Act.Fin Heaven
Foreword:
Life's journey is long and uncertain. But do not be afraid, for only those who are fearless will find a path ahead.
[Part 1: Top Instructor]
"Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello!"
The chaotic electrical currents of the Canaanite life forms transformed into a torment that reached directly to the soul.
"This guy looks tough! Hasben! Are you really going to fight him head-on?"
As he shouted Lawrence Madison's real name, Hasben had already unleashed his soul power, like lighting a lamp in the darkest night, urging his nemesis to come quickly for the final battle.
The carnivorous Canaanite pressed for answers, emphasizing the advantages and disadvantages—
"--Let me make this clear from the start! If this guy kills you, I'll do everything I can to escape into Lawrence Madison's body!"
Hasben: "Such a good thing?"
"People strive for higher positions! Water flows downhill!" Little Canaan said, "Even animals know how to seek advantage and avoid harm! They all understand that survival is more important than anything else! Anyone with eyes can see the difference between you and them."
When Lawrence Madison heard Hasben's call, his eyes widened in surprise for a moment before he immediately revealed a cunning and ruthless expression, like that of a jackal.
"Glory's two-faced nature doesn't surprise me at all. You're still alive, you brat!"
Separated by a large gate, an insurmountable barrier—
Outside the back door of the infirmary, Hasben heard his biological father's vicious and angry mockery.
"Want to come over? Take a few steps inside? You already possess the power of the Butterfly God, while I'm just recovering from serious injuries." Lawrence's expression was cold. Seeing the figure outside the door was like seeing another version of himself. "Your soul power is actually in the form of a girl, hahahahahahahahahaha!"
Little Canaan was sweating bullets for Hasben and quickly warned him, "Hasben! Don't listen to his nonsense! Don't get angered by this old dog!"
Hasben silent, but the veins bulging on his forehead didn't lie—
He was furious, like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.
"If you dare to cross this gate, you'll be as fragile as a baby! Torn to pieces by the Heaven's Gate!" Lawrence kindly reminded his son, "You must be very resentful! I'm right in front of you, but you can't do anything! You can't accomplish anything! How long have you been chasing me? It's over 1,300 kilometers from Yellow Bull Town to Clearwater Bay."
The demon, head held high and chest puffed out, said smugly.
"The round trip is over 2,600 kilometers, almost spanning the entire European continent. Did they travel that far just to die?!"
He displayed the powerful and majestic manifestation of the Heaven's Gate.
"I've fought round after round against the warriors of Ming De —my body is covered in severe mental damage. Look! Hasben, perhaps just one punch or kick would be enough for you to shut me up forever. But you can't! You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it!"
He told the children about sweet memories.
"As expected, children will always be children. A few words are enough to make you stand there, too scared to move. Isn't your anger enough? How about I go to the ward and be intimate with your mother again? You know, after all these years, according to the rating standard—I'd give my night with Sunny a 99 out of 100, the only reason I lost points is because of you, you little beast."
"You old beast!" Hasben charged toward the gate!
Lawrence was overjoyed.
--Young people, don't be so naive!
He knows these hotheads who are prone to acting on their emotions and believe that anger can overcome all obstacles best!
"Heaven's Gate! Chop him to pieces!"
The pristine white marble statue pressed gloomily against the wooden frame of the infirmary's back door! The instant Hasben entered the corridor, he could send the enemy's limbs to the multi-purpose room by rapidly activating his ability to cancel his Soul Power, only to divide them into dozens of unequal pieces of flesh!
Its killing efficiency was terrifying. Lawrence was so excited that he could hardly contain himself. He never expected that his own son was still so naive and childish, wanting to decide the outcome in the first round!
The moment Hasben cleared the doorframe, Lawrence felt time slow down.
He watched helplessly as his son's body was torn apart by the Heaven's Gate, strange crackling sounds echoing in the air, then a chilling realization dawned on him—
Hasben stood perfectly intact in the room, completely unharmed.
The young man was almost driven mad with rage! His blood-red hair crackled with strange golden lightning.
"You old dog! You can call me stupid, incompetent, naive, and childish! But to speak ill of my mother to my face! I'll break every single bone in your body!"
"Why!" Lawrence's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief, his breathing quickened, and his blood pressure suddenly spiked to its peak!
Why can't the Heaven's Gate cause any real harm to this kid?
Why?!
The last time Hunwei killed Hasben, I could smell the blood and chunks of flesh spurting from his body!
But this time, not even any blood came out!
Has my psychic power failed?
