Chen Lai beating up Blondie and threatening the old woman with her grandson was streamed live in its entirety by [Ultimate Ferocious Tiger of the Hall].
“Respecting the old and cherishing the young, a Sigma male… I approve of this gaming spirit!”
“What is he even trying to do? What good are these two Grade 2 jujutsu sorcerers?”
“Buddy upstairs, don’t panic yet, let me panic first. I’m queuing in front of the Great Vortex, and there are still seventy or eighty penguins waiting here!”
……
“Ultimate Ferocious Tiger, come here.”
Chen Lai beckoned to Ultimate Ferocious Tiger, who had been chatting with the live chat the whole time.
“I’m here, Brother Weilong. What do you need?” Ultimate Ferocious Tiger trotted over, rubbing his hands as he looked at Chen Lai.
In just one day, Chen Lai had brought him thousands of viewers. So far, he had earned seventy or eighty thousand. It was easy to see that when the predicted 8:30 PM arrived tonight, he would earn another huge sum.
“You hold him. If this old woman makes any strange moves, you kill this grandson.”
Chen Lai shoved the half-dead Blondie toward Ultimate Ferocious Tiger and walked into the channeling array drawn with human blood.
“Alright, begin. I’ll repeat it one more time: I only want Fushiguro Toji’s physical information. Got it?”
“……”
The old woman leaning on her cane was grim as still water. Faced with her grandson being held hostage, she had no choice but to comply with Chen Lai’s demands. At most, she could only stall a little.
According to the plan, they should have waited for the cult leader’s side to seal Gojo Satoru before making their move, but now these guys who had popped up out of nowhere had disrupted their plans.
What exactly was the goal of these people?
“Hurry up, old thing.”
Chen Lai watched her dawdling, his already scarce patience exhausted. His blue-black figure flashed, and a slap smacked across the old woman’s face, knocking out her few remaining teeth.
“Ultimate Ferocious Tiger, chop off her grandson’s hand.” Chen Lai didn’t look back, casting pitch-black shadows over the diminutive old woman.
“You got it, the viewers love this stuff!” Ultimate Ferocious Tiger said with animated glee. He pulled out a knife from somewhere and chopped off one of Blondie’s hands in a single stroke.
“Agh!!!”
The scream echoed far across the empty rooftop. The silver-haired old woman opened her mouth, but could only submit.
“Geh, this is exactly how you deal with slacking NPCs!”
“So evil. Players truly are pure evil, huh.”
“Buddy upstairs, if it were you, would you do it?”
“I’d do worse.”
The players in the live chat discussed fervently. The Deep Sea game had never had any censorship restrictions, which was why thousand-yuan protection runs were so popular.
Right now, Chen Lai’s actions completely aligned with player values, earning unanimous praise from the bloodthirsty viewers.
The old woman no longer slacked off. Chen Lai shook the blood off his hand and stepped back into the channeling array.
The preliminary preparations were finished. The old woman only needed to release her spirit descent curse technique.
A streak of blue light descended from the sky and struck the top of Chen Lai’s head. In the next moment, his originally robust body ballooned to more than double its size. Even the least noticeable serratus anterior muscles now showed through his inner short-sleeved shirt.
His hair stood up on end strand by strand. His blue-black police uniform jacket was filled to bursting by his muscles. Veins bulged on his swollen arms, and the corners of his mouth turned downward in clear displeasure, as if mocking and questioning the entire world.
Fushiguro Toji, the Tyrant of Heavenly Restriction, had been spiritually descended onto Chen Lai!
“Hey……”
Fushiguro Toji had just extended the fingers of his right hand, pointing at the old woman not far away, when his left hand uncontrollably reached out as well, stopping his action.
His pupils dilated. Fushiguro Toji seemed to realize something.
“This isn’t your body. The consciousness attached to the physical information—I want you to obey me!”
Chen Lai’s entire face was split into two completely different expressions. The right half had its corners turned down in disdain; the other half was calm as still water, his eyes ancient wells without a ripple.
This sense of tearing was so intense that even the live chat noticed.
“Holy shit, this guy really seems to know something……”
“This guy’s physical stats definitely don’t come from just buying a single 150k [Heavenly Restriction]. Look at his muscles!”
“Tonight at eight-thirty, Shibuya—be there or be square!”
“Something big is coming!”
The players had witnessed Chen Lai’s actions and now held deeper trust in his “tonight at eight-thirty” prophecy.
A Major Event!
Every Major Event held an indescribable attraction for all Deep Sea players.
For example, the Campaign of Esdeath in [Crimson Eyes], the Fuyuki City Explosion in the [Holy Grail War], and the “Fruit War” triggered by players in [Grand Voyage].
Every single one of these Major Events meant blood-boiling battles and countless loot……
Among the hundred-plus Great Vortices, there might not even be one Major Event in a month. Many people camped in different player streams every day just to get first-hand information on Major Events.
And today—right today—a player with the ID [Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon] had actually revealed the location and time of a Major Event for free!
Log in! Battle prep! Damn it, I want a fat extraction!
Calling friends and recruiting allies, the Great Vortex of the [Shibuya Incident] was packed to capacity in no time!
And Chen Lai, the one who had triggered all this, was currently fighting Fushiguro Toji for dominance over his body.
He needed Fushiguro Toji’s power, but not the man’s consciousness. The problem was that Heavenly Restriction was an extremely special form of power—his consciousness and body were inextricably one and the same.
Trading blow for blow, Chen Lai—with his left and right hands fighting each other—beat himself black and blue, only to return to normal under his terrifying physical recovery ability.
The old woman was dumbfounded. At this moment, she felt somewhat glad that Chen Lai had seized the qualification for spirit descent from her grandson. Otherwise, Fushiguro Toji would have definitely seized control of her grandson’s body.
“Huff…… huff”
“Huff…… ha”
Chen Lai and Fushiguro Toji fought for a long time. Neither could gain an advantage, since they were sharing one body after all.
“Your son is going to be in big trouble tonight!”
After thinking for a moment, Chen Lai gave a crucial piece of information.
“Who cares about that?”
Fushiguro Toji threw another punch, which Chen Lai caught steadily with his left hand.
“His surname is Fushiguro, not Zenin.”
Chen Lai knew Fushiguro Toji cared. The man was just a bit twisted, his upbringing different from ordinary people.
The thrown punch slowed slightly. Fushiguro Toji hesitated for half a second.
“I don’t care.”
“Fushiguro Megumi will be in big trouble tonight. He’ll likely die.”
Chen Lai dropped his final bombshell and waited for the other’s reaction.
As expected, Fushiguro Toji’s fist stopped. The previously indifferent half of his face turned grave.
“What do you know? What do you want me to do?”
The left half of Chen Lai’s face showed a triumphant smile. Just as planned.
“I know how to save him, and I’ll give you the chance to save him too. In exchange, don’t fight me for control of the body. Only come out when I call for you.”
The dead fish eyes on the right half of his face shifted, and he spoke calmly: “Fine!”
In the next moment, Fushiguro Toji’s expression vanished from Chen Lai’s face. His entire face returned to harmony. Aside from the muscular changes, it seemed as if nothing had happened.
But from a wider camera angle, the internal war between Chen Lai and Fushiguro Toji just now had nearly collapsed the rooftop, with uneven dents everywhere.
Clenching his fist, Chen Lai felt the endless power flowing through his body and closed his eyes in intoxication.
From this moment on, he, Chen Lai, was the true Tyrant of Heavenly Restriction!