Volume 8: The Fourth Impact Chapter 85 I'm waiting for my teammates. What are you waiting for? Love?
The talks or negotiations broke down.
Because the other party made a request that Mason could never agree to. This bastard, who was created by the source of darkness or some damn cosmic will, wanted to take away Mason's life.
No normal person would accept such an unreasonable request.
As we all know, after the breakdown of negotiations, it is time to attack.
So Mason pulled out his pistol and fired the empty magazine forward. This Void Mason was quite reasonable. He did not deliberately suppress Mason's strength, but kept the main body in full condition.
This guy, who was born from Mason's wisdom, probably guessed that the negotiations would end in failure, and he was prepared to use violence to persuade the other party.
Facing the flying bullet, Xuwu sneered and did not dodge at all, but let it pierce through his body. Amid the splashing water, he reached out his hand and lightly caught the last bullet.
At this moment, the gloomy body that was originally transformed from water has turned into translucent organic ice in the splashing of cold air, just like the form after being given energy by Hei Qiyi when fighting with Madeline in the Lord's World.
Omega-level ability control!
And the way he dodged bullets and caught them with his hands was undoubtedly due to the strengthening of the nervous system by the Isu bloodline and the precise control of time by the Isu senses.
"You guessed it, didn't you?"
Void Mason tossed the bullet in his hand, which had not deformed at all, up and down, and then formed a rising magic fire between his cold fingers. With extremely precise flame manipulation, he melted the small piece of metal into a miniature bust of Mason and threw it to the captain.
He said:
"I have all your abilities and have manipulated them to the limit within your cognitive range. I am an enhanced version of you. I know your thoughts, understand your tactics, and have inherited your thinking.
You can think of me as your future self...
Give up, you have no chance of winning."
"If I were like you in the future, I would just commit suicide right on the spot. You're just a fake, and you dare to talk nonsense in front of me?"
Mason scolded unceremoniously:
"Besides, are you proud of replicating all my abilities? If you really understand my thinking, you should know that this is not something to be happy about.
Possessing all my abilities means you also possess all my weaknesses..."
The red alchemy array in his left hand flickered, and a magazine filled with leech disruptor bullets was pushed into the gun chamber, its outer shell emitting a sacred silver-white color.
It was not solid metal, but a special ceramic structure made by the inscriber to imitate the paving bricks of heaven.
The combination of these two things can perfectly restrain the devil's fire and mutant powers.
Mason was not afraid of the Nothingness Mason in front of him, because he had absolute confidence that this arrogant dark idiot in front of him could not imitate his most basic ability.
That is, your own golden finger...
Even with Mason's current level of understanding and attainments in manufacturing techniques, he still couldn't figure out how this golden finger worked.
How can you expect a poor imitator to understand something more deeply if you yourself don't understand it?
“Nice try.”
Void Mason shrugged.
He looked at the captain who was rushing towards him, and when his ten fingers were clasped together, a cold air that could freeze everything rose. The special bullet shot by Mason hit the organic ice and sparks flew. Unable to break through the defense, he tried to convert to water, but was easily frozen by the virtual Mason again.
As the claws turned into icy spikes and pierced his heart, Mason was lifted high in front of Void as blood gushed out of him.
The latter stared at his subject with his dark eyes under purple sunglasses and said:
"I can kill you countless times here! Not just to defeat you, but maybe also for entertainment.
Of course , in order to ensure that the pain on the spiritual level does not spread to the material world and destroy my God-given body, I agreed when I created this spiritual world that none of us will die here.
Yet death and suffering never conflict.
You may think you are fearless, but when death is stretched to a length that is enough to defeat everything, I don't think you have any chance of winning.
You always boast of your strong will, so let's see how many kills it will take for you to admit defeat.
Mason Cooper, you glorious loser!"
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"The good news is that the heart rate has stabilized, vital signs have also stabilized, and the subject is out of danger..."
Paramedic Mason breathed a sigh of relief, and the other clones dressed in different clothes surrounding the main body also breathed a sigh of relief. The shadow of death was moving away from them.
However, the alchemist, who was usually the closest to the emergency technician and therefore well aware of this guy's bad taste, asked with a dull face:
"What about the bad news?"
"The bad news is he's being replaced by nothingness."
The paramedic took off his mask, shrugged, and said to the other clones:
"The dark power overflowing from his mind is taking over his brain and body. Even the Great Dispelling Array and the infusion of purification potions are useless.
This thing does not enter from the outside, it is equivalent to the self-iteration of a data body. Even his immune system does not regard it as a threat, so it cannot be stopped!
It’s impossible to stop it.”
The clones looked at each other, and finally Mason, the collector who usually had the least presence and was dressed in hunter clothes, raised his hand on behalf of the others and asked:
"What about us? If the void replaces the subject, what will happen to us? Will he choose to keep us?"
