Axe Warrior

The Public Safety System said,
"When darkness falls, close your eyes. Monsters, open your eyes. Werewolves, make your kill. Vampires, make your kill. Tengu, make your kill. Corporate security, make your kill. Mercenaries, make your kill. Gangsters, make your kill. Counter-terrorism squads, make your kill. Cyberpsychotics, make your kill. Biochemically Transformed, make your kill. Demons of Hyperspace, make your kill. Zerg of a different dimension, make your kill. Sorcerers of the Abyss, make your kill. Followers of a Million Concealed Charms, make your kill..."
The Public Safety System said,
"Dawn has broken, and no one died last night. The cyberpsychotics has killed all the monsters. Those who are alive, please speak."
Li Pan said,
"First of all, I'm not a cyberpsychotic, I'm just a little too spiritually aware."

Cyberpunk Maniac

Li Pan leaned on the elevator, his waist bent, vomiting blood copiously, truly hemorrhaging from all seven orifices.


Now his head was not just feeling like it was being pricked by needles; it was as if it was frying in a pan, his entire skull boiling and bubbling, as if his brain was melting, brain matter seeming to spurt from his eyes, nose, and ears.


Right, this time he had really overplayed it, but he was also truly in deep trouble.


'Cheating' might feel exhilarating for sure, but using power that wasn't one's own always came at unseen costs.


Besides, the cost of 'monsters' was clear as day; even with Li Pan's superhuman constitution from the Nine Yin Third Turn, using a handkerchief to transform would still leave him bedridden for three to five days. Throwing a Sword Pellet would result in excruciating headaches for twenty-four hours, leaving him unable to move, as if life were worse than death.


Chapter 112: Rollback