Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1237: Chapter 945: The Only Method

”Wow, a real drama queen just showed up!”

The black reflection beside Huai Shi propped its elbow on his shoulder and clicked its tongue in admiration, ”Look! Never thought you’d have such a radiant moment, huh?”

”Wait a second...”

Huai Shi pushed the arm away with disdain, raised his hand, and asked, ”He’s confessing, so why do I have to be pointed at with a sword too?”

”Oh, you don’t have to.”

The Saint’s reflection disdainfully turned the sword, ”Born wicked need saving, those who willingly fall are beyond remedy.”

”That’s right... wait!”

Huai Shi smacked his lips, feeling something was off, ”How am I beyond remedy, how have I willingly fallen?!”

”Aimless and unaccomplished.”

The Saint’s reflection glanced coldly, ”You, who abandoned countless lives, you who have squandered all you possess, your life will ultimately become meaningless from laziness and the satisfaction of desire...”

”See, see, that’s just what a drama queen is like.” The reflection beside Huai Shi shook its head helplessly, ”I have a suggestion, why don’t we team up, take him down, and then plan the rest?”

”Ha ha.”

Huai Shi squinted, ”And then you backstab me, right? How about I team up with him and take you down first?”

”Already started the infighting, have we?” The Saint sneered, ”Sorry, I don’t have the habit of teaming up with evildoers and incompetents...”

”Tsk... look at the mess you’ve made, you rotten thing.”

”Are you done arguing?”

Before Huai Shi could respond, he heard a cold voice behind him.

At the boundary between light and dark, a slender and pale figure appeared, expressionless and rolling up their sleeves, ”Solve it quickly, enough talk.”

That sickly face was marked by weary disgust, uninterested in the chatter.

A hoarse and manic laughter erupted from the other side.

”Am I late? Or is it still early?”

A sinister grin emerged from the darkness.

Huai Shi began to feel his scalp tingle.

As he watched the figures emerging from the void, his head went numb.

When everyone turned their gaze to him, he felt the pressure of those countless eyes, belonging to those who knew him best, most familiar with him, and paradoxically part of him, gazing into him.

”A choice is about to begin, friend.”

The evil reflection tapped his shoulder, flicked the ash off a cigarette, and curiously asked, ”Are you ready?”

”This is really thrilling,”

Huai Shi sighed lightly, seemingly troubled, but couldn’t help but grin.

What responded to him was countless identical joyful smiles!

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”It’s about to begin.”

In the chapel behind the Church of Blood Drop, under a vaulted stained-glass dome, the solemn elderly Bishop raised his eyes.

In the chapel, everyone’s expressions were serious.

Gathered here were the Bishops, rare sights even in the Russian Federation, especially today.

Through the network created by the Holy Coffin, Sublimators from the Russian Federation gathered here from afar, draped in black robes with purple and gold sashes, exuding such a solemn aura that no one dared to breathe heavily.

Yekaterina simply sat on a pew, holding the rosary beads and praying silently. Beside her, Aleksey pushed the wheelchair, stopping at the sleeping teenage girl, wanting to say something but unable to.

On the altar’s projection, only darkness appeared.

A bizarre and vast mirror faintly reflected, with colorful and dim flows weaving visions and wonders unknown in the world, sometimes revealing Hell’s corpse mountains, blood seas, and terrifying scenes.

Even merely viewing the projection, one’s heart could not help but waver.

Should there be the slightest moment of distraction, even without direct witnessing, the soul would likely be drawn into it, stained by the curse formed from that anger and pain?

In the projection’s record, when the elevator opened, Huai Shi had already lost his senses.

Like a walking corpse, he stood before the massive bronze mirror.

Seduced by the changing soul, he reached out, pressed his hand on the mirror’s surface, breached the barrier of reality, and stepped inside.

Then, countless phantoms emerged, an astonishing number that kept climbing. Had it not been for identification from the Holy Coffin, those present would have thought this was the illusion enticing them to explore.

Unimaginable that such a multitude could exist.

”It’s normal; he passed the trial of All Spectrum Heaven Sphere, received the top-grade evaluation as a Sublimator.”

Mr. Luo Su nonchalantly flicked ash from his cigar and calmly said, ”This is just a part of it; there was far more already fused with and denied by him—the possibility denied by that power cannot even be reflected by the Mirror of Day and Night.”

”Too dangerous.”

The elderly Bishop raised his eyes, ”Mr. Luo Su, life is not a scale; sacrificing one person to save another is unacceptable.”

”Of course.”

Mr. Luo Su nodded, ”I’m in complete agreement, but I hold a slightly differing opinion on your assessment of the current situation.”

”Our side has no intention of claiming ownership of the Mirror of Day and Night. We have maintained an intelligence lock to maximize security.

Now, it seems you’ve misunderstood it due to that lack of understanding...”