This is impossible! This is impossible!
As the two drew closer, Lawrence's legs went weak, and he nearly fainted from fright. His last remaining fighting spirit urged him to leave immediately! But an overwhelming sense of shame held him firmly in place.
We cannot escape! We absolutely cannot escape!
This is my last Rabbit Hole! And the final trial of my life!
I must kill Hasben, or I will lose everything. Even if I escape to the ends of the earth, the blood curse that Sunny Booker left in my life will always drive Hasben to find me and kill me!
The Heaven's Gate threw a punch at Hasben!
The pure white marble pierced through the young man's skull, splashing a burst of golden light, and then, as if hitting thin air, completely passed through the illusory statue.
"Illusion?!" Lawrence retreated step by step, his Soul Power also pulling him away from Hasben as it was pulled away from the maximum range.
The real Hasben Madison stood in the rainy night, on the concrete drying area of the infirmary, just past the main entrance, about to slip behind Lawrence.
His soul power manifested as a bolt of lightning from the electric pump beside the well. The intense arc of electricity vibrated the rainwater, and the distorted air transformed into his humanoid form. Just as lightning records images in an instant, it created the phantom of Hasben.
"What kind of illusion is this?" Lawrence was completely baffled, unable to fathom his son's true spiritual power. "Is it controlling the current? But could that kid really perform such a precise operation?"
This wicked old father completely disregarded his child's talents.
"In just two short months, after gaining Soul Might, he was able to pull off such an astonishing illusion, slipping away right under my nose and leaving this Arcane Avatar behind—his growth rate is too fast. Too fast! He must be killed!"
At this very moment--
Hasben picked up his sleeping mother and went ahead to take her to a safe place.
Continuing to fight Lawrence here is not a wise choice. The Heaven's Gate is almost invincible in narrow terrain. If Mom falls into the hands of this devil as a hostage, Hasben has no chance of winning.
The ability to create afterimages using electric arcs is a benefit of the Canaanite lifeforms' near-supercomputer-like superpowers; Hasben cannot yet perform such precise operations.
There are other patients in the clinic; we must take my mother away and lure this demon away!
Hasben carried Sunny and fled like the wind, crashing into the torrential rain. The damp, cold air rushed towards them, and in the distance lay a muddy country road with nothing that could be called a "door."
After being thoroughly tricked by his son's little scheme, Lawrence followed the remnants of Soul Power's spiritual energy out of the courtyard and saw dozens of avatars resting on the concrete ground in the rainy night.
They were all in different poses, like the figurines in a bizarre wax museum, all resembling Hasben.
For a moment, Lawrence was furious and had no choice but to grit his teeth and use his Soul Power to test each of the electric arc avatars one by one, shattering them with his fists instead of his feet.
He remained as cautious as ever, fearing that Hasben have left his true form here.
It took Lawrence almost two full minutes to walk more than fifty meters. Just as he stepped onto the country road, he saw the mother and child hurrying in the distance with the Blood-Given Monster's eyesight. Lawrence finally realized what was going on!
This kid is still so filial; I'm just afraid something might happen to Sunny Booker!
This is his weakness! His Gate of Death!
Once we capture Sunny Booker, killing Hasben will be a piece of cake!
No, no, no, there's no need to catch her! Even if the attack is aimed at Sunny Booker, this dutiful son will take the blame for his mother!
Beyond the nameless village, the woodland offers many natural shelters, and two hundred meters further south lies a cemetery and a church.
Hasben carried his mother up the hill. The cold rain had just awakened her when she saw her son hurriedly leave, abandoning her in God's land, by the fireplace.
Sunny: "Hasben?!"
The young ranger didn't say a word; it was too late to explain.
"I'm going to kill Lawrence."
Before I could finish speaking, my left hand, which was gripping the door frame, felt a sudden, sharp pain!
Hasben's eyes widened in anger as he saw that the fingers on his left hand had vanished, leaving only his index and ring fingers!
He looked up abruptly; the Heaven's Gate were perched on the church clock face, already touching the church doors.
Lawrence, who was more than 30 meters away, finally arrived and strolled in the church garden.
He summoned back his Soul Might, reached into the embrace of the Heaven's Gate and picked up his son's finger, feeding it to his stomach like a snack to replenish the mental and physical energy consumed by continuously activating Soul Might.
There is only one large door and one power switch here.
The church, used for preaching the Bible, retains basic broadcasting facilities and electricity for lighting.
The church was very simple, without even a confessional or a back door, and the glass windows were decorated with religious art paintings.
