Chapter 1103: Duel!

"I said, we're going to the Fusion Faction to snatch him back!"

Jian Changsheng clenched his fists and swung them hard, the hem of his leather jacket making a series of snapping sounds in the air.

"What’s the point of going to the Fusion Faction? Hearts wasn't kidnapped; he left of his own volition." Sun Bumian shook his head. "Even if we go, we can't change anything. Unless the Red King admits his mistake, he won't return to the Twilight Society..."

"But he can't just leave without a word!"

Jian Changsheng thought of the back of Chen Ling leaving without looking back in his dream, and he was furious. He had paid such a high price to save Hearts 6, and he had left without saying goodbye... This was absolutely unacceptable to him.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Even if I have to tie him up, I'm bringing him back!" Jian Changsheng didn't hesitate. "His grudge with the Red King can be settled together after he comes back... So what if we don't have the Ancient Theater? If the four of us are together, can't we live just as well?"

Sun Bumian looked at him with a strange expression. "I don't mean to be a killjoy, but I'll ask one thing... can you beat Hearts?"

Jian Changsheng sneered.

He straightened his leather jacket collar and smoothed his wolf-tail hair. "Inadvertently," the aura of a peak Fifth-Stage Soldier God flashed from him.

"You're Fifth-Stage?" Sun Bumian asked in surprise.

"Hearts just reached the Fifth-Stage, while I’ve reached the peak of the Fifth-Stage after being washed by the killing intent... Why wouldn't I be able to beat him?"

"But what if... I mean, what if we travel all the way to the Fusion Faction, and you still can't beat him... what do we do then?"

Jian Changsheng’s expression froze. He frowned and pondered for a long time, then slowly spat out a few words:

"Then we join the Fusion Faction!"

Sun Bumian: ???????????

"If you win, he comes back to the Twilight Society with you; if he wins, we all join the Fusion Faction with you??" Sun Bumian was incredulous. "What does this have to do with me and Little Flower?!!"

"Aren't we a team?"

"That may be, but..."

"Besides, don't you want revenge on the Red King? How can you get revenge while working under him? If we join the Fusion Faction, maybe one day we can make a comeback and take back everything that belongs to us."

"Hiss..." Sun Bumian rubbed his chin, thoughtful. "What you say... also makes sense..."

Sun Bumian was indeed tempted. It was almost impossible for him to take back the gold while working under the Red King, but if he used the power of the Fusion Faction, there was a glimmer of possibility.

Seeing that Sun Bumian had no objections, Jian Changsheng walked directly to Jiang Xiaohua’s bed and pushed him a few times.

"Clubs, are you coming?"

Jiang Xiaohua turned his head reluctantly, as if he hadn't heard their conversation, and asked with sleepy eyes:

"What?"

"Spades wants to go to the Fusion Faction to duel Hearts. If he wins, we bring Hearts back; if he loses, we all join the Fusion Faction," Sun Bumian summarized concisely.

Jiang Xiaohua was silent for a long time.

"Does Hearts... know he has such a duel?"

"Don't worry about that, just tell me if you're coming or not!" Jian Changsheng put his hands on his hips.

"...Coming." Jiang Xiaohua nodded slightly, his voice listless. He felt that either way was fine; since everyone said they were going, he would just go along.

"Very good!"

Jian Changsheng was very satisfied with this result. "Then let's set off immediately!!"

Watching Jian Changsheng, who was about to rush out the door in a hurry, Sun Bumian hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"One last question..."

"Speak!"

"Do you know how to get to the Fusion Faction?"

Jian Changsheng: ............

……

Ding—ding—ding...

The blinding spotlight lit up above Chen Ling’s head, and the dim stage was once again shrouded in light.

Chen Ling, wearing his bright red opera robe, lay quietly on the stage. It was a long time before he slowly opened his eyes...

Chen Ling didn't know how long he had slept. He only knew that as soon as he lay on the bed, he lost consciousness, and it wasn't until the spotlight hit him that he slowly woke up.

"...Couldn't you let me sleep a little longer?" Chen Ling sighed and slowly climbed up from the stage.

This time, he ignored the scarlet eyes in the audience. Ever since Chen Ling fought on the stage and even devoured several audience members, his fear of these guys had vanished. Now, all he could recall was the faint aroma of rotisserie chicken from back then...

The best way to overcome fear is to face (crossed out) eat the fear.

Chen Ling walked straight to the screen and tapped his fingertip skillfully on the treasure chest shaking in the corner. With a crisp musical chime, a table appeared behind him.

"Congratulations on completing the play, 'Rhapsody of Fate'."

"Maximum audience expectation for this play: 91%"

"You have received one designated draw."

"After using it, you can designate a character from all the characters who appeared in this play and randomly draw their abilities. The probability of drawing a rare skill is related to the overall audience expectation of this play."

As Chen Ling’s gaze fell on the tabletop, sheets of paper appeared from the void, and the play recording his precious and sad memories was quickly bound into shape on the table.

This play covered almost all the characters Chen Ling had known in the past. Guided by fate, they gathered in Wuji, just like a crazy and passionate piece of music, playing the final chapter of the Wuji Domain.

Chen Ling picked up the play from the table, flipped through it gently for a moment, and then put it back on the bookshelf...

He looked at the draw paper waiting for him to write a name.

Chen Ling picked up the pen, pondered for a long time in the name column, and finally put the pen down again.

There were simply too many characters in this play, and for a moment, Chen Ling couldn't think of whose ability to draw... Since that was the case, Chen Ling felt it was better to keep this opportunity in his hand and use it when necessary.

This was also the inspiration the Wuji Domain had given him. If it weren't for the expectation value breaking 90% for the first time, granting an extra draw ticket, and Chen Ling’s luck exploding at the critical moment to draw the Silver King’s [Yesterday’s Revolver], this war would likely have been even more tragic... Such a coincidence might happen once, but it would be hard to happen a second time.

Besides, this play had a maximum expectation value of 91%. As long as Chen Ling wanted to draw someone, there was a high probability of drawing their very high-level abilities. This was a trump card that could turn the tide at a critical moment! Drawing one blindly and casually now would be a waste.

Chen Ling closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually detached from the stage... A while later, he slowly opened his eyes on the bed.

Hazy light shone through the curtains onto Chen Ling. He sat up, staring blankly at the unfamiliar wooden room, and it took a long time for him to come to his senses...

He took a deep breath, got dressed, and pushed the door open.

The past had become the past.

Now, he had only one goal... to control the Calamity of Mockery.