parentshiftbook Chapter 754 Life is Like a Play
Chapter 754 Life is Like a Play
Jemin's Dharma form is slowly squeezing into the dimensional barrier.
The dark golden light rubbed violently against the sky-blue light patterns on the surface of the barrier at the edge of the crack, splashing out large swathes of tiny energy sparks, as if two completely different orders were tearing each other apart in the void.
The octopus-man fleet continued to unleash a barrage of firepower.
Various attacks bombarded him relentlessly. Apart from the high-compression energy salvo that required the coordinated effort of tens of thousands of warships, which could still push him back a distance, the other attacks were hardly enough to truly shake him.
At this rate, he will be able to completely break through the dimensional barrier in a few hours.
But just then, an attack came silently from deep within the fleet.
The attack appeared abruptly, without any warning or energy fluctuations.
The attack resembled a transparent thread stretched to its limit, so fine that it was impossible to detect with the naked eye.
However, wherever it passed, the space itself was neatly and cleanly divided in two.
Jemin's True Deception-Piercing Eyes immediately detected the thread.
But by the time you catch it, it's already right in front of you.
too fast.
The time interval between the attack's launch and its impact was compressed to almost zero by some force, leaving him no time to dodge or activate his protective Dharma form. The next instant, a layer of grayish-white light unfolded before him.
It was a solidified domain woven from countless runes of the laws of pain, as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it stood firmly in front of the transparent thread.
The transparent thread was silently dissolved the moment it collided with the grayish-white light.
Jemin turned his head abruptly.
Viola was standing not far behind him, her right hand with its five fingers spread, her palm facing the direction of the gray-white light.
Her posture was exactly the same as when she infiltrated the dimensional barrier before.
But at this moment, the smile that usually held a hint of schadenfreude on her lips had completely changed, becoming a satisfied smile of prey finally stepping into a trap.
"Finally finished."
She spoke slowly, her voice carrying a hint of barely suppressed smugness.
"Thank you for your hard work. You have successfully invaded a part of the plane's origin."
Upon hearing this, Jemin's eyes lit up immediately.
The level eight octopus-men who had been hiding deep within the warship fleet also changed their expressions drastically at the same moment.
Jemin knew perfectly well what Viola had done.
The moment they discovered that this plane had already been occupied by a multi-race alliance, the two engaged in a brief tactical communication via mental energy. The primary issue at hand was never how many troops the enemy had, but rather... since the enemy had already controlled so many level-six and above combatants, they must have already achieved initial control over the plane's origin.
What does it mean when the origin of a plane is completely controlled by the enemy?
This means that the other side can manipulate the plane to self-destruct at any time, taking all the invaders with them.
If we were to force our way in under these circumstances, even if we eventually crushed the enemy, we might still end up losing everything.
Therefore, the first thing the two of them really need to do is not to fight, but to seize control of the plane's origin.
At the very least, we must ensure that the other party is incapable of even self-destructing.
Based on Viola's previous remote detection results and the current reality, even if this plane has shifted due to time turbulence, the octopus people will not occupy it for very long.
The short duration of their occupation meant that their control over the plane's origins was not yet fully consolidated, and the possibility of infiltration and power grabs remained. The timing they chose was precisely the best possible.
Jemin and Viola have only just begun their intrusion into the plane; they haven't actually entered the plane yet.
Even if the other side is really pushed to the brink and wants to self-destruct, the first to suffer damage will be the enemy units, not these two who haven't really gone deep yet.
So from the very beginning, Jemin's seemingly brutal breakthrough was a carefully designed feint.
A colossal dualistic form.
The barrier was torn apart with bare hands in a spectacular display.
It withstood all the firepower and still stood firm.
All of this was done to exaggerate the "performance" as much as possible, so as to firmly capture the octopus-man's attention.
The fleet was firing at him, the commander was watching him, and level seven or eight creatures lurking in the shadows were also on guard.
