parentshiftbook Chapter 634 Beating him into submission
Chapter 634 Beating him into submission
Chapter 634 Beating him into submission
Jemin had anticipated that he would become a target, after all, he was currently the only person within the barrier whose domain was not solidified by laws.
The graffiti attacks came like a tidal wave.
Dozens of graffiti figures appeared in the air, each distorting Jemin's image.
Some tried to snap his neck, some tried to tear his body apart, and some tried to pull something out of his body.
Jemin's reaction to such an attack was rather indifferent.
He didn't activate any special protection, didn't cast any defensive spells, and didn't even stand up from the stone edge of the fountain.
He just sat there, enduring the bizarre attacks of the graffiti with his soul and body.
This is why Jemin was able to sense the characteristics of that power more clearly.
He looked at his arm with some surprise, silently experiencing the power within.
Unlike conventional elemental strikes, this power is something more subtle.
It's like modifying the "settings" of one's own arm.
This is a questioning of "existence" itself!
The graffiti is bizarre; it's not attacking him, but rather "rewriting" his story.
It tries to tell the victim that you are not who you are now, and that you should become someone else.
But Jemin's body was much stronger than it had imagined.
Once the true form is forged, the body-forging technique, which is integrated with instinct, reveals its terrifying power at this moment.
Faced with this unprecedented attack method, Jemin's true form underwent adaptive evolution at an astonishing speed.
The first attack failed to have any effect; the damage was barely dealt before Jemin's body adapted and became immune.
In an instant, Jemin's body evolved to be resistant to the Graffiti Monster's attack methods, rendering the Graffiti Monster's command that "you should become something else" meaningless.
I received your instructions, but I do not agree with them.
Therefore, it is invalid.
Jemin opened his eyes, a flash of dark golden light passing through his pupils.
He extended his right hand.
The pale finger that was floating in the air was pulled down by an invisible force and landed steadily in his palm.
His fingers trembled slightly in his palm, and the liquid under his fingernails soaked his skin.
Salty.
But just as Jemin began to taste the saltiness, his body automatically evolved to become immune to the curse.
"The speed of this evolution is faster than I initially expected."
Jemin shook his head and took out a test tube from his inner sanctum.
That was the container used to store the origin of the plane. It was made of special crystal and its inner wall was coated with a magic array that could prevent the penetration of laws.
For a creature like the Weird that can dissolve into the rules, this is the best sealing vessel.
He opened the sealed cap of the test tube, stuck his salty finger inside, and resealed it.
The blue light inside the test tube flickered briefly before settling down.
The salty finger lay quietly in the test tube, motionless, like an exhibit in a museum.
"The salty fingers are sealed." Jemin hovered the test tube beside him, looking up at the ever-changing graffiti in the air. "Keep shrinking the barrier. Force this big guy out too."
"learn."
The barrier then continued to shrink.
As the diameter decreases, the graffiti's bizarre reactions become increasingly intense.
The graffiti in the air has reached an almost insane level, with hundreds of images appearing, changing, disappearing, and then new ones appearing at the same time.
Colors explode, intertwine, and merge in the air, creating a chaotic visual noise.
When the barrier's diameter shrank to ten meters, the graffiti-like eeriness could no longer maintain that pure conceptual state.
Its "body" began to appear in the air.
It was a shapeless mass.
Its surface is covered with ever-changing graffiti, switching patterns every second, from portraits to animals to abstract graphics to completely incomprehensible symbols.
It was about the size of a carriage, shaped like a crumpled piece of paper, with its edges constantly extending outwards and then receding, as if testing the boundaries of the barrier.
Seeing that the person in question had finally appeared, Jemin also stood up.
He looked up at the chaotic mass, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a sample on a lab bench.
"Shrink again," he said.
"If you shrink any further, it will touch you." The voice of the sorcerer in the dark blue robe came from above.
"I want it to touch me."
The barrier continued to shrink.
Eight meters, six meters, five meters in diameter —
The graffiti was so eerily plastered on Jemin's head.
Graffiti tentacles kept reaching out from its surface, trying to touch Jemin's body.
But every time it was touched, the tentacles would quickly retract as if they had been burned.
The resistance developed through the body-forging method made Jemin's body like a red-hot iron to the Graffiti Monster.
Jemin raised his left hand.
The skin color changes on the arms, starting from the shoulders.
It changed from a normal skin tone to a deep, dark gold, as if it had been infused with a metallic luster by some ancient power.
The muscle lines became more defined beneath the dark gold skin, and subtle rune patterns appeared on the knuckles of the fingers.
Partial realism.