The old man pondered for a moment, then sighed lightly, ”The Mirror of Day and Night does not reflect illusions or trials; rather, it refracts through the Miracle Imprint, recreating a new soul with Source Substance.

At this moment, what Mr. Huai Shi sees in all the mirror images, ultimately stems from the facets of his own essence. Under the interference of the curse, all mirror images will antagonize and resist each other.

But without a doubt, they are all a part of him and cannot be resolved through brute force.”

To kill evil, to destroy fanaticism, to crush indolence, to defeat another self... It sounds very cool, but this is not the self-challenge plot beloved in JUMP.

Rather, it is the exact opposite!

The number of people who have passed the trial using such a method is countless, but without exception, when they return from the mirror, they show fragments of the soul.

They have completely lost the parts that they have killed within themselves.

Whether it be evil or good, indolence or fanaticism... Once the mirror image is erased, that part of the soul is also utterly lost.

Such numerous mirror images do not prove the uniqueness of Huai Shi, but rather highlight the dangerousness of the situation.

The more you kill, the more you lose.

In the end, except for the self named Huai Shi, there will be nothing left, reduced to an empty shell, unmoved by worldly matters.

To truly pass the interrogation of the Realm of Day and Night, there is only one way.

Let those fragments, which are absolutely impossible to have any common language with you, willingly show approval of the main body.

Lies won’t work, eloquence is useless, promises and threats will have no effect whatsoever.

Ultimately, these are all aspects of the trial taker himself.

Only towards oneself, no one can lie and deceive; more often than not, it is towards oneself that one cannot forgive and be tolerant.

This is an unsolvable predicament.

”Don’t worry.”

Mr. Luo Su smiled happily, exhaling a wisp of blue smoke: ”It might be hard to say for others, but for Huai Shi, it’s probably just a bit troublesome, without any fuss!”

Indeed, the more accustomed to killing a person is, the more they prefer to resolve conflicts with killing.

If other sublimators faced this situation, whether it be the main body or the mirror image, they would likely directly and straightforwardly use this most straightforward method to solve the problem.

But this is the one thing that won’t work in front of Huai Shi!

”Believe me, though he is called the ’Sword of Disaster’, there is no one in this world who hates that title more than he does...”

Mr. Luo Su gazed at the scene in the projection, whispering softly: ”King of Tanbo, Prince of Paradise, Astronomical Association Special Military Officer, Beheading King of Jinling, Grandmaster Killer... these are all just others’ descriptions of him.

From start to finish, the only title he is willing to sincerely acknowledge and be proud of is just one—”

In that moment, in the silent chapel, everyone froze.

Raising their eyes in astonishment.

As if they were hallucinating.

An illusory melody emerged from the darkness.

At that moment, the darkness shook, a mighty concerto surged forth like a torrent, stirring all illusions, making the deathly stillness tremble.

Countless mottled colors quickly faded and contracted, dissolving into nothingness.

The heavily sealed Sacred Artifact Display Room now plunged into utter chaos, everything lost its outline, and with the changes brewing within the Mirror of Day and Night, layers of anomalies surfaced.

Everything was quickly disappearing.

In the end, only a void remained.

Similar to the essence of the Abyss.

And as the Huai Shi in the mirror lowered his eyes, the moment he lifted the bow, innumerable transformations emerged from the chaos.

As though the heavens and earth were opening up!

Accompanied by a gentle and lively melody, that void quivered, bursting forth with immeasurable brilliant colors and transformations, as if the soul moved above the Abyss, illuminating the first ray of light.

Clear air rose, turbid air descended.

Amidst the thunderous and drastic changes, bright sunlight poured from the sky, everything flourished!

Spring had arrived.

”Vivaldi, ’Four Seasons’ Concerto?”

When countless cello melodies, whether deep or high-pitched, bright or melancholy, overlapped, they formed a mighty tide, spreading and covering everything.

Countless mirrors emerged from the void, reflecting one composed, lowered gaze after another, along with the gentle contours of the instruments they held.

Perform!

The solemn performance that orchestrates the rotation of the four seasons, the birth and death of all things, and their rise and fall, had begun!

At this moment, whether it was kindness, evil, indolence, or fanaticism, all the mirror images were just like Huai Shi, immersed in this flowing melody.

This was precisely the point in which Mr. Luo Su had confidence in Huai Shi.

Even, to avoid forming negative interference, deliberately kept it from him.

If it were something unrelated to Huai Shi’s essence, then even if eradicated, it would not matter.

But if it truly came from a part of Huai Shi, then no other situation would arise!

—If deciding who would become Huai Shi, what other showdown could be more suitable than this?

”Look, the musician’s exclusive performance has begun!”

Mr. Luo Su laughed heartily, observing the illusions in the mirror with great satisfaction.

Enjoy the performance, Huai Shi.

For this beautiful experience of a concerto with countless selves can only be had at this moment!

This is a surprise specially prepared for you by the teacher...