While everyone's attention was focused on the golden giant tearing the sky apart overhead, no one noticed that a wisp of gray-white law tendril was silently spreading into the depths of the plane like a vine from the outside of the dimensional barrier.
Viola remained standing behind him throughout.
On the surface, she was just watching him get beaten with a smile.
In reality, her domain of solidified pain laws had already begun to extend towards the very origin of the plane long before it penetrated the dimensional barrier. Pain laws do not possess a natural advantage in the struggle for control of the plane's origin.
The Law of Pain is better at understanding emotions, perceptions, pain, and resonance than matter and energy.
In terms of directly vying for recognition within a plane, it is far less direct than those elemental laws.
But Viola had her own way of doing things.
She drew strength from the pressure she felt from Jemin's brutal breakthrough.
The more fearful, desperate, and painful the octopus-woman is, the more these negative emotions will become nourishment for her laws.
She layered these fears and pains together, which in turn influenced the octopus-men's control over the plane's origin.
Emotional fluctuations can affect mental strength.
Fluctuations in mental energy can affect the precision of control.
However, once the control precision decreases, flaws will appear.
Just a moment ago, the level eight octopus-man finally couldn't help but make a move, and Viola seized the opportunity.
The attack was incredibly fast, ruthless, and precise, but it also meant that the attacker had focused an excessive amount of attention on it. Because of this, all the octopus-men's attention was instantly drawn to the transparent thread—including those maintaining control over the plane's origin.
Once attention is diverted, the control over the origin of the plane will be slightly weakened.
It was in that very moment.
Viola released all the fear and pain she had accumulated in one go, using the opponent's strength against them, directly shattering a portion of their control. At the same time, she drove her own solidified domain of laws deep into the origin of the plane like a wedge.
This tiny bit of control may be insignificant to the very origin of the plane.
But for the octopus-man who held the reins of control, it was already fatal enough.
At least, enough to stop them from launching a dimensional self-destruction.
As the dimensional barrier in front of him gradually shrank, a cold smile slowly crept onto Jemin's lips.
Then, with a cold smile, he dispelled the dual Dharma form.
The 500-kilometer-tall golden phantom silently dissipated in the void, revealing its true form, which was a thousand meters tall.
The octopus-man fleet's detectors simultaneously went on a frantic alarm: "Warning! Warning! Enemy energy readings are rising rapidly!"
Upon seeing this, the octopus leader couldn't help but widen his eyes.
On the reconnaissance instruments, the target's volume shrank dramatically, but its energy density increased instead of decreasing, appearing even more dangerous due to its more concentrated convergence. Jemin stretched comfortably; he no longer needed to act.
The exaggerated Dharma image and the wide rift were only meant to attract attention, not to actually allow him to "squeeze" in.
His true form is only a few thousand meters in diameter. Even with the protective layer of the Returning Void Armor, it is only a few thousand meters. There is no need to tear a rift across the continent in the dimensional barrier.
All of this was to make the octopus-man believe that a gigantic monster, so large it blotted out the sky, was trying to break out of its shell.
The threat of the plane's own self-destruction has now been eliminated.
He certainly didn't need to maintain that ridiculously exaggerated physique to draw attention.
The next instant, Jemin's thousand-meter-tall true form rushed directly into the dimensional rift that had been torn open earlier.
The golden figure sliced through the butter like a red-hot knife, passing through the still-firing fleet without hindrance, and landed steadily inside the atmosphere.
Then, he re-emerged the dualistic form.
A golden phantom, 500 kilometers high, rose directly from the center of the octopus-man fleet formation, unfolding out of thin air directly above their entire fleet formation.
At the same instant, all the warships' detectors issued piercing alarms.
When Jemin stopped concealing his energy fluctuations, the target parameters on the scanning interface instantly broke through the level 5 limit and surged toward the level 7 energy level.
Inside the command center of the flagship "Iron Curtain," the octopus leader stood before the command center, staring intently at the golden giant so close to him on the screen. The whiskers on his face had turned so white that not a trace of their original color could be seen.