The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

Chapter 438 - 248
Chapter 438: 248Even after obtaining the Derivative Entry to thoroughly resolve this matter, troubles continued to pour in ceaselessly.

First, he performed a public Resurrection Magic show for a group, and then, those E3 district residents who had been confirmed dead really came back to life.

There’s no way to whitewash this, his identity as a Magician is pretty much confirmed.

The name Jiang Shu would be completely deified, and all rumors and gossip wouldn’t be able to inflict even the slightest damage to his image of omnipotence.

To tell the truth, this was not the scenario Jiang Shu wanted to see.

Once a person is deified, countless blemishes usually appear, and ultimately, they are demonized, a fact proven by numerous examples.

People are best at creating gods, and just as good at creating demons.

Jiang Shu disliked both; to put it nobly, he just wanted to be human and, with a mortal’s body, perform miraculous feats of magic; in the immediate term...

He hated trouble.

How much trouble would a ”confirmed” resurrection ability bring?

One might even say that as long as he lived, he would be the eye of the storm in Lonely City.

This was extremely detrimental to his Sky Tower plan; he had to carefully grow and gradually gain control of the entire public opinion field.

And more importantly, even though he had boasted in front of Liu Tingruo, mass resurrection...

Was really tough.

Was he expected to improvise this level of grand magic on the spot?

Are you kidding me?

Did they really think he was a god?

And it couldn’t just be reviving them into mindless zombies; if that type of mass resurrection happened, God only knows what Fifth District would turn into.

Raccoon City, maybe?

”How come, you have a headache?” Fox saw Jiang Shu’s troubled expression in the rearview mirror and asked, ”Are you worried that those black-clothed Hunters are too powerful?”

”No,” Jiang Shu shook his head, unwilling to go into what he was truly worried about.

Fox didn’t know that he also had to resurrect those hundreds who died from the poison gas, so Fox just thought the black-clothed Hunters were the difficult part of this mission.

But Jiang Shu had never considered giving up on resurrection, even though those people had been killed by the poison gas created by Tang, which didn’t have a direct causal relationship with Jiang Shu.

However, as he himself had told Liu Tingruo, if he remained completely detached, then he could certainly view this event as a terrorist incident, and the death of the victims as their own misfortune.

But since he was involved, he would try to take responsibility. Otherwise, not only would Liu Tingruo look down on him, but he would also look down on himself.

The car stopped near E4 District, a location almost bordering E3 District.

Due to the citywide alarm broadcast, there were hardly any people visible on the streets.

Those running shops and office workers had vanished, and even the police and Terrorism Control Bureau personnel were nowhere to be seen.

Because the black-clothed Hunters were so powerful, the police and Terrorism Control Bureau couldn’t spare anyone to set up a cordon near E3 District; all were pulled into E3 District to set up defense lines, gradually contracting to try to capture all the black-clothed Hunters in one fell swoop.

The three of them entered a nearby alley. By passing through here, they could reach E3 District without any obstacles.

They stopped unanimously, starting their final preparations.

Lang Tai carried an anti-material sniper rifle on his back, the kind of heavy weapon that could inflict fatal damage on T2-level black-clothed Hunters.

Besides that, he also took three similarly large-caliber handguns from the car, two slotted at his waist, and one in a holster on the side of his right leg.

And there was a belt, studded with grenades, which looked like a vine full of ripe fruit, making Jiang Shu’s heart skip a beat.

This was scarier than a special forces unit; at least they wouldn’t carry such a heavy load.

Jiang Shu seriously doubted if he put on the same kit, he could probably not even walk.

Meanwhile, Fox also tuned up his Fantasist Armor; even he had to enter the fray this time.

With T1-level Special Armor in hand, facing the T2-level black-clothed Combat Sequence, he would be fine as long as he was careful.

”What’s this for? Why bring so many heavy weapons? Aren’t you really good at using cold weapons?” Fox blinked, even he was a bit unsettled by Lang Tai’s appearance.

