Chapter 61: Debut Night – 2

[I have lost 1 N of investment.]
In the room upstairs, a man sitting on the sofa suddenly changed his expression and jumped up.
As the red triangle on his chest just expanded outward, a huge mental pressure struck him, making him involuntarily tremble.
{Little Sun, is something the matter?}
“Ma Chao, can you…”
The man who had borrowed the name of “Water Margin” character Sun Xin broke out in a fine sweat on his forehead and a great sense of panic surged…
Out here on this high building encountered… that kind of mental attack?
{We’ve just tallied the crisscross factor quotas in this area. What, you’re already done over there?}
“No, it’s a mental attack!”
Those across the Mental Link hear this and look at them seriously.
“Ah!”
With a scream, Xiao Xun, who was facing away from the door, falls onto his chair in terror, staring paralyzed and panicked at the strange, ethereal white creature appearing before him.
“A nightmare, an evil nightmare! How could such a nightmare come into being!”
A beam of light refracts upward.
[Yang Zicang wants to make an active investment in me.]
It’s Yang Zicang! Realizing this, Xiao Xun trembles, his face turning pale with fear.
[Who hired you to assassinate me?]
The White Shadow Thought-Dragon leans its head forward, its huge, translucent eyes right before Xiao Xun’s nose.
From within the creature’s jewel-like, oval pupils, Xiao Xun clearly sees a spreading “ancient flame.” It feels like a chaotic, primordial vortex, about to draw his consciousness in and merge it into its own essence.
“It’s… Ma Chao.”
Bang! Two figures inside the room crash through the glass window and leap down from the high building.
[How much Time Order do you have?]
At the mention of the invaluable Time Order, Xiao Xun snaps awake.
“Yang Zicang is coming for the kill!”
A red phantom quickly appears in his hand, swinging it towards the head of the monstrous creature, which stands half as tall as a human.
This phantom twists like a serpent, sweeping past him; it raises its head and bites down. Xiao Xun only feels his surroundings become dreamlike and surreal, yet the mental torment and twisting pain are so utterly real.
[How can this be? I had so much Time Order…]
Xiao Xun’s mind held only this one obsession, and his movements gradually weakened.
[You do not defend your thoughts—no one can defend their thoughts.]
On the sixth floor, Yang Zicang felt the images in the Mental Link rapidly blur.
[I obtained 6741.5N!]
He shot a broken line toward Liang Xi, instantly transferring away over six thousand years’ worth of Sequence through investment. Then he cut off the connection and re-linked with Mori.
……
Two figures fell from a height!
In the tense gaze of the person beside him, a golden light flashed on Yang Zicang’s chest.
[I, the Great Quadrilateral, amplify all Sequence fourfold!]
With a flick of his fingers, two red pebbles shot out with a whoosh. The about-to-land duo panicked, realizing that their bodies had suddenly turned, rushing back into the building!
“Ah!”
“No!”
As they drifted downward, they came into contact with the two red flashes, respectively.
[I invested the obtained 4371.10N for Mori.]
{Pfft, Boss Zicang!}
In the fleeting Mental Link image, upon having just arrived at the bar downstairs, Mori spat out a mouthful of beer.
That guy had only just finished asking him not long ago, and yet so much Sequence had already rolled in!
……
Bangs! The two bodies blossomed and spread like angry flowers, then withered like fading fireworks.
Those above who had been about to jump saw this scene and dared take no further risks. The effects of Yang Zicang’s model capabilities flickered through their minds.
—Yang Zicang, Quadrilateral model, Ability One: Acceleration, trajectory control, range about 20 meters; Ability Two: Wind shield.
“We can’t jump—he’s lying in wait for us down there!”
The people in the room stared in horror at the White Shadow Thought-Dragon; now they had to add a “Ability Three” to their list.
The White Shadow Thought-Dragon swept its form across the room.
Those attempting to rush out were instantly covered in phantom images resembling themselves—images that the White Shadow Thought-Dragon bit into, tore apart, and devoured.
……
Ma Chao’s solemn voice echoed in Sun Xin’s mind.
{That thing should be an evil nightmare coexisting symbiotically with humans. It’s a form of true manifestation—psychic attack!}
Ma Chao, still far away, now knew how his platform had been uprooted.
This was actually an evil nightmare that fed on psychic entities!
It must have discovered my psychic platform and devoured it. No wonder my mental strength was damaged. It seems Yang Zicang has encountered someone formidable.
“I’ve never heard of this kind of ability in the Monster Hunter Alliance camp. Is the owner of this psychic nightmare also a newcomer?”
Inside the A-level interlocking zone, Ma Chao calculated: if this continued, the Monster Hunter Alliance, currently suppressed, would soon catch up to their side.
