Chapter 988: Chapter 986: Ten
When "Miles’s white mask" was removed from the head of the original lead, Bandi Bator, an obvious movement of skin could be felt.
Were one to peer inside the mask, they’d find roots of nerves representing remnants of consciousness and malignant thoughts swaying eagerly, yearning to connect to the next host’s brain, the center of consciousness.
It seemed from the beginning that the mask’s target was Yi Chen,
It never intended to kill Yi Chen at the finale of the script, but rather lost deliberately to ensure script coherence, so that Yi Chen would wear the mask, thus aligning with the script’s setting.
Whoever wears the mask becomes Michael Myers, and this is the film’s ultimate conclusion.
This moment had been awaited too long by the former Tenth Disaster residing within the mask,
He never intended to pass on the identity of the "Tenth Disaster" to anyone; it was merely a ploy using the crew’s gimmicks to gather murderers from the entire Evil Circle, feigning a state of mutual competition.
His goals were only two,
1. Re-filming a "Halloween" series movie as his literary medium.
2. Selecting a phenomenon with the highest synchronization rate among murderers as his new physical body.
Certainly, such a reconstruction would not compare with the past, but as long as he survived, he didn’t care, he was always at the bottom, and the sequence of "Ten" would not change.
But when Yi Chen, this murderer from the human world, appeared, his thoughts changed.
Yi Chen’s previous unauthorized infiltration into the dungeon, he not only did not reject, did not report to the crew, but rather welcomed, even scheduling nightly meetings.
It was because he saw more hope in Yi Chen,
He had never seen a perfect murderer like Yi Chen,
The entire crew, even the twelve phenomena he selected, could not match Yi Chen in potential or purity.
The most important thing was, he felt that Yi Chen was not evil, not those evils piled up within the crew, transformed into a malignant medium through the literary carrier.
Yi Chen was still human, still harboring original evil sentiments generated from within himself.
Additionally, Yi Chen grasped death, a trait that could perfectly align with slaughter, and also the attribute that led to the complete destruction of his physical body and carrier.
If he could fully possess Yi Chen, he would achieve the most perfect revival, even reaching a higher level than before, and could continue pursuing that special deceased.
Now, he welcomed the opportunity to possess; the entire crew and the Eighth Disaster who came to witness would behold his perfect resurrection.
"Quickly put it on, quickly put it on!"
As the mask gradually enveloped Yi Chen’s head,
Those malignant nerve thoughts, symbolic of remaining consciousness, impatiently penetrated Yi Chen’s brain, after nightly mental exchanges over this period, their affinity had further increased.
When the malignant nerve thoughts connected to the brain,
When the mask fully adhered to the skin,
Just when it seemed that everything was done, swoosh... the sound of waves arose.
The conscious projection of the former Tenth Disaster — Michael Myers, was standing on a beach, before his eyes lay a jet-black ocean.
This sea he had seen before, during his first chase of Yi Chen in the outer world, when he was drawn into a special plane.
But this time was different, only remnants of consciousness arrived this time,
Standing on the beach, Miles distinctly felt he was losing control over the mask; a certain forceful occupation of the skin was severing his connection to the mask.
Without the mask, the important attached object, caused even his remaining consciousness to begin dissipating, the physical body started showing notable cracks, consciousness slipping like grains of sand.
Across the ocean, a wooden boat slowly approached.
When the boat landed, Yi Chen disembarked.
No conflict erupted; Yi Chen, stepping off the boat, instead made a graceful bow, "Thank you."
"Why?"
Myers didn’t dare show too intense emotional fluctuations, nor dare speak too many words, fearing it would accelerate the dispersal of his already scarce aura.
Perhaps arriving at the final moment, Yi Chen temporarily restrained his ego, let rationality emerge to answer, or perhaps it was the rational self he rebuilt during the time the ego was lost.
"The reason losers fail is they’re always wasting time asking why.
Your failure is just like that, your greed led you to try to occupy me with the skin mask and a consciousness damaged by death without fully understanding my state."
"Who... took the mask? That was an object projected with me from the literary carrier, the external manifestation of malignancy, the skin crystal that followed my slaughter throughout life."
"The death that rendered you damaged and the skin that seized your mask, both come from one place, and both represent the pinnacle in relevant concepts from there.
You were too greedy, or considered everything for granted, the endless slaughtering of weaklings over the years weakened your strength as a ’Disaster’, making you instinctively regard non-Disaster existences as weaklings, neglecting to take them seriously.
If you had regarded me as an opponent on the same level, not blindly infusing residual consciousness and ended up on this ’Dead Brain Island.’
Perhaps you could have contended with the Yellow Skin over controlling the skin mask outside.
But what a pity, from the start you assumed I was just a mere human."
His remaining consciousness panicked, his malignant instinct wanted to survive, "If I disperse here and now, the Tenth Disaster will cease to exist.
You, as an outsider, will be directly executed as a result."
"You already assimilated with the crew long ago, the Tenth Disaster is no longer you but the entire crew, you even forgot your own essence.
A Disaster is the highest form of evil, but still evil.
It’s a specific negative concept that transforms into a tangible manifestation through a literary medium, not a specific existence.
As long as the crew exists, the mask remains, and someone plays the role of Miles, the Tenth Disaster will always exist, your death or survival doesn’t concern that.
From the moment the crew was established, you were already the former."
An outsider not of evil elucidating the essence of evil left the former Tenth Disaster momentarily stunned, slowly asking, "Where do you come from?"
"Focal point..."
Upon hearing this term, he actually felt somewhat relieved.
"Focal... Oh! That death-wielding guy mentioned a similar term, plague, was it? Truly a formidable life structure."
He gazed at Yi Chen, continuing:
"After seizing the position of the Tenth Disaster and my mask, what do you intend to do?"
"Kill all the Disasters."
"Oh!" Upon hearing such a response, the former Tenth Disaster became invigorated from his previous relief, "I used to think of this too, in my long bouts of slaughtering feebler beings while lost in thought.
You really are an interesting guy, you’ve got to make good on that.
What a pity I won’t be able to witness your scene of slaughtering those guys. Be careful, that bunch isn’t as depleted as I am, they’re strongly persistent on resurrection, stronger than the old me with the crew.
They won’t die so easily."
"It’s time."
"So it’s beheading after all? Truly a murderer with a psychological cleanliness."
Perhaps suddenly relieved and accepting of failure, perhaps seeing something from this young man in front of him that he didn’t have, or what he wanted to pursue but dared not,
Maybe it was simply the weak succumbing to the strong,
The Tenth Disaster’s dissipating consciousness voluntarily knelt down, stretching his neck forward, the instinctual desire for survival had dried up.
A flash of blade,
The tenth beheading,
The severed head rolled down the beach into the sea,
Endless murder soaked into the ocean, faintly tinting the Dead Sea red, the entire ocean seemed to acquire a tinge of blood.
On the opposite side of the beach, a well-maintained middle-aged woman slowly approached,
The two did not converse, nor exchange glances,
They merely indulged in the scent of briny seawater, barefoot on the beach dancing to their heart’s content,
However, Yi Chen didn’t dance for long before stopping.
He didn’t feel particularly joyful; the joy within him was more about reclaiming his ego than defeating a formidable foe.
Of course, he was still excited,
Because now he already possessed the qualification to challenge and slay truly powerful beings.