Hasben let out a heavy breathing sound.
Having traveled so far, crossing over 2,600 kilometers, no matter how powerful the Canaanite life was, it was impossible for it to create a reserve of primordial matter out of thin air.
After tasting his son's flesh and blood, Lawrence revealed a bloodthirsty look in his eyes before the sanctuary and charged towards Hasben!
"Spark Queen!"
A dazzling phantom burst forth from her weakened body! The Spark Queen suddenly swung her fist at the blood-soaked monster!
"Too weak! Too weak! Too weak!" Lawrence's cheek took the blow, but he didn't flinch, as if a little girl had lightly slapped him. "Are you trying to flirt with me, you brat!"
Heaven's Gate retaliated with a punch, its powerful arm slamming into Hasben's abdomen, leaving a horrifying dent!
Hasben coughed up blood; that punch had almost ripped his stomach open!
The clothes on her stomach were torn to shreds by the Heaven's Gate punches, and the skin was ripped open, revealing the torn muscle lines!
His soul power was far less destructive than his father's, so he threw a punch!
"Too weak! Too weak! Too weak!" Lawrence's mouth gaped wide as he bit into Hasben's right arm, tearing flesh and bone into his stomach. "Weak and powerless Homo sapiens! I will return to my territory! With your filthy psionic power and flesh! You dare to stand in my way?!"
Testing Hasben's strength round by round --
Lawrence finally abandoned his caution! He decided to send his son to heaven through the Heaven's Gate!
The pristine white marble statue once again spread its arms, making a circular gesture, as if to slice Hasben into pieces from top to bottom!
At that very moment, Lawrence remained motionless, as if possessed by a vengeful spirit, his very thoughts seemingly frozen.
Canaan Life: "Boy, this is probably the last time I'll help you. If I can overcome the will of this blood-bearing monster—if I can devour its essence—his body will be mine. After all, he looks stronger and more alluring than you."
Hasben covered the wounds on both arms, first with his right hand covering his left, but found that the injury on his right arm was more serious, so he switched to covering his right hand with his left, but the bleeding could not be stopped.
He could only manage a bitter laugh and a cold snort as he spoke to Canaan.
"Whatever you want."
At this very moment, Lawrence is battling the Canaanite life within him, trying to close another deal and sign a contract.
Lawrence is a seasoned veteran in the battle against the central nervous system and the thalamus. His understanding of drugs and his mastery of neurotransmitters and nerve signals mean that even without ever having seen a Canaanite life form, neither the excruciating pain of being torn to pieces nor the ecstasy of being in heaven can shake this demon who creates drugs.
The moment Lawrence regained control of his body, the instant his consciousness returned, he saw Hasben had already ripped the light cables in the foyer—
How long was I unconscious?
--About six seconds?
--The kid finally limped over to the power line.
With these thoughts flashing through his mind, Lawrence charged toward the dying Hasben.
He could sense that the reason this kid possessed such sophisticated soul power was definitely related to some strange life form in his blood!
If we consume him, perhaps the Heaven's Gate can evolve.
The lightning bolt, as swift as a golden python, struck Lawrence's shoulder and neck, nearly tearing the flesh of the blood-soaked monster apart.
Lawrence showed no sign of crying out in pain or hesitating; his strong, powerful, blood-soaked body protected him!
The moment the circuit breaker trips due to a short circuit is the death knell for Hasben!
At this moment, Hasben had exhausted all his tricks and had no more options left.
He watched helplessly as Lawrence tackled him to the ground, using his strong legs to hold him down by the waist and abdomen, rendering his lower body powerless to fight, and then straddling him in the mud. Lawrence then grabbed one of his arms and began to devour the flesh of his arm.
"Unfortunately, Mr. Hasben-- "
Little Canaan controlled Hasben's right arm, its last remaining trophy, which was about to be taken by the enemy.
"--I'm no match for him. This old dog is stronger than you. He can control his own mind, he's mentally resilient, and ruthless."
The Spark Queen tried to help Hasben escape, but Heaven's Gate grabbed her by the neck, just like Lawrence had done to Sunny years before.
"I didn't expect the church's household electricity wouldn't do him much harm, Mr. Hasben." Canaan's tone was calm, devoid of much emotion. "You've lost. Even without the [door]—trying to kill the Bloodletter with your bare hands was wishful thinking."
Weak and powerless, Hasben didn't reply; he had already lost far too much blood. He was about to enter a state of blood loss blackout; his right arm had been gnawed down to just the elbow cartilage, and Lawrence was about to devour even more.