"Hmm... this question..."
The paramedic tilted his head and thought for a moment, then pulled Zhang Parker, who was sorting out data, over and asked directly:
"Mr. Zhang, you look the most like a normal person among all the people here, so let us ask you a question. If you had the same ability to clone yourself as Mason, would you allow another version of you with full intelligence to roam freely and unrestrained?"
“Are you kidding me?”
Mr. Zhang replied with an unhappy and cynical look on his face:
"Do you think I'm having too much fun so I want to make myself stronger? Even if I only have one fully intelligent clone, I'll lock him up to prevent him from running away and causing trouble.
Not to mention that you have so many weird quirks, I totally can't understand why Mason wants to keep you... I just can't imagine his mental state every day.
Maybe he has gone crazy?
Well, maybe he's already gone mad, otherwise it wouldn't explain why he and Harley get along so well."
"See, this is how ordinary people treat us annoying guys."
The first aid technician spread his hands and said to the other clones:
"So once the subject is swallowed by the void and the personality is replaced, the first thing it will do is to kill us all.
The dark will does not have a manufacturing system, so there is no need for it to keep us as laborers to improve our proficiency in various skills, and it will not tolerate our various willful little requests.
So to sum up, I think we should not expect everyone’s life to be better after the main body is replaced.
How about leaving a few suicide notes for each other now?"
“Are you kidding me ?”
Engineer Mason swung his engineering wrench and roared:
"So what you mean is that we can't do anything now and can only leave our chance of survival to that loser, Jutsu? Wow, isn't that too irresponsible?
You have to hold your own life in your own hands."
"Waiting means death, resisting also means death. Since we're all going to die anyway, why not... give it a try?"
The jeweler who was cutting the Mind Gem turned around and said to the others:
“Actually, although we usually complain about him being a bad person, if you think about it carefully, apart from madly exploiting our labor, he treats us quite well.
I don't know if he told you or not, but in fact, he has commissioned me to make a water element core for us that can last for a long time.
He also promised me that he would separate us from the main body after this was done.
It was a true separation, except that everyone was still connected to the main body, they were basically independent individuals. He planned to treat this as a surprise..."
"more than!"
Alchemist Mason took off his pointed hat and held it in his hand. He hesitated for a moment, smoothed his hair which was obviously thinner than that of his other clones, and whispered:
"I secretly flipped through his diary while I was examining the main body. He also had a 'disbandment plan for the manufacturing group', which meant that as long as the skills that each of us was responsible for reached the maximum level of Lv12, we could leave the Mason Manufacturing Group and go out to explore the world on our own.
He wasn't kidding, because he had already been working on this plan when the engineers got the skill to level 10."
"Isn't this just empty talk?"
Mason, the gloomy engineer, waved his wrench and shouted:
"Others may not know, but how could I not know? It's a long way to reach Lv12. After Lv10, you won't gain proficiency by making ordinary things, unless you delve into rule-level things.
For example, only by studying the law of causality, digital rate, and multi-dimensional space system knowledge can we push forward the long progress bar. "
"But a promise is better than no promise, right?"
Forger Mason stroked his chin and said:
"I actually think it's good to have a main body as a backing. Apart from anything else, if we accidentally get into trouble when we go out to explore the world, we can still ask the main body to clean up our mess..."
"It's no use thinking so much now!"
The tailor waved the two X-metal-polished needles in his hands, poking them in the air like a certain Dongfang Bubai, and he shouted:
"Don't dream of a better life in the future. If the main body dies, we will all die!
Guys, grab your weapons and get ready to help in the fight! We are all the personality and emotions separated from the subject, and in theory we can return to his mind.
Perhaps when he created the Mason Manufacturing Group, he was preparing for this situation, just like Batman has an "anti-self" strategy.
Given the subject's character, it is impossible not to think of this, so now is the time for us to play a role."
"The disposable mind gem is almost ready."
The jeweler wiped the sweat from his forehead and said:
"This thing can transform us back into personalities and return us to the main body. You should all prepare it quickly... Well, actually, there is no need to prepare. Conceptual bodies in the spiritual world cannot bring things from the material world into the spiritual world.
So you don’t need to bring anything, just your brain and knowledge.”
“But what if the subject cheats?”
The inscription master, who had been silent the whole time, swung the carving knife in his hand and said:
"What if he doesn't plan to release us after this is over? Aren't we just walking into a trap?"
"Look at you saying that! Have you become stupid because of carving stones every day?"
Enchanter Mason was dismissive of the concerns of the Inscriptionist. He stretched out his voice and said:
"Without us, does the main body have to allocate time every day to practice so many branch skills? Now all skills have generally reached Lv8 and have entered the deep waters of manufacturing upgrades.
Any little progress requires ten or a hundred times more energy and work.
