Chapter 887 - You Can Call Me Painter (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

The students in the school ran like crazy, but where could they run?

Hiding was merely delaying the final ending. The monsters from the red city did not need the school’s consciousness, so everything was nutrients for them to consume. The school gate slammed against the walls, which collapsed under the weight of the briars. The man’s left foot stepped into the school, and the blood fog pooled behind him like a wave.

“This is much simpler than anticipated.” Fog covered his entire body so that only a blurry figure could be seen. His head slowly moved before turning to look at the blood mirror above his head.

“Every Specter behind the door is creating hell; only you would create a heaven.” There was a trace of mockery in the man’s voice. “But if you’d seen true heaven, you wouldn’t be abandoned behind the door.”

He raised his feet and continued forward. There was no one in the school who dared stop him, be it the Specters collected by the school or the Red Specters born at the school. More cracks appeared on the mirror in the sky, and the buildings in the mirror kept crumbling. Lin Sisi’s group could not hold on any longer.

“Looks like there is no need to keep holding on.” The painter stood on the roof of the lab building. He looked at the crumbling campuses and lifted his hand. One of his fingertips touched the sky. It was a mirror, a mirror made from endless memories and consciousnesses. “This is not heaven. This is merely a painting, a painting that I haven’t named.”

The fingertip phased through the mirror, and blood vessels rushed toward the painter. When his finger extended through the mirror, it was stained with blood.

“Since this painting is ruined, I’ll just draw a new one. I need a new canvas and new paint.” His body passed through the mirror, and his shirt was dyed fully red. The painter on the campuses was as quiet as the ocean, calm and silent, but the painter who passed through the mirror gave off another feeling. It was hard to describe. His every move pushed people away. After the painter left the mirror world, the mirror in the sky started to peel in large flakes like it was raining blood.

“Have you given up?” The person in the blood fog did not rush forward. He lifted his head to the sky like he was trying to sniff something out. The painter on the rooftop had disappeared, but every mirror that fell from the sky was reflecting his image. When the first mirror landed on the ground, it shattered into small vessels that eventually coagulated into the shape of the painter. He stood alone in the field before the school. The blood fog curled around his body, and black briars grew around him, but he did not evade like the other Specters.

“The school’s consciousness has split, and you have personally ruined your last hope. Chang Wenyu is seriously injured. How do you expect to stop a whole city alone?” The man in the fog stopped moving. “You could have learned from Chang Wenyu and run from this place. I know there has to be other exits inside the school.”

“Exit?” The painter’s shirt was dyed red. The blood vessels weaved around his body, covering his heart. “You are standing at the exit, aren’t you?”

The broken mirror fell on the painter’s body, cutting out wounds. The distance between the sky and the ground seemed so short that there was only a person between them.

“I am the Specter that is feared by everyone at this school, so when everyone is afraid, I will stand at the forefront.” He opened his arms, and many arms weaved from blood shot out from behind him. They pushed back the fog and lifted the mirror above him!