He did not fully reveal his thousand-meter-tall True Body of Refining Emptiness; he only transformed his left hand into the form of the True Body.
In his true form, he is an "information-based being".
On a "biological" level, he in his true form and these strange entities integrated into the rules are similar creatures.
Faced with Jemin's change, Graffiti Weird seemed to sense danger.
It began to retreat frantically, but the barrier had shrunk to only five meters in diameter, leaving it nowhere to retreat.
The graffiti tentacles waved wildly in the air, trying to create some kind of chaos to distract Jemin, but Jemin's gaze remained fixed on its core.
The dark gold left hand reached into the bizarre graffiti-covered "body".
Jemin could feel the texture, like grasping a viscous, semi-fluid mass.
The ever-changing graffiti struggled and twisted between his fingers, trying to escape.
But the dark gold fingers were like five iron clamps, firmly gripping it.
Then, Jemin raised another arm, which was also partially manifested as a real body.
Clench your fist and slam it down!
Snapped!
The graffiti's bizarre surface explodes with chaotic colors, like a shattered kaleidoscope.
Two punches.
It emitted a sound that was not a sound, but a shriek that exploded directly at the level of consciousness.
There were no words in that scream, only the fear of being driven to the brink of despair.
Punch after punch.
Jemin's movements were precise and efficient, each punch landing precisely on the most crucial spot of the graffiti-like creature.
Those areas where causal lines are most dense, graffiti changes most frequently, and energy fluctuations are most intense.
The graffiti was being beaten and kept shrinking, its size decreasing from the size of a carriage to the size of a millstone, and then from the size of a millstone to the size of a washbasin.
The ever-changing graffiti began to become sluggish, and the colors were no longer vibrant, like a faded old painting.
It started to tremble.
Jemin could feel the trembling; it was an instinctive fear.
The eerie creature was curled up in his dark gold palm, like a cat being held by the scruff of its neck.
High in the sky, eight level six wizards witnessed the entire process.
"This—" The young witch opened her mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Tsk tsk tsk—" The burly male wizard rubbed his eyes. "Looks like this guy's pretty good at bio-engineering."
"Without the laws of solidification, without energy protection, he just used his body to withstand the graffiti's attack and then beat it into a heap." The skinny wizard couldn't help but widen his eyes. "His physical resistance is even stronger than mine."
The wizards were not astonished by Jemin's power, but by his behavior.
They can do what Jemin can do, but only if they take proper precautions.
Faced with such a special creature that can integrate with the laws of nature, relying solely on direct physical contact—what's the difference between that and being exposed to nuclear radiation without protective gear?!
The sorcerer in the dark blue robe was silent for a few seconds, then said softly, "Continue to shrink the barrier. Help him suppress that thing."
The barrier then continued to shrink.
The graffiti's bizarre size has been compressed to the size of a basketball. The graffiti on the surface is still changing, but the speed has slowed to once per second, and the pattern that changes each time is almost the same: a curled-up, shivering human figure.
Jemin clasped his hands together, cradling the bizarre graffiti in his palms and kneading it vigorously like dough.
The graffiti tentacles that tried to escape were crushed one by one by his fingers, and the concepts that tried to spread again were suppressed by the power of his true form.
In the end, he rolled the bizarre graffiti into a ball.
A fist-sized ball with faint graffiti marks still on its surface.
It stopped struggling and trembling, and simply stayed quietly in Jemin's palm, like a tamed wild beast.
Jemin took out another container from the cave within his body.
It was a container specifically designed to hold materials containing laws. He opened the lid of the container, inserted the graffiti ball, and then sealed it.
The surface of the container flashed with the light of runes a few times, then returned to stillness.
Two sealed containers floated in mid-air above the fountain square, one containing a pale finger and the other containing a curled-up graffiti ball.
They spun quietly in the amber light, like two newly completed works of art.
He clapped his hands and stepped out of the barrier.
His hands had returned to their normal skin color from their dark gold color, showing no signs of the battle that had just taken place.
He walked to the edge of the barrier, glanced back at the two floating containers, and then nodded to the wizards high in the sky.
"It can be sealed now."
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Eight level-six wizards attacked simultaneously.
At that moment, the barrier transformed into a sealing spell, pressing down on the two containers from all directions.
The surface of the energy barrier was covered with dense runes, which locked the two containers firmly inside.
The seal was completed quickly.
The sorcerer in a dark blue robe slowly descended from the sky and landed beside Jemin.
He glanced at the two containers, then at Jemin, and paused for a few seconds before saying, "Well done."
"Thank you for the compliment."
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