A reason to stand above
"Damn it, damn it, damn it...!"
The First Generation "Jung" felt his soul crumbling and cursed inwardly.
His current Life Form is very special; his entire soul is almost completely merged with the Authority of the "soul".
As a "Player" active in the same era as Old Zheng, the First Generation Jung was naturally not an ignorant person. Therefore, he also knew that although life and will that "coexist" with Authority were rare in the Ten Realms, they were not unique.
But... in this kind of life, he is also the "special" one!
Because what he has joined... is the Authority the "soul".
The Divine Power of this Authority naturally includes the "soul"!
Therefore, the First Generation Jung was very clear that his union with the Soul Authority was more intimate than any other will that coexisted with other Authority!
Although he was not Deity, nor had his level of existence undergone any fundamental improvement—in fact, from this perspective, the First Generation Jung knew he wasn't even a "Demigod."
However... his entire soul has perfectly enjoyed the full blessing of the "Soul Authority".
From this perspective alone, methods used by those below the Deity, methods that do not touch the Deity Domain, are indeed unlikely to harm the First Generation Jung.
At times, the First Generation Jung felt that perhaps he could be considered a "False God" or something similar.
This is also the source of his confidence.
He did indeed encounter the Second Generation "Freud"—though they never fought, the latter was unable to defeat him.
The First Generation Jung understood back then that although he lost many [Item] and the identity of "Player" because of "death," in a sense... he was actually stronger after facing death and being reborn.
Even though there are many people with "Tier 4" or even "Tier 5" strength making a move in this Shenzhen, the First Generation Jung knew that he was definitely not a marginal character.
In fact, he was indeed prepared to fight the Second Generation Freud again... Although his direct strength might be inferior, in this chaotic scene, if the opponent's strength was weakened, he would likely be able to defeat him and further control the entire "soul" Authority!
Even the First Generation Jung felt that perhaps "Schreiber" himself had a chance to make contact—although he had caused quite a stir in Shenzhen and affected tens of millions of people, and his courage was commendable... but he was only "Tier 3".
What's so scary about "Tier 3" to me now? Although the other party does resemble Zheng Jianshen somewhat, he's not the real "Freud"!
There are very few beings in the world who can threaten Deity- level being with only a "Tier 3" status!
So...
The same goes for this "Zhu Ming" in front of us.
Although it was surprising that she took the initiative to approach us and secure her position, and she seems to have some potential and talent... so what?
In the end, he's just a "Tier 3" "Player"...
The First Generation Jung had seen too many "geniuses," too many people with "talents," each of whom considered themselves extraordinary and were exceptionally talented in their respective fields.
But... no matter how talented a person is, they still have to follow "objective reality"—"Tier 3" means it's basically impossible for them to hurt themselves.
No matter how much this guy named "Zhu Ming" threatened to kill him, in the eyes of the First Generation Jung, it was nothing more than the ravings of a madman.
Later, it was discovered that she had treated the First Generation "Freud" and Zheng Jianshen in such an almost insulting way. Such ignorant fools, destined to go astray, would only have a "counterproductive" effect, no matter how talented they were. Therefore, the First Generation Jung naturally decided...
He wanted to kill her.
This is something I'm certain I can accomplish—the only difference is how much effort it will take.
Every living, conscious being must possess a soul structure.
Therefore, having control over the "Soul Authority," one can easily erase the other party.
Only...
Why is this happening?
By using the "Soul Authority" to create the "Crimson Mist Tide" and merging his own soul consciousness into the monster created by this Authority, he should be... no different from the Chosen of God of the souls.
The monster released by "Resentful Blood Soul" should have easily devoured and erased her soul.
But in fact... the opponent neutralized the attack.
At the same time, this self, which had become a complete "spirit" and no longer needed to breathe, also felt the pain of "drowning" again under the opponent's attack!
Without a doubt, if I do nothing, my consciousness will likely be swallowed up and drowned by this tide.
That wretched woman is incredibly lucky; she actually possesses the power to borrow Authority at the "Tier 3."
The First Generation Jung indeed filled with regret and frustration... He realized that he had sometimes underestimated these ordinary people—after all, they were "geniuses" in the conventional sense.
With a bit of luck, there is indeed a possibility of turning the tables on oneself.
But it's okay...
"I'll let you off this time... after all, we still need to continue studying the 'Diviner's' plans..."