Canaan spoke as if he were giving Hasben end-of-life advice, "In a fleeting moment, I talked to this old dog about a new business deal, a new contract—he agreed almost without hesitation, as long as I helped him kill your son. God needs the Sabbath too, and every Saturday is my time to act, you understand? He's easier to talk to than you."
Hasben finally answered in his mind.
"Should I congratulate you instead?"
Little Canaan remained silent for a while, then began to curse as Hasben's large arm shattered.
"Fool! You reckless idiot! How dare you confront such an opponent head-on!"
"I've given you so many chances! I've saved you so many times! These losing deals have all gone to someone else's benefit! I can't get a single essence from you! I'm going to become this monster's meal!"
[Part ② Execution]
"Do you know Hasben Madison?! Do you know?! A strange feeling is corrupting me! It's driving me crazy! I'm so scared! I'm really scared!"
Hasben: "Life's journey is long and dark. But do not be afraid, for only those who are fearless will find a path."
Starting from the upper arm, Lawrence Madison's rate of devouring his son slowed down, as if Barry were swallowing poison rather than delicacies.
"Jacqueline Sirius was my previous host!" Canaan declared confidently. "What she left me wasn't just over twenty years of memories. There was also a tiny bit, just a tiny bit, of love for you. What did that stupid woman do to me?! Why do I feel such heartache?! Why do I feel like I possess a [heart]? Why is that?"
The energy that governs the activities of the sixty trillion cells in the human body is a weak bioelectricity.
After consuming approximately sixteen kilograms of raw material from Hasben, Lawrence's neck, throat, stomach, and digestive system were almost connected to his son by blood.
The Spark Queen and Canaan simultaneously controlled the monster, aiming to paralyze Lawrence's arms and brain, causing him to completely lose consciousness.
Hasben and Lawrence got into a fight.
The son was in so much pain that he couldn't speak and had almost lost all his senses.
--The father, due to the chaotic electrical signals, became delirious and lost all reason.
The moment they stumbled and rushed through the church doors—
Lawrence still dared not activate the power of the Heaven's Gate. Hasben practically grabbed Lawrence around the waist. If Lawrence were to use the Heaven's Gate to shred Hasben, Lawrence would be turned into minced meat along with him!
After repeated mental attacks, Lawrence finally succumbed. He kicked his dying son aside and staggered toward Sunny Booker.
Hasben already showing symptoms of hemorrhagic shock and can't see anything. The Spark Queen can help him use bioelectrical signals to identify the enemy's location, but he can't move anymore.
Lawrence Madison finally won!
His body was battered and bruised, covered in horrific wounds. Overwhelmed by Hasben's astonishing fighting spirit, he found Sunny Booker and immediately gripped her neck tightly, wantonly kneading Sunny breasts as if displaying a trophy.
"--Hahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha!"
The smile gradually froze, because everything was distorted and changing.
Outside the gate were low hills, beyond which lay villages with dim lights, and in the far distance, the camps and lights of Sweet Lake City.
They are like twisted, soft toffee, sending confused and disorienting signals along with the optic nerve, like hallucinations after taking drugs, gradually becoming illusory and ethereal.
A profound unease, a deep sense of fear, enveloped Lawrence Madison.
He looked closely—
--Puxi Ferdinand's last cassette tape slowly slipped from Sunny's mother's blood-stained blouse and fused with Lawrence's fleshy hand.
That cassette tape was the ultimate weapon that the Big Sister gave to Hasben. It was meant to deal with Teacher Victor, representing a soul-power attack that caused [sensory confusion].
[Heaven's Gate] flailed its arms wildly under the control of [Neighbor of Hell].
It punched Lawrence in the face, sending up a spray of foul-smelling blood!
Hasben was already unconscious; he could vaguely see Lawrence's staggering, disheveled body collapsing onto the wooden plank road.
--This demon was disgusting and nauseating; its eyes could no longer see anything normal. It was as if everything had turned into "<The Starry Night>."
As he touched the chair, he bumped into a sharp brass candlestick. Following the direction of his eyes, he headed towards the door, where he immediately smashed through the stained glass, cutting his face and suffering excruciating pain.
I fled back along the path I remembered! Finally, I crossed the door and escaped into the all-purpose room!
The moment the demon left, Sunny Booker awoke from her dazed state. Her mother hurriedly helped her son up, only to realize that she had once again saved Lawrence Madison's life!
Hasben spat out a mouthful of blood, and the cold wind and rain blowing in from outside brought him back to some consciousness.