“Brother Chao, can you… come over?”
The man christened Sun Xin by the Courage Squad, barely managed to amplify the time sequence into his hand via brute force.
{We’re also at a crucial moment here.}
Through Sun Xin’s Mental Link, he sensed that Ma Chao was entering a vast interlocking zone that had appeared during the second scene, filled with terrifying monsters.
{How many time sequences do you have?} Ma Chao asked.
“A little over two thousand one hundred years.”
[Ma Chao wants to make an active investment for me.]
[Zhao Yun wants to make an active investment for me.]
[Zhou Yu…]
[Cao Pino wants to make an active investment for me…]
[Little Red Riding Hood wants to…]
In less than a second, a flood of investment requests appeared.
[Accept all!]
[I received a total investment of 7899 N.]
Sun Xin, who had never experienced this before, was suddenly filled with boldness.
The mental pressure of the Silent Night was somewhat offset by his rising excitement. At this moment, a shimmering golden-red phantom flame emanated from him, making him stand like a red reef defying the storm in the room.
The model flickered, and Sun Xin took a step forward!
Behind him, he left a violently fluctuating air outline similar to himself, like a human-shaped coffin opened. Peering through the gap, it seemed as if something was locked inside.
Suddenly, a bound human figure bulged within the gap, letting out a sharp screech from beneath its bandaged mouth!
“Ahhh~”
The piercing sound was like the shrill grating of glass. The few people in the room, already affected by the mental pressure, immediately felt a stabbing pain as if their heads were about to split.
The White Shadow Thought-Dragon turned its head and swept its gaze over.
The sound waves rippled and expanded. At first, it was just a sharp scream, but when the waves spread over most of the room, the house seemed to resonate, shaking with a booming rumble.
Snap! Crash!
Items in the room—glass bottles, the glass tabletop, ceramic cups, and more—instantly shattered.
Several disheveled people on the ground writhed in pain, clutching their ears, with blood trickling from one person’s nostrils.
……
Faint ripples began to emanate from White Shadow Thought-Dragon’s body.
Someone nearby shouted, “Sun Xin’s attack can affect it. Come on, brothers, let’s work together to create an opportunity for Brother Sun!”
Seeing that the first sonic wave could produce a slight resonance with this psychic-state nightmare, Sun Xin was greatly encouraged.
“Triple boost, please!”
Whoosh. The red triangle rotated, and from the dark red mist, crimson ripples spread out like a speaker, striking White Shadow Thought-Dragon.
A dense series of faint counteractive feedback came through.
[We countered 1 N.]
[… 3 N.]
[… 7 Y.]
“Can it only produce this much effect…” Sun Xin tensed the muscles in his legs and rolled to the side, as White Shadow Thought-Dragon’s figure brushed past him.
The massive white tail struck the upright, seal-like air coffin, but both only caused slight ripples.
{Its body belongs to the level of “will.” Your sonic wave is already the maximum sequential offset you can achieve against it.}
Rolling on the ground, Sun Xin suddenly felt as if he were falling into an abyss.
Even the floor beneath him seemed to reject him; he felt a panicked sense of disorientation. Every breath of air burdened him with immense psychological weight.
YangZicang’s Silent Night had already taken effect on Sun Xin, whose nerves were strained taut.
“Go!”
The three nearby individuals seized this brief opportunity to charge at the semi-illusory nightmare-like entity with their infused models, some white, some red.
However, the moment their hands were about to strike their target, the White Shadow Thought-Dragon’s body sank through the floor and vanished. When it reappeared, its massive head had already bitten down, tearing out one person’s psychic construct.
“Help me, someone save me!”
Many people ran toward the main entrance, trying to escape.
“Ma Chao, please… that’s psychic power. Only you can handle it now.”
Sun Xin flipped over the sofa and hid behind its back as he spoke.
{I’ll send you a set of A-level module equipment via the train to help you last longer.}
[This is a psychic construct nightmare. The equipment…is it the association president’s gear?]
Ma Chao’s calm voice continued to sound:
{I think in this entire city, only the association president’s modules can reduce psychic attacks, right? If your temporal sequence is being consumed, remember to tell us, and we’ll replenish it immediately.}
The White Shadow Thought-Dragon was still tearing into others. Sun Xin was plunged into immense mental fear, yet deep inside, a surge of excitement rekindled.
[I currently hold a total temporal sequence of 9999N!]
It turned out that the association president had given him this precious equipment to defend against psychic energy!
[Thank you, President. I’ll do my best. As for the temporal sequence, it should be enough to take it down!]
{Excellent. Make sure to keep Yang Zicang pinned down. I’ll come over later to crush him with my own hands.}