and the presence of Su Lin and others, the invisible person has abandoned the original plan.
"To refine captured abyssal demons into puppets and then send them to the system for people to exchange—this guy seems very cautious, unwilling to even reveal his own power and characteristics."
Without those mysterious and obscure things obscuring our view, a little analysis is all it takes to see what the other side is planning.
"However, thanks to Zhang Chulan's timely intervention, this world was not eroded or occupied at all. Before obtaining a perfect vessel, this being suspected to be 'Heavenly Remains' is probably unwilling to personally venture into the void," Yan Sen said.
"Not at all, it's all thanks to my advisor." Zhang Chulan scratched his head, then looked at Su Lin, hesitating to speak.
Su Lin looked at the mark. After the invisible person disappeared, the projection of the fictional world began to melt away like snowflakes, leaving no trace in time and space.
"He came to see you?" Meng Qi asked.
"Not this one, it's some others." Su Lin stared at the spot where the mark had disappeared, a deep sense of confusion in his eyes.
Is Empress Wutian still alive?
Su Lin was more inclined to believe that the demon god named Menek had done something, or that other things in the abyss had intervened.
Silent silence.
On Shuijing Peak, the cold wind gradually intensified.
The crimson flames compressed rapidly, then erupted into a towering pillar of destructive fire.
"Wuwu?" Elena experimented with the explosion magic Su Lin had given her, and asked in confusion, "This is the second time I've heard you mention this name. What, is she another one of your destined leading ladies?"
"She is the greatest creation of the Su Lin clan." Su Lin, tied to a pillar as an experimental subject, was extremely serious: "How can the mere title of 'female lead' compare to Wu Wu!?"
Even though this work by Wuwu came from the hands of that traitor Tony.
After reviewing his experiences along that timeline, Su Lin had to give Sutoni a thumbs up. Of course, the work did have a few flaws.
Because Sutoni didn't have time to die in front of Wuwu, Empress Wutian had already awakened.
"One day, I will create a work even greater than Wuwu's!"
Su Lin saw a crimson-white pillar of fire reflected in his eyes, which bombarded him in less than a breath.
Meng Qi poked Su Lin, who was emitting black smoke, with a twig. Su Lin's form dissipated and returned to history: "Then how did she end up with Chu Lan? And how did she get involved with the Abyss?"
So, strictly speaking...
Su Lin emerged from the gap in history: "I'm probably being followed by a yandere as a meal replacement right now."
I initially thought it was heatstroke, but it turns out it was probably a flare-up of my cervical spondylosis; it hurt all day.
(End of this chapter)