"Don't worry, Mom."
Don't worry, it's over.
Good and evil will ultimately be rewarded!
Lawrence huddled in the multipurpose room, shivering.
Ferdinand Puxi was like a vengeful ghost, whose power should have dissipated with his master's life, but this cassette tape was like an indestructible curse, constantly eroding his central nervous system.
Perhaps we should wait a little longer, a few hours, a day or two. According to Chinese feng shui and metaphysics, the curse should disappear by the seventh day after the death of the deceased in Puxi.
The hallucinations that overwhelmed his senses rendered him immobile. Even when he stood up and took a single step, the entire multi-purpose room felt like a rolling stone, carrying his body and causing it to splatter with blood.
Behind the sealed gate lay only cold stones and dirt; he began to regret it.
--Why build the Anywhere Door in such a safe and enclosed space?
By the seventh day, Lawrence was starving and his eyes were rolling back in his head.
A sound that was both joyful and terrifying emanated from the room, as if many people were gently knocking on the door outside the quiet room.
Was it a ghost? Or a living person?
Regardless, perhaps something stumbled upon this multi-purpose room by sheer chance! Perhaps it discovered Lawrence's top-secret lair!
From which direction did it come?
Above or below?
Lawrence couldn't tell; his brain was already malfunctioning, making it impossible for him to make accurate directional judgments.
A bright light illuminated the dark room, causing Lawrence to instinctively cover his eyes and scream in agony.
The Big Sister, with light steps, carried a shovel and an axe, and danced.
Like their older sister, A Xing and her Big Sister swayed and danced like the Axe Gang from a movie as they approached the demon.
Just as Xue Ming had thought, no one knew where the multi-purpose room was.
That must have been Lawrence's most secure and happiest secret room.
It is not wealth, power, friendship, or love. It is a sense of peace that comes from the depths of the soul, the tomb of Milik.
"Should you go first or me?" the Big Sister asked A Xing, putting down her shovel.
A Xing struggled to lift the axe handle, her innocent yet incredibly cruel expression asking, "Shall we do it together?"
The Big Sister raised her axe!
The A Xing struck down fiercely!
Lawrence's legs were bleeding profusely! He immediately used his Soul Might to defend himself after being injured!
"Wah-la-la!" A crimson spirit burst forth from A Xing's body! The surge of fury shattered the stone head of the Heaven's Gate!
Lawrence was like a writhing worm crawling on the ground, but he could never find the exit through the door!
The Big Sister stepped on Lawrence's back, pulled out the bloodied axe blade, and then swung it down again!
A Xing: "Wait a minute!"
Big Sister: "Is there a problem?"
A Xing handed the axe to Hasben: "Leave an assist for them."
Hasben, covered in dust and dirt, squeezed into the tomb chamber, and the moment he saw his biological father, he was almost driven mad with rage!
He took the axe, and like he was processing food, stepped on Lawrence's right arm, chopping it into about ten pieces!
Big Sister: "Wait a minute!"
Hasben: "Is there a problem?"
The Big Sister handed the axe to Sunny Booker.
Sunny looked at the blood-splattered room. "Isn't this too cruel?"
The Big Sister said, "What do you think, Hasben?"
Hasben simply shook his head.
The Big Sister lit a cigarette and placed the laurel wreath on Sunny's head, intending to use the pyroxene to enhance the ordinary person's spiritual power.
"Your son said! Make it any crueler! It's not enough!"
Sunny's eyes were resolute and filled with determination.
--Faced with the demon that had destroyed most of her life's happiness, she swung her axe.
Lawrence had no other thoughts left but "death."
However, his strong, blood-converted body made his death process very slow.
As the VIPs took turns appearing, Jason Megan was startled when he took the axe from Wen Bucai's hand. His keen Inspiration could almost sense the cruel axe torture Lawrence was enduring.
He saw the venomous insect, its limbs gone and even its penis crushed and mauled by an axe and hammer, writhing on the floor. Suddenly, he hesitated, and only lightly chopped it twice, adding two new wounds to its festering back before hastily finishing the job.
Lawrence's throat was mangled, his vocal cords were broken, he was blind, and his nasopharynx was blocked with blood and tears, so he could not utter a word and could only sob weakly.
"Kill me, kill me, kill me!"
The Ming De Night Demon crouched beside the poisonous insect, removed his gloves, and Fragrant Dream emanated from his body.
Xue Ming revealed a terrifying smile--
"--Don't rush, there's still plenty of time!"