Apocalypse Forecast

This is the Border, the edge of the three major blockades, not within the Hell where He roams.

"Is that all, Dongli?"

Peron gazed indifferently at what was no longer his son: "It seems that even if you start doing bad things, it’s only to this extent."

Really, not impressive at all!

In that instant, the resonance of time shattered under the Iron Fist.

His shell crumbled, and from it, countless springs, hands, intricate gears, complex pendulums, and even hands inlaid with emeralds and jade fell from the fissures, and then quickly vanished.

The Solidifier lifted its incomplete head, wailing loudly, calling for the existence of another self, hoping to repeat the old trick, but it was already too late.

——The massive Alchemy Matrix activated in that moment, encompassing the ceiling and floor, covering all four walls, enveloping everything, then it plunged into Liu DongLi’s shell.

From that instant, the distant past was already overlaid.

The future was already gone...

The massive shell stiffened instantly, freezing, turning into darkness, dissipating, with only the tick-tock of the second hand silently echoing in the ears, swirling around Liu DongLi.

Converging in the crack in his chest.

Surgery continued.

And from within it, countless gears and springs emerged, then formed into a complex escapement mechanism, countless machines continually altering, simulating countless classic timepiece structures, finally, as the low heartbeat began to operate alongside the balance wheel hairspring, a dial formed on the surface of the heart.

Three sharp hands unfolded, advancing towards the future with the heartbeat.

Click, a soft sound.

Liu DongLi opened his eyes, seeing the no longer distant future before him.

Suddenly raising his hand, grabbing towards the lead surgeon before him, the moment his fingers closed, a sharp shard of glass appeared between his fingers, clenched tightly.

Almost touching the surgeon’s pupil, causing the calm eye to contract instantly.

"Are you alright?"

He looked at the astonished doctor, inexplicably offering concern.

The lead surgeon frowned, just about to speak, when a shattering crash was heard—the pane of glass cracked in the struggle finally couldn’t bear the strain and shattered.

In the midst of flying shards, the place where the two of them stood was untouched.

The only lethal hazard had long been removed...

Silence.

The doctor stood dumbfounded.

While Liu DongLi looked at him, waiting for his response.

"I..." He swallowed: "I’m alright."

The operation was successful.

.

.

"What does this make me? A substitute? Pava of Death?"

After donning numerous observation devices, Liu DongLi stood at the front of the shooting range, trying to move his body, yet found it almost unchanged from before.

No enhancement whatsoever, still weak to the point of tears.

Out of breath after just a few steps.

At most, he just bid farewell to the wheelchair.

Yet behind him, there was a dark projection that moved with his actions, following his changes, forming a jagged, grotesque humanoid creation.

Like a demon crafted from Hell’s essence, looking just like that ruler who was never born, dead in the womb, yet losing its terrifying eroding presence, turning into another body freely switching between Source Substance and matter.

Between the two, a thin, fragmented cord connected them, diving into Liu DongLi’s heart.

Upon receiving the notice that the test had begun, he lowered his head, picked up the gun from the table, aimed at the target in front of him.

After a moment of thinking, he repeatedly pulled the trigger.

But no gunshot sounded.

When on the mechanical dial exposed on his chest, the hands suddenly moved forward by one second, the target shattered into fragments.

No trace of the trajectory could be captured, and no evidence of firing could be found. Even the test found no gunpowder residues on the barrel or his hands.

The sequence of time had been disrupted.

Pulled the trigger, the bullet flew out, hitting the target—in the process of the bullet flying out, that step was omitted, leaving only the terrifying result of pulling the trigger and immediately hitting the target.

But only after he put down the gun did continuous gunfire and sparks burst from where the gun barrel originally was.

A pile of shell casings appeared out of nowhere on the ground.

They bounced, glowing with a reddish copper light.

The experiment continued.

In subsequent tests, even when six machine guns continuously fired at him until the barrels overheated and melted, they failed to harm him in the slightest, leaving only the wall behind him full of holes.

He nonchalantly strolled through a hail of bullets, the hands on the dial on his chest erratically jumping back and forth, constantly fiddling with the timeline of objects, tossing the process of hitting himself to after he left the original location.

By his own power, he reached a level comparable to ’Kronos’!

"Simply... like a Miracle!"

In the observation room, the ecstatic experimenters widened their eyes, turning back to look at Peron behind them: "It’s unbelievable that a human Soul can wield the authority of the Ruler! We’ve achieved an unprecedented result!"

"It’s not unprecedented."

Peron said lightly: "Similar experiments were completed in the laboratory of the Existence Institute seventy or eighty years ago... it’s just a sealed technology."