"Once the chaos begins... I might need to find an opportunity to deal with that idiot 'Fluorvosamine,' and also to investigate and observe 'Schreiber'..."
"Moreover, with so much Authority she wields, I need to go back and prepare... Next time I encounter her, after fully unleashing the Soul Authority... I will surely be able to tear her soul apart and erase her will."
The First Generation Jung thought.
The tide was eroding his soul more and more deeply, and after the First Generation Jung finished his tirade, he had Leng Jing down.
In short, this time... let's retreat first.
"The next time, the next time... the next time we meet will be the day you die!"
The First Generation Jung then uttered a declaration that sounded like both a curse and a premonition, staring at the woman opposite him as he spoke in a hoarse voice.
Then...
All the bloody viscous fluid surged back into his soul Projection, and then his soul returned to his body.
His shattered and melted head was reshaped, and then his entire body and soul seemed to undergo some kind of reversal—the body that originally carried the soul now seemed to be enveloped and carried by the soul.
His body turned into a translucent, pale gray, and then he quickly retreated!
No, it wasn't moving backward... it "stopped".
The original First Generation Jung was sitting on the subway and relatively stationary with the speeding train, was no longer moving with the subway car and was instantly thrown out of the back of the car.
All of this happened in less than half a second. The First Generation Jung made a decisive decision to leave, leaving the other side no time to react.
He landed lightly on the subway tracks, carrying his laptop bag, and looked towards the subway.
The other person, seeing that he was escaping, didn't react at all—the short-haired girl in the white coat had already reached the top of the subway car.
But she didn't jump out of the car to chase after him, perhaps because... she had actually realized his strength and was wary of him.
He watched the girl's figure disappear into the distance with the subway, and then he caught his breath again.
"Hiss... Hoh..."
"Beast Master... oh... you certainly surprised me... oh..."
He was talking to himself, but his words were drowned out by the noise.
"Splash--"
In the ears of the First Generation Jung, the sound of the tide came from behind him.
He turned around and then saw...
The water curtain that had just rushed towards him was rapidly retreating!
The First Generation Jung was momentarily dazed, then came to his senses.
Yes... right, that was a "wave"!
The waves will surge past and crash onto the coastline...
At the same time, after that, the wave will "recede," will...
They left and then returned!
Just now, his sense of perception was almost blocked by the suffocating feeling of drowning, so the First Generation Jung almost ignored that he had already been submerged by the waves and was in the "Ocean"!
But now, the tide has receded.
"Whoosh--!"
Although he was aware of what had happened, the First Generation Jung had just ended his Spirit Body Transformation and was almost unable to react.
The water spray slammed into him, propelling him backwards back towards the subway!
Damn it!
The First Generation Jung wanted to break through this curtain of water, but he was astonished to find that... he couldn't do it at all.
This water curtain was as solid as a world barrier, higher than any barrier he had ever known or seen!
Even if I were to transform back into a spirit, it would be futile; it would be impossible to transcend this barrier.
The water curtain was able to pass through me because its owner "permitted" it!
Even the First Generation Jung had a vague feeling that... the solidity and insurmountable nature of this water curtain seemed to have nothing to do with "Authority"!
Authority is merely an added power.
Its characteristics originate from something higher than Authority.
"Where did you get this from?"
The First Generation Jung pondered, but he no longer had much time for academic research and deductive reasoning!
The water, like a curtain of waves, swept him up to the top of the subway car and pushed him in front of the woman.
The other person reached out and grabbed his throat, a terrifying Mental Power coursing through his entire body, rendering him immobile.
The woman was gripping his throat, her voice still gentle, her tone softening.
"Next time, next time, next time... You've been thinking about next time the whole time."
But... there won't be a next time.
"This is our only chance, First Generation Jung —life, sometimes, isn't what you imagine. There aren't many chances to start over. Some things only happen once. If you make the wrong choice or fail that time, there's no going back."
"This is why I can stand so high, the First Generation Jung."
"I never think about 'next time'."
As she spoke, she tightened her grip slightly, and the suffocating sensation returned—those slender hands seemed to simultaneously grip both the body and soul of the First Generation Jung.
"When I told you to run away just now, you didn't... Now, running away is no longer an option, First Generation Jung."
There are only two options available now.
"Submit, or... be annihilated."