Chapter 989: Chapter 987: Eliminating Interference
[Film Crew]
Apart from the Eighth Disaster who came specifically to spectate, and William who infiltrated, the rest are all part of the Tenth Disaster.
The moment Yi Chen put on the mask, everyone sensed that something had happened, and even the most basic Vision could see it,
The hood mask was immediately invaded by strands of yellow thread, perhaps because the consciousness of the former Tenth Disaster completely permeated the brain, putting the mask in a defenseless state.
The yellow threads quickly spread throughout the mask like nerves, feeling like they fused with Yi Chen’s clothes into a whole.
Everyone at the scene, except for William, was shocked.
They very well understood that this mask was the malignant external manifestation of the former Tenth Disaster, the Crystal of slaughter, which was his most important symbol as a Murderer.
When Yi Chen was previously chased by Miles, even his full-force Beheading couldn’t cut through the mask.
This is also why the former Tenth Disaster, when accidentally falling into Deep Layer Death with both his Physical body and literary medium destroyed, still managed to escape via the mask.
But now, it was forcibly taken over by an unknown presence, and no one could have imagined that Yi Chen actually had the ability to forcibly seize the Skin mask.
Among the film crew, a very small minority expressed loathing; these individuals were once the chosen inheritors of the mask, but they suppressed their impulse since filming was still ongoing, ‘Miles’ was still alive, and Yi Chen’s actions did not violate the script.
Of course, the majority of the film crew stood by Yi Chen’s side; after spending time together, they had long accepted this outsider youth, even idolizing him.
In the eyes of some fans, Yi Chen becoming ‘Miles’ was the true optimal solution.
The higher the purity of slaughter, the stronger the new Tenth Disaster will become, and as components of the Tenth Disaster, they will gain more insights and upward mobility, able to witness more slaughters aimed at the strong from Yi Chen.
Of course,
Although the crew had different Thoughts, they all maintained the status quo, waiting for the film’s completion before discussing matters; at the very least, all of them were optimistic about the film’s potential box office success.
However, there was one ‘individual’ on site with extreme Thinking.
The Eighth Disaster would never allow such a thing to happen; she came today specifically to witness Yi Chen’s Death, viewing this non-malicious presence in the city as a desecration, not to mention recent events where her ‘Clones’ were subjected to slaughter.
Currently, Yi Chen is shifting towards becoming ‘Miles,’ potentially becoming the leader of the entire crew, something she would never allow to happen.
Aside from her own pettiness, a primary reason was that she sensed a threat, a threat of possible beheading by the young man before her.
“Today was originally just a day to watch the show… Only came with family, not enough people.
Just have to try to interrupt this process! Hope that useless Miles will fight back a bit, using my outside interference for him to regain control inside.”
Originally sitting on the bench, the family’s hands suddenly stuck together and started flowing and merging towards the mother.
Soon, only the mother remained, and her Aura seemed to increase by four-fold.
She quietly stood up and headed towards the filming location, gradually transitioning into a rapid run.
Even if killing here violates the rules, as the Eighth Disaster she would at most face sanctions and punishment; as long as she can kill this youth, it doesn’t matter.
With the stance of a track athlete, she shouldered through the ‘Barrier’ formed by the script around the filming area.
Just then,
A sign saying ‘Unauthorized personnel prohibited from entry’ suddenly appeared in front, held by a cleaner bulging with Big Pus Eyes.
“Please leave immediately! If the final scene’s filming gets impacted, we’ll demand compensation based on the estimated box office for losses, which would be quite unfortunate.”
“Out of my way!”
The Eighth Disaster had no intention of stopping, raising a foot to kick the Big Pus Eyes cleaner to pieces.
But the actual touch felt rather strange; it seemed just as she touched him, the cleaner exploded! The burst pus landed at least 70% on her body.
But this wasn’t the time to worry about foulness or filthiness; she needed to act quickly, as there were already many of the crew’s Murderers, especially Yi Chen’s admirers, closing in with red eyes.
Yet, a more bizarre occurrence transpired
As she lifted her leg to run, she felt her limbs growing heavy and increasingly uncomfortable.
Looking down, her once athletic legs transformed into bloated masses, with tumors of various sizes emerging, even seeping pus due to her intent to run.
The condition of her body was no different.
Her entire form became grotesquely engorged, continually Proliferating, as a kind of Evil Tumor rampantly spread within her body. She even heard the Church choir’s sacred singing, as if a Pilgrimage Team was operating inside her.
As she attempted to restrain this unknown disease’s Proliferation, a long leg clad in black stockings swiftly kicked towards her.
The immense Power.
Boom!
Her already bloated body instantly exploded,
The Eighth Disaster’s black blood and pus splashed directly onto the lens, forming ‘The End.’
The kicker was Lene Histera, playing the Witch, her sideways gaze and goat-like eyes emitting sheer contempt.
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In the canal not too distant from the crew.
Previously kicked into the river by the Hotel Manager, William finally climbed out, wringing dry each article of clothing before donning them again, a smile gracing his face.
“Everything is proceeding according to my script! Yi Bao, you have exceeded my expectations.”
However, William’s smile did not last long, as a peculiar silver light bathed him, or rather the surrounding streets.
A part of the Plague within him got stirred by such illumination.
Looking up toward the City of Evil’s heart, spans of ‘World’s lengths’ away, the beam emitted from those special tall buildings, like a unique lighthouse being established.
This lighthouse’s special silver beam could sweep across every terrain of the City of Evil, monitoring all activities.
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Within the film crew.
Facing this sudden change, everyone exchanged dubious glances, having no means to comprehend how part of the Eighth Disaster’s Clones suddenly exploded.
But now wasn’t the time for Thinking.
The final scene’s filming concluded perfectly, everyone’s gaze turned to Yi Chen, seemingly yearning for the emergence of the new Miles.
As Yi Chen opened his Eyes beneath the mask, there was no emotional shift, nor did he emit the sinister Aura associated with Michael Myers’s slaughter.
Instead, he casually removed the White Skin mask.
The act of taking off the mask was by no means simple; it represented [abandonment], abandoning becoming Miles, abandoning becoming the Tenth Disaster.
Yi Chen needed none of these things; he only required battle experience and awakening of the Ego.
It was when he relinquished the identity that all present crew members felt a kind of ‘leap’.
They were already part of [the Tenth Disaster], as per the original rule, after selecting Miles, he would lead the entire crew.
Now, the chosen Miles rejected this identity, breaking the existing regulation.
The Concept of [the Tenth Disaster] was shared among everyone, each gaining significant uplift, even sensing how Disaster forms.
Moreover, future films wouldn’t be restricted to starring Miles in ‘Halloween’ films, but could freely choose protagonists for new movies, diversifying the development.
The earnings from the box office could provide collective enhancement, the overall Competence stronger than before, with potential birth of Murderers comparable to the former Tenth Disaster during the crew’s progression.
Consequently, even those who initially envied or hated Yi Chen for taking Miles’s role turned from black to fans.
All Murderers, including the director, approached Yi Chen, raising their tools or hands once used for slaughter, lowering their heads to express utmost respect.