And Lang Tai also typed out on his watch: What’s the reason humans invented heavy weapons?

Neither of them answered, because the answer was obvious.

The reason is greater efficiency in killing.

Although they all knew that conventional firearms were probably of very limited lethality against the black-clad Hunters,

he was Lang Tai, the only Lang Tai in the entire Lonely City.

The Fox looked at Jiang Shu, who was surrounded by three Tablet Spirits.

Hm?

One less?

Where’s the little Yi on the ground?

Curiosity rose within him.

Of course, little Yi had taken the Magic Table to set up a new teleportation point. Its destination this time was Liu Tingruo’s secret base,

which was certainly the safest place.

At that moment, Jiang Shu also donned his smiling face mask.

The oval-shaped mask was lean and long, with two curved eyebrows and upturned lips etched on it, along with two holes that revealed the eyes.

Except for black, the mask was white, with the stark color contrast and simplest lines making up a mockingly mischievous smile.

Immediately after, the three Tablet Spirits beside Jiang Shu began to transform.

One manifested as a tiny Flame Demon, another as a spherical Thunder Demon, and the last one, little Bing, looking at the impressive Thunder and Fire Demons to either side, rebelliously put on a black stocking over its head and held a toy gun model in its hands, looking like a CS game bandit.

On the wall beside the alley, blue flames whirled continuously, and serpents, glowing with the luster of thunder, were drilling out as if the swirling flames were a Dimension Gate opening to Hell.

Jiang Shu, looking at the scene in front of him, nodded in satisfaction.

The dream of being an army of one with a Combat Sequence of five was halfway realized.

He had no intention of hiding anymore because there was no need.

With Fox also joining in, given Fox’s intelligence, it wouldn’t take long for him to connect the dots to Jiang Shu after seeing the Thunder and Fire Demons and Xiu Snake.

So at this point, Fox pointed in Jiang Shu’s direction, mouth agape with disbelief, unable to utter a word as he stared at Lang Tai, whose face was covered by a Wolf Face mask.

Fox: ”???

What in the world is this?!

Is this even reasonable?”

”Is this...?” Fortunately, they were all wearing masks, so Fox’s astonishment didn’t show on his face.

The smiling face turned slightly, revealing half a grinning face which seemed to be mocking the Fox for his ignorance of true power.

”It’s just magic,” said the smiling face.

Fox: ”...”

A minute later, two Thunder and Fire Element Demons and a bandit with a ”Rush B” icon floating above its head were flying mid-air, leading a tide of deep-blue serpents pouring towards the concentration of black-clad Hunters.

As the Thundering Serpents were closely packed together, their arcs of electricity formed a connected web, disrupting the nearby electromagnetic fields, making it seem as though currents were flowing through the air.

And the smiling face stood on a flat-rooftop nearby, his side surrounded by spiraling, swirling Black Cards, watching as the tide of serpents headed off into the distance.

This sensation of going all-in...

A sense of power spontaneously arose.

He didn’t follow the Tablet Spirits, Bing, and Ding.

Because he hadn’t yet figured out how to pull off that Resurrection Magic.

It must be said, it truly was a tough challenge for the boss.

But at that moment, an unexpected video call rang out.

Jiang Shu activated the Simulated Light Screen; it was from Liu Tingruo, but the face that appeared on the screen was Paperman Red Clo.

At that moment, Red Clo, looking at a screen as big as any other person, elegantly bowed slightly to the filling screen which portrayed the smiling face mask.

His face bore a similarly elegant smile.

”I guess, you’re facing quite the dilemma now. For instance, how to resurrect the innocent; or whether to release Dick Tang,” Red Clo said, his speech unrushed as he raised his head and squinted his eyes in a smile. ”Perhaps, Mr. Jiang, you might consider me.”

He continued, ”I too can perfectly resolve the matter, and...”

”You will become a godlike figure.”