Chapter 647: Wu Zehui’s Pig Elder
First floor!
Wu Zehui had been assigned to the first floor.
The young man, who possessed the most miraculous Hundred Acts Sequence, had fought his way all the way here. Although nothing in any of the rooms had yet forced him to use his full strength, it hadn't been exactly easy either.
At this moment, the young man was no longer in the form of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. His attire had changed significantly.
The young man's physique had also changed drastically. He had grown much plumper, forming a sharp contrast with his originally slender figure.
The mask that had been pushed up onto his forehead earlier had been pulled back down, now transforming into a pig-head mask.
Everyone knew that the Golden Cudgel in his hand was a Wonder.
But no one knew that the mask on his face was actually a Wonder as well.
It was just that this Wonder's number ranking wasn't very high.
The greatest function of this mask Wonder was to help him believe—to make him believe that he was truly the character he was portraying.
Every Hundred Acts Sequence superhuman possessed two Wonders.
One was the mask they never left behind.
The other was the weapon in their hands.
The wonder of the Hundred Acts Sequence far exceeded what many could imagine.
Unlike other sequences, their Wonders were nurtured and refined using their own Supernatural Power.
This miraculous Trait was unique, aside from the few Sequence superhumans who could create Wonders.
Among the Combat Sequences, the only ones who could craft their own Wonders on their own were the Hundred Acts Sequence.
Hundred Acts Sequence superhumans not only had to remind themselves every day who they truly were.
They also had to use the Supernatural Power they had painstakingly obtained to nurture these two Wonders.
The mask helped them simulate the character they were portraying.
The weapon in their hands allowed them to mimic the traits of the character they portrayed.
However, everyone focused their efforts on nurturing the weapon, spending far less time on the mask.
Even for Wu Zehui, the top expert of the Post-Apocalyptic Opera Troupe, the number ranking of his mask was not particularly high.
"Hehe... finally, it's Old Pig's turn to take the stage!"
"Damn, I've been holding it in for so long. Big Brother Monkey always refuses to let me out. Big Brother Monkey is really... really despicable!"
As he said this.
The mask on his face suddenly began to change, as if it wanted to shift from a fat-headed, big-eared appearance into a hairy-faced, thunderous-mouthed image.
It seemed that within the young man's body, two personalities were now fighting for control.
Sensing the abnormality in his body, Wu Zehui immediately intervened to seize control.
At the same time, a cold sweat broke out on his back.
The biggest trouble with their sequence was the risk of losing their original personality entirely, becoming the character they were portraying.
The source of their sequence's power came from their personal understanding of the character they were playing.
This was the origin of their strength, but also the side effect of this sequence.
In the Post-Apocalyptic Opera Troupe, there had once been a genius. A year ago.
Back when Wu Zehui was still Sequence 3, that genius had already touched the threshold of Sequence 5.
Unfortunately, after successfully advancing to Sequence 5, that genius completely lost his original self, became someone else, and left the convoy.
Where exactly he went, no one knew.
The Golden Cudgel in Wu Zehui's hand transformed into a nine-pronged rake at this moment.
Sticking out his big belly, he swaggered forward with a flamboyant stride.
Finally, he arrived at the door of Room 8122.
"Old Pig here wants to see what kind of Monsters and Demons are inside this place!"
Wu Zehui boldly pushed open the door to Room 8122.
The moment the door swung open.
A soft, gentle light radiated from within the room.
It seemed as if something beautiful lay inside.
"Heehee... giggle, giggle..."
Soft laughter drifted out from within the room.
"Pig Elder, hurry in and have some fun!"
"Pig Elder... do you think I'm pretty?"
From Wu Zehui's perspective.
At this moment, Room 8122 looked like paradise on earth.
In this paradise was a massive table laden with food and wine. Not only were there his favorites—roast goose and suckling pig—but also plenty of cola, Sprite...
These delicacies, once so easily obtained, were now exuding an irresistible, intoxicating aroma.
But that wasn't all.
There were also several very, very beautiful young ladies, dressed quite fashionably, smiling at him.