The main body has only 24 hours a day and three hours have to be allocated to Harley and Quinn. In the future, after Ciri is captured, there will be two more hours of leisure time for companionship, right?
Where does he get so much energy to advance so many projects at the same time?
Therefore, unless he wants to give up his ideal of becoming a craftsman, our existence is necessary. The job is here, and it is a stable job!
Instead of worrying about losing your job, worry about how to solve the technical problem that is bothering you now. The subject is a good person, just know that.
He won’t abandon us.”
“Great!”
The other clones all applauded and praised the Enchanter for his wonderful speech. It turned out that he was very insightful. The Enchanter nodded frequently amid the applause, looking like he had hidden his merits and fame.
People who master core skills are so arrogant!
Whenever the boss dares to say such shameless nonsense as "There are plenty of people who will do it if you don't do it", the real talents will quit on the spot. Irreplaceability and scarcity have always been more effective than all the unspoken rules in the workplace, and are the rules of survival that apply no matter what era.
"What are you doing?"
Amidst the applause, the expressionless Hei Qiyi quietly arrived.
He looked at a group of clones surrounding the unconscious Mason and clapping wildly, just like a cult scene, and his eyes narrowed into a hostile expression.
Is this the clones' early celebration of the end of Mason's evil enslavement of them?
Is it such a dog thing?
The man isn't dead yet, and you're already celebrating. If he were really dead, wouldn't you have a blast and have black people carry the coffin on the scene?
"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding, boss."
Seeing that Hei Qiyi was about to roll up his sleeves to help Mason clean up the mess, the alchemist hurried forward to explain their plan, which left Hei Qiyi stunned.
Can the magic of clone be operated like this?
But after personally checking Mason's current condition, even though Hei Qiyi was knowledgeable and experienced, he couldn't come up with a better solution for the time being. As the paramedic said, this was an infection of darkness from the inside out, and it was not the interference of external forces. Apart from forcibly re-cultivating him, there was nothing he could do to help.
"Then let's get started!"
Hei Qiyi took the disposable mind gem polished by the jeweler, admired it for a moment, and then said to his clones:
"I will use this thing to send all of you into Mason's spiritual world at once... Uh, this thing is of good quality. Make me a set when you come back. I will need it."
"Oh, okay, big guy."
The jeweler nodded and agreed.
Hey, isn’t business here?
As for the remuneration, he didn't mention it at all. Could a person like Hei Qiyi not pay the craftsmen less? No way! Although Hei Qiyi was powerful, he still had to save face.
"Get ready, it's about to begin!"
The boss began to cast a spell, and the clones stood together, holding hands, forming a circle around the main body.
The moment they were enveloped by the energy burst of the disposable mind gem, water splashed and the clones collapsed. As the water flowed back into Mason's body, the clones disappeared one after another.
At the same time, in the spiritual world.
Mason, who had been slaughtered by the Void for countless times, was still fighting back, but he was at his wit's end. While panting, he looked at the Void in front of him with a triumphant smile on his face and asked:
"How strong are you, anyway?"
"Hmm... I guess it's more than ten times yours."
Void Mason sneered and said:
"It's a constant ten times. No matter how strong you are, I will only be stronger than you! This may be the fatal weakness brought about by your constant neglect of the growth of strength.
If you don't respect power, power will punish you!"
"Ahem, let me make it clear that I don't disrespect power..."
Mason, who was knocked down again, stood up with difficulty. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said:
"I'm just afraid that I won't be able to withstand the temptation of power and become a scum like you... Fuck! Why did you guys come just now? I've been waiting for you until the flowers are almost withered!
This guy just tortured and killed me dozens of times, it was really terrible!"
"Why are you shouting? It's good enough that you can come. This is a life-threatening thing... Holy shit! What the hell is that thing in front of you? Did you create a new clone behind our backs?
Hey, you should at least inform me in advance about this kind of thing, right? "
Amid the engineer's unhappy response, the nine avatars of Alchemist, First Aid Technician, Enchanter, Blacksmith, Inscriber, Tailor, Jeweler, and Collector all jumped behind Mason.
They were dressed differently and held their own "strange weapons".
Although they have the same faces, their personalities, temperaments and even clothing are completely different. They look like a postmodern impressionist crazy boy group that was casually put together, or like a collection of fine funny people that Mason spent a long, long time to accumulate.
"You said you are ten times stronger than me?"
The main character Mason stood up straight, replaced the magazine in his gun, and surrounded by his brothers who shared the same hatred for the enemy, he stretched out his hand and rubbed out a ball of dancing fire, which suddenly appeared on Mason's shoulder and turned into the figure of Fox, the wild phoenix, who had been waiting impatiently before being summoned.
He said to the Void Mason:
"Isn't this just perfect? There are exactly ten of us, and if you count Fox and the Black Death Sword... Tsk, man, if you know what's good for you, you should admit defeat now."
