Doomsday Wonderland

Panda Novel

When Lin Sanjiu was running away from the Veda’s pursuit in the Data Stream Library, the grand prize had asked her this question: why didn’t you use the choker to imitate the Veda’s code writing ability?

Soulsqn clearly remembered this as well. She was suddenly filled with overwhelming euphoria that she kept flopping around in the water. Even from far away, Lin Sanjiu could sense her excitement. “Hold on, hold on… It’s coming back to my mind. Let me think about how to phrase my sentences. Was it something about the Veda?”

Despite their crucial situation, the Queen of the Souls was uncompromising when it came to choosing the right words to speak.

Lin Sanjiu was torn with so much anxiety that her eyes burned. She yelled nonstop at the top of her lungs, “Quick! Say it!” as foam kept bubbling at the corner of her lips. She paddled with all her might, trying to put as much distance from the highest god as possible. Just when she stopped and turned around to check on the highest god, she saw that he was gone.

Unbeknownst to Lin Sanjiu, the handsome young deity in a birthday suit stood in front of Soulsqn. One of his hands hovered right above the flesh worm’s face as he giggled. “What is the thing you want to say?”

It wouldn’t be too far-fetched to say that Lin Sanjiu almost passed out from the scene. There was a moment that she hoped the highest god would just get rid of the flesh worm for her. She swore that she would not stop him.

“Mmm…” It was as if something invisible had stomped on her layers of mandibles; although the highest god did not make any physical contact with her, she could not utter a syllable. All she could manage were short bursts of sharp whimpers that sounded like the grating noise of tire rubbing against the ground.

It seemed that the queen finally realized the gravity of the situation. Her crimson red fleshy body turned pale as she was reaped by anger and anxiety. Suddenly, she extended a tendril from her body and stretched it in Lin Sanjiu’s direction. However, before she could do anything with that tendril, the highest god blew it up with his “finger gun”, causing a huge amount of broken white tendrils and mucus to plop into the sea.

At the same time, Soulsqn let out a pained growl.

“So useless! I should have killed you when I had the chance!” Lin Sanjiu snarled in a low voice. She was so consumed by rage that she could no longer feel the coldness that seeped into her body through her skin from the seawater. She was lost, and of all of her Special Items and Evolving Abilities, only [Mosaic Censorship] could stand a chance against the highest god. However, her body reacted faster than her mind. The moment she thought of that, she was already on her way to attack the highest god.

Although Lin Sanjiu knew that it would be fruitless, she still could not help but yell, “Let her go!”

“So you know about the Veda.” The highest god paid the incoming woman no mind. His face contorted in disgust as he gazed at the flesh worm. “But too bad, I just need to analyze Lin Sanjiu’s brain once more. You are not needed here.”

‘He wants to analyze me again? But why?’

Stunned, Lin Sanjiu gave a slight start and almost choked on the water that hopped into her mouth. She instinctively looked around and saw the light. Those fake Lin Sanjius were dead.

The highest god even mentioned that he was too lazy to go through her memories, so it was without question that he would not go so far as to extract her memory and keep it for future reference. Since all the leechers were dead, if the highest god wanted to look into her memories, Lin Sanjiu was the only one left who he could refer to.

In other words, the highest god could not kill her. Perhaps those “scissors” could do nothing but merely injure her?

Soulsqn’s shout jarred her out of her trance. Gesturing with her hands, Lin Sanjiu sent the last bit of her Higher Consciousness forward. Mrs. Manas yelled angrily in her mind, but Lin Sanjiu paid her no heed. She was fully aware of why Mrs. Manas was so pissed off with her action. After all, the Higher Consciousness was similar to money—having a capital of ten thousand dollars to kick off your business was very different from starting from scratch.

The highest god stood as still as a ramrod, allowing the gush of Higher Consciousness to hit from behind him. However, just as a smile crawled upon the corner of Lin Sanjiu’s lips, she saw something, and her eyes widened, the pupils dilating. As if the skin on the highest god’s back had its own will, it shook off the Higher Consciousness like an arctic wolf getting rid of the snow that accumulated on its back.

In the end, her last-ditch effort could do nothing but earn Soulsqn a few brief seconds of life.

“You’re all like flies that keep flying around me, and it’s so annoying,” the highest god said, half turning his face. Although he did not face Lin Sanjiu directly, the cold stare he threw at her still froze her to her core.

All of a sudden, Lin Sanjiu placed her palms on her cheeks. Her voice faltered. “Let them go!” She repeated, rattling her teeth, “Let them go! If you kill them, I will activate my ability and blow myself up! Don’t you want my memory? If I’m dead, you won’t be able to get it anymore!”

It was beyond Lin Sanjiu’s dream that she would one day utilize her [Mosaic Censorship] on herself to threaten her opponent. When she first saw the description of this ability, which warned her not to act cute and hold her face in her hands, she thought it was a joke.

Right now, she had put all bets on the highest god, and she had no idea whether it was a wise move or not. After all, in the circumstance where she had zero knowledge about the relationship between the highest god and the Veda, what if her memory was not that important to the highest god at all?

Slowly, ever so slowly, the highest god spun his body around.

His hand remained hovering above Soulsqn.

He did not look at Lin Sanjiu but spun his eyes in another direction instead. Lin Sanjiu’s heart was in her throat. It was only at this moment that she found that she had forgotten something very crucial. Aside from her, Puppeteer knew about the Veda as well. If it weren’t because of her and the flesh worm, she was confident that Puppeteer would be the highest god’s first target.

Clutched by a paroxysm of fear, she quickly jerked her head to the direction, and she was relieved by the scene that met her eyes. Puppeteer had been carried away by the current. Right now, he was bobbing up and down beside a huge piece of rubble that seemed like a building that had been swept by the tsunami from the land.

She believed that even if it were the highest god, there was no way he could reach Puppeteer in the blink of an eye.

It occurred to Lin Sanjiu that the young deity had thought of that as well. He then turned his head to look at Lin Sanjiu as if he was pondering what kind of trick she would show him to stop him from getting closer to Puppeteer. The two seconds felt as long as two hours, and large beads of cold sweat began to fill Lin Sanjiu’s forehead.

Then, from the distance came the sound of water splashing, the noise a thunderclap that made all of them jump. They all wheeled their heads in unison and looked over to the source of the sound. There, they saw a white figure as huge as a hill appearing from behind the piece of rubble.

Lin Sanjiu’s eyes widened.

Initially, she thought her eyes were playing a trick on her, but then when she saw the familiar tall, massive Caucasian body, her mind told her that she wasn’t wrong.

Slowly but steadily, the puffy corpse floated to Puppeteer’s side. Sitting on top of the body’s belly was another white fatty, who was one size smaller and had the same appearance as the corpse. He held a cane that he used to propel himself forward. When he reached Puppeteer’s side, he stopped.

He had seen Puppeteer once before, but it was difficult for him to relate that fear-mongering Puppeteer to this man who was barely breathing.

“Hmm? He’s still breathing?” The wind carried the white fatty’s voice into Lin Sanjiu’s ears. “He seems familiar…”

Just as he stretched his arm forward to reach for the man, he suddenly realized something. He raised his head and met gazes with three pairs of eyes.

“Hey, aren’t you…” The white fatty stood up. “Lin Sanjiu?”