Several of them were female streamers he had followed before the apocalypse.
Those streamers' faces bloomed like flowers, and in Wu Zehui's eyes, they were even more beautiful than flowers.
'People more beautiful than flowers'—that's what these beauties were.
Wu Zehui swallowed hard. His feet began to shuffle, moving step by step into the room.
If it were Wu Zehui himself, he might have had some restraint.
After all, since becoming a superhuman, many of his human desires had faded away.
But the character he was now portraying was practically a glutton for wine, women, wealth, and pleasure.
This made Wu Zehui suffer deeply.
He knew something was wrong here, but trapped by the role he was playing, he couldn't suppress the desires within.
"Hehe... delicious food! And beautiful women..."
Wu Zehui swallowed again as he walked further inside.
"Pig Elder, hurry up! Everything here is yours..."
Wu Zehui couldn't stop swallowing. For every bit of saliva he swallowed, more came flooding out in wild secretion.
Drool trickled down the corner of his mouth, splashing onto his big belly.
"You... you're so good to me. All of this is really mine?"
Wu Zehui's voice had even changed a little. He felt himself becoming more and more like the character he was playing.
Even his voice was starting to shift.
Logically, the more like the character he became, the stronger he grew.
Perhaps if he let himself go completely, he could use this opportunity to directly break through to Sequence 5 and become a Resonator.
Of course, he might also truly become the Pig Elder, and Wu Zehui would vanish forever.
That was both the characteristic and the side effect of the Hundred Acts Sequence.
"Mmm-hmm, it's all yours. As long as Pig Elder stays here forever, everything here is yours!"
The female streamer, who looked exactly like the one he had coveted before the apocalypse, winked wildly at him.
Wu Zehui swallowed hard.
Right now, two consciousnesses were locked in a fierce struggle within his mind.
One was Wu Zehui's original consciousness.
The other was the personality he was portraying.
"Hehe... Little Wu, just hand your body over to me. I'll make you the number one expert in the whole base. Jiang Rou, Sun Xixi—none of them will be a match for you! Hehe..."
That voice sounded just like what he had imagined!
"No. I am Wu Zehui. I can only be Wu Zehui. I can only be Wu Zehui!!!"
Wu Zehui's consciousness repeated this sentence over and over. With every repetition, his nearly crumbling awareness condensed a little more.
It was through reminders like this that the young man had managed to hold on to his original self, never being scattered by other personalities.
But how long could this persistence last?
Wu Zehui wasn't afraid of fighting. Battling Anomalies wasn't terrifying for a Hundred Acts Sequence superhuman.
The only thing truly frightening was this kind of situation—where the portrayed personality was lured out and amplified endlessly.
And now... Room 8122 was exactly the nemesis of the Hundred Acts Sequence.
Everything before him was exactly what the character he was portraying craved most.
Wu Zehui was now... in serious trouble.
But right at that moment, as Wu Zehui was frantically swallowing, he pulled a small notebook from his breast pocket.
"Pig Elder, what are you doing? All this delicious food—isn't this everything you've ever wanted? Why aren't you eating?"
"That's right, Pig Elder. Didn't you always give me likes? Now I'm right in front of you, but you won't even look at me?"
A fragrant breeze swept past him.
Wu Zehui struggled to pull out that small notebook.
On the cover were several large words: "Acting Diary!"
Wu Zehui flipped open the first page of the notebook, revealing a photograph pasted there.
It was a photo of a family of three. Wu Zehui stood in the middle, looking much younger than he was now. Behind him stood a middle-aged couple.
This middle-aged couple bore some resemblance to Wu Zehui.
Seeing this photo, the struggle in Wu Zehui's eyes visibly lessened.
This photo reminded Wu Zehui—reminded him of where he came from, of his past, of everything about his original self.
Time passed, minute by minute.
The scents of perfume and food in his nostrils slowly changed.
"I remember. I remember now. I am Wu Zehui!"
"I am Wu Zehui!"
Wu Zehui felt the power of the portrayal within him grow even stronger. He gripped the nine-pronged rake tighter, and his gaze suddenly turned sharp.