redvbooks Chapter 25 Global Horror! But God just wants to enjoy the show.
Chapter 25 Global Horror! But God just wants to enjoy the show.
Lin Fan's figure disappeared into the darkness.
But that darkness seemed to have become the center of the entire world.
The "Dragon's Nest" stadium was deathly silent.
A few minutes felt like an eternity.
The air was still; even a heartbeat became a noise.
Everyone looked like a puppet whose soul had been ripped out, staring blankly at the center of the arena.
On one side was the terrifying crater, a symbol of extreme violence, created by Gregory's smashing.
On the other side, the "butcher" who once represented slaughter and death was now kneeling in the most humble posture, his forehead pressed against the edge of the pit, unable to rise.
The end of destruction.
A new beginning.
The devil's confession.
The silhouette of a deity.
Two completely opposing images converge in the same time and space, forming a picture that is enough to make any solid worldview collapse and shatter.
"Am I...dreaming?"
After a long while, a person in the audience finally let out a groan as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
No one could answer him.
Because everyone's brain is blank and unable to process the information they just received.
A bloody life-or-death battle turned into an incomprehensible miracle of creation.
A humanoid monster hailed as a "perfect killing machine" was first dismantled into a cripple who could barely breathe.
Then, in the golden light, he was reshaped into a... healthy person.
The most outrageous thing is that the loser, the butcher who was stripped of all his power, had no resentment, no hatred.
Instead, they offered the victor the oldest and greatest tribute, thanking him for the "gift of new life."
This is no longer martial arts, no longer combat, and not even any kind of power known to humankind.
"God...that was a miracle..."
A cardinal in the Vatican, the cross on his chest slipped off and hit his foot without him noticing. He just stared blankly in the direction where Lin Fan had disappeared, his lips moving but unable to utter a complete prayer.
"Record it! Save every single frame! Using our highest-level servers! No! Connect to the national supercomputer! This... holds the key to rewriting life sciences!"
A high-ranking American military officer roared hoarsely into a satellite phone, veins bulging on his neck.
Those foreign spectators who had been mocking Chinese Kung Fu before the match now felt a burning pain on their faces, and cold sweat of fear seeped from every pore.
What kind of existence were they mocking before?
Backstage lounge.
Li Zhenguo stared intently at the screen, feeling as if his heart was about to leap out of his throat.
He had considered the possibility that Lin Fan would win.
But he never dreamed that Lin Fan would use this method to declare his victory!
This is not a victory.
This is divine punishment, a blessing, a higher-dimensional being's exposition of the Dao upon a lower-dimensional being!
He showed the world that the ultimate goal of Chinese heritage is not to kill more efficiently.
Rather, it's for a deeper understanding...of life!
"Our China...should prosper...should prosper greatly!"
Li Zhenguo, this iron-willed old man, was now somewhat unsteady on his feet, and tears welled up in his eyes.
He knew that from this moment on, the world's landscape of extraordinary powers would be completely rewritten.
Because China is no longer relying on the legacy of its ancestors to barely survive.
They now have a true pillar of stability.
A single needle, powerful enough to suppress an entire era!
Fang Qingxue stood at the end of the passage, leaning against the cold wall, barely managing to support her limp body.
Her heart was in turmoil more than anyone else's in the stadium.
Because only she could vaguely touch upon a corner of that truth.
That golden light, that ability to alter reality as if words were law...
It reminded her of the ancient books in the family's forbidden area, which had long been regarded as myths and legends.
Records about "immortals".
Could it be... that the gentleman really...
Fang Qingxue dared not think any further; it was too shocking.
She was only grateful for her seemingly absurd decision—to stay and become a gardener for her husband.
This was the most correct choice she, and indeed the entire Fang family, had made in the past century.
……
After a period of eerie collective silence, the global online world seemed to have been struck by a supernova, instantly exploding.
"Can anyone tell me that the live stream just now wasn't CG effects?! Can anyone?!"
"I swear it's true! My friend was there, and he just messaged me with just two words: 'See God!'"
"Butcher? Don't insult God! That's clearly a little devil waiting to be purified before the divine healer!"
"I declare that from this day forward, Lin Fan is my one and only god! Does anyone have his contact information? I'm willing to donate half of my fortune, just so he can help me cure my kidney deficiency!"
"Get out of here! How dare you tarnish a divine healer with money? I'm willing to follow this divine healer and learn the true essence of Chinese medicine; I'll serve him tea and water if I have to!"
"Chinese Kung Fu? No, from now on, please call it Chinese Immortal Arts!"
The phrase "Master of the Courtyard" rose to the top of all global search engine rankings at an unprecedented and terrifying speed, within just half an hour.
And at the heart of this storm.
Lin Fan himself had already taken the still somewhat absent-minded Fang Qingxue back to his quiet courtyard house.
He casually took off his coat.
I changed into comfortable shorts and flip-flops.
Then, with a "plop," he sank into the newly bought, oversized sofa.
I picked up the remote control and pressed the switch.
"I'm exhausted, but it's finally over."
He yawned widely, looking utterly dejected.
"It's as noisy outside as a vegetable market; it's much more comfortable at home."
Fang Qingxue stood aside, looking at Lin Fan's lazy demeanor, as if he had just gone out to throw out the trash, and for a moment, she didn't know how to react.
Sir, do you know what a big thing you just did outside?
Do you know how many heads of state around the world are losing sleep over you, and how many wealthy and powerful families are trembling with madness because of you?
"What are you standing there for?"
Lin Fan glanced at her and pointed towards the kitchen.
"Pour me a glass of water, I'm dying of thirst."
"Oh, by the way, check if there's any watermelon left in the fridge. It's so hot outside, watching TV for a while needs to be accompanied by an ice-cold watermelon to make life feel right."
Fang Qingxue: "...Yes, sir."
She took a deep breath, suppressed all the turmoil in her heart, and resignedly walked towards the kitchen.
Perhaps, this is the true "god".
In his eyes, stirring up world events might not be as important as whether the watermelon is sweet tonight.