Modian the Paper Person

His face was painted with the same makeup as the paper doll, his face was painted deathly white, and his body movements were jerky, as if the paper doll had suddenly acquired a human body and was moving around uncomfortably.

"You guys are new Actors, right?"

He spoke slowly and mysteriously, raising his paintbrush and grinning, his lips a deep, almost blood-red color. "Come on, the new play is about to begin, everyone's been waiting for you!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a strange and piercing laugh rang out, and a huge paintbrush appeared behind them in an instant.

"Is this someone from the organization???"

The group instantly adopted a fleeing stance, with two leading the way to eliminate the paper figures and two covering the rear to protect the logistics personnel.

"Yes, look at his clothes, there are Fox Patterns," An Ying said.

Qin Rang pulled An Ying's arm and looked back, letting An Ying lead him away, while his gaze focused on the strange clothes he was examining closely.

He then realized that the strange creature had indeed drawn Fox Pattern on its shirt; the brushstrokes were rough and the lines were distorted, making it look like some kind of design if you didn't look closely.

"This can't be fake, can it?" Qin Rang asked. "It doesn't look very real."

An Ying face, "Whether it's true or not, he seems determined to kill us. This is probably the Modian from the files, the one who can take on various identities."

"Whoosh!"

Behind them, Modian swung his paintbrush, the paint on the tip splashing out with the force of his stroke, and the others raised their Weird Objects and dodged.

The areas touched by the red paint were all turned into paper, becoming fragile sheets of white paper.

Now everyone knew where these paper figures came from.

After finishing his brushstrokes, Modian increased his speed in pursuit once more.

An Ying flung her Bamboo Umbrella, which collided with the approaching Modian, forcing him back for a moment.

Putting away the Bamboo Umbrella, An Ying said, "Why are the people from this organization so persistent?"

Le Zhengyang gripped a shield tightly in his hand, adding as he killed the paper figure, "Do you remember the Black Cat that knocked you unconscious? It was also from the organization."

An Ying said, "After it knocked you unconscious, I saw a red Fox Pattern behind its cat ears."

"Careful!"

Modian behind him swung his paintbrush again. Qin Rang rolled away from the red paint, but before he could get up, a laugh suddenly came from behind him, sending chills down his spine.

"Clang!"

Le Zhengyang's shield blocked most of the bright paint from behind Qin Rang, but a small portion still landed on Qin Rang's arms and clothes.

His once healthy skin tone visibly turned papery, and his strong, powerful muscles gradually became fragile white paper, seemingly about to break at the slightest touch.

"Heh~" Modian grinned, punching the shield away. His pale fingers gripped Qin Rang's shoulder tightly, and paint dripping from his brush stained half of Qin Rang's body the color of paper.

Qin Rang's complexion visibly weakened.

After getting up, Le Zhengyang wanted to go and save the person, but An Ying stopped him and pulled him back.

"He's fine." An Ying gestured for him to take the Weird Object. "He can handle dealing with the other paper figures."

Qin Rang glanced down at his left hand. It would take time for the paint to soak into his body, and his palm was slowly turning into paper, the speed of which was still under control.

"Are you Modian?" Qin Rang asked, trying to communicate with the strange creature that had approached but hadn't killed him.

Modian tilted his head. "You know Modian?"

"I know you too, and my Master knows you too."

"But you're too weak. Master said you're too weak to defeat Modian, Modian can kill you."

"Sizzle--"

Qin Rang's wrist was also turned into paper, and the live streaming equipment simultaneously became useless, causing the live stream to suddenly disconnect.

Lin Nieran didn't see any follow-up, so he went to Modian himself to take a look.

Qin Rang put on the Evil Ghost Mask, and all the paper around him disappeared, Rules of paper ineffective.

"It seems we haven't reached a decisive victory." Qin Rang's voice came from beneath the Evil Ghost Mask.

Modian stared at Qin Rang in shock, his hands trembling uncontrollably. He dropped his pen, spilling paint everywhere.

"Perfect... perfect!"

"The perfect material for creating works of art!"

As he spoke, Modian clutched his heart in distress, a half-smile playing on his lips, "I almost ruined a work of art just now, it was too dangerous."

"That was too dangerous! It shouldn't have happened!!"

"Boom!"

The two energies collided violently, Qin Rang was thrown several meters away by the impact, the Evil Ghost Mask on his face faintly flickering with eerie blue flames.

An Ying grabbed Qin Rang's clothes to stop his momentum. "Are you alright?"

Qin Rang's face beneath the mask was already showing signs of barely suppressed madness. He struggled to suppress the bizarre thoughts raging in his mind and pulled himself back to his senses, saying, "It's alright. You take the containment team away and help me hold him off."

"Good."

In Wutong District, Lin Nieran withdrew his gaze, nodded in satisfaction, and commented on Modian: "Not bad, he has managed to control his mind and hasn't completely gone mad."

007 watched with trepidation: [Host, won't you run into trouble by relentlessly attacking the Protagonist Group like this? What if Modian actually kills the main characters?]

"If they're really dead, then there's nothing I can do." Lin Nieran spread his hands. The Instance in the community was somewhat related to him; he had accidentally sucked them into a place that wasn't their place at this time, so he helped them more.

But this time it was purely their own fault for running into it; it had nothing to do with him. If anyone is to blame, it's their own bad luck.

Lin Nieran initially planned for them to encounter Black Cat, and he had even spoken to Modian and the Worship God about it. But who knew they would run into Modian first?

If we're talking about who's the most uncontrollable among his Vest, it has to be Modian.

It's probably fate that they met like this; when fate brings people together, no one can stop it.

[If we die, our mission will fail! Host, don't just give up like this!] 007 was frantic, spinning around in circles.

"What do you know? How can they grow if they don't do this?" Lin Nieran calmly took a sip of water and said, "Only by experiencing more storms can they see the rainbow of hope. The protagonist's halo is very strong; the greater the danger, the greater the reward."

[But all this trouble was brought about by you, host. The boss of the Weird Instance was defeated by Modian. Is there anything to gain?]

"That's not important—look how calmly he handles S-Rank anomalies now, that's enough to tell you whether his abilities have improved!"

Lin Nieran muttered to himself, "Letting Modian chase them for a day should be about right. If they're still alive by then, we need to give them time to bring the Authorities to Yangcheng..."

007 was amazed; it was the first time he had ever seen the original main characters treated like workhorses.

"Were you secretly cursing me in your mind just now?" Lin Nieran suddenly grabbed the 007 ball.

[No] 007 immediately denied it.

Seeing that it was getting late and it was already dark outside, Lin Nieran stopped arguing with the system, got up and went into the Bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he saw Lin Yi sitting on the sofa playing with a dagger.