Chapter 862: Chapter 826: Collapsing the Mary Sue
After Gu Mian’s transformation, Teacher Slaughter’s previous arrogance vanished completely.
He took a few steps back, tripped over the body beneath his feet, and landed on the ground.
The Upper Class People shouldn’t have shown panic and fear in front of lower-class people, yet facing this lower-class person, Teacher Slaughter instinctively felt terror.
At their first meeting, the opponent wrecked the forbidden zone, threatening his job security, forcing him to search for another opportunity to rise.
During their second meeting, the opponent kidnapped him and blew up almost all the Circus’s audience.
If possible, Teacher Slaughter hoped he’d never meet him a third time.
Unfortunately, the third meeting had just arrived.
This time the scene was even more chaotic.
Teacher Slaughter looked around.
The Replay Device darted chaotically overhead without distinguishing friend from foe, blood-stained people fell onto the stage wailing continuously, and the audience below kept scrambling to climb up, trying to reach and fight to the death with this lower-class person wielding a saw.
Several had already climbed up, but once they got up, they froze in place, blinded by the sight of bodies everywhere.
"What’s happening? Why is everyone down except the host?"
"There are two more lower-class people over there we’ve never seen before; they’re not among the contestants."
In this brief moment, more Upper Class People climbed up, but after coming up, they were stunned just like those before, staring at the people lying around.
If Gu Mian cared deeply about it, this newly climbed group could be knocked down by him too. But as the saying goes, villains die from talking too much; Gu Mian is well aware of his role as a villain.
The newcomers didn’t charge at him, so Gu Mian didn’t interfere. He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a miniature doghole-like item, precisely the [108th Key from the Mysterious World (Long Aotian Edition)] given by the Evil God.
This key could return them to the real world.
However, using it required some preparation time.
Gu Mian reached into his pocket with his other hand, feeling around for something, then pulled out a piece of paper with the spell needed to use the 108th key written on it.
"What’s he doing? What’s in his hand? Why are so many people down?"
"I don’t know, but he won’t go on for much longer. Everything here is being live broadcast; the higher-ups have surely noticed the trouble here and dispatched the Order Guard."
"Don’t you think this 1118 looks different than before? And why does the more I look, the more familiar he seems?"
When Gu Mian transformed, this group was climbing up the Pyramid’s middle, not noticing what happened at the top.
Gu Mian’s image wielding the saw on stage was deeply ingrained. After these people came up and saw the white-clad, saw-holding person, they instinctively identified him as 1118; coupled with the striking sight of bodies all around, they didn’t scrutinize Gu Mian’s appearance, focusing instead on the clamoring people below.
Now the people on the ground finished observing, reacted, and began questioning.
"He’s indeed holding the saw 1118 had; his clothes are like 1118’s; the face... seems different yet unchanged. Anyway, I think he doesn’t look the same as before."
"Wait, haven’t you watched the last episode of Slaughter Game? No.9, he’s the one who wrecked a mine shaft in Slaughter Game! He buried the Order Guard chasing him in the mine shaft too!"
"I recognize him too; not only did he appear in Slaughter Game’s last episode, but also in the Circus variety show’s final episode, where he teamed up with the traitor Lu Yi to bomb the audience dead."
"I know now; he came here to rescue that traitor; we must not let him succeed!"
Gu Mian’s face stirred the painful memories of the Upper Class People.
Seeing the people’s dire state on the ground, they initially hesitated, wary of Gu Mian’s saw, and dared not approach. However, upon recognizing Gu Mian’s familiar face, the Upper Class People couldn’t contain their anger any longer, fury almost spewing from them.
"The Order Guard is here!"
Someone shouted, prompting everyone to look toward the entrance.
A squad in uniforms, armed with weapons, charged in, clearly aware of the situation and there to enforce order.
They didn’t halt after entering, directly rushing forward.
Several Replay Devices approached to capture the Order Guard in footage. 007 glanced at the fully armed Order Guard and then at the Replay Device he wielded like a brick, aware he was no match for them.
"The Order Guard is here; No.9 is doomed this time."
"We overlooked him twice before; he should be grateful to have survived this long. This lowly lower-class person dared to cause such chaos."
Seeing the Order Guard arrive, the Upper Class People regained their confidence. They puffed their chests, contempt etched on their faces, staring at Gu Mian with a look that anticipated a show.
By now, Gu Mian had scanned the paper’s "spell" several times, ensuring he wouldn’t make a mistake while reciting.
He looked at the awaiting audience, opening awkwardly, "So many people, I feel a bit embarrassed."
The Upper Class People on stage wore ghostly expressions, baffled by Gu Mian’s embarrassment.
Meanwhile, the approaching Order Guard got closer, the forefront already by the stage.
Gu Mian had once trapped a squad of Order Guard in Slaughter Game, dragging their reputation into the mud by a lower-class person.
Thus, discovering No.9’s reappearance, the nearest Order Guard squad rushed over, determined to seize Gu Mian and restore their honor.
"Capture No.9, show him our might," the leading captain said as he climbed, glancing back at his team.
When looking back, he noticed an audience member holding a small, deathlike lower-class person among the spectators, eyeing this way.
Perhaps a contestant attempted to flee amid chaos, caught by this spectator.
For some reason, that person gave him a strange feeling.
The captain didn’t dwell on it and continued climbing.
Then came the sound of Gu Mian’s voice from above.
The voice seemed like recitation or a scripted line, completely unlike his usual speaking tone.
"Well done, you’ve successfully provoked my anger, prepare for my wrath..."
At these words, the captain instinctively sensed something wrong and sped up his ascent.
Meanwhile, the voice continued.
"Haha, your era has ended..."
For some inexplicable reason, those words filled the captain with anxiety; he imagined seeing a huge storm cloud brewing lightning, or perhaps a long-dormant volcanic crater preparing to erupt.
He quickened his pace, almost flying upwards.
Finally, his head emerged at the pyramid’s top.
He initially saw the sparse audience standing before him, but they weren’t the most attention-grabbing feature.
Through gaps between the people, extending his view forward, he saw the ground piled with bodies.
A group lay groaning softly, their faces and bodies smeared with blood, some indistinguishable from their original appearance.
The mournful cries struck the captain’s eardrums, quickly drowned by another, louder voice.
The lower-class person who wrecked everything stood at the center of the fallen, holding a palm-sized, doorframe-like object and uttered the final phrase: "Next is the era belonging to me!"
