Chapter 1360: Chapter 537: Self-Destruction, Slowing (Part 2)

This is precisely the crucial step to becoming an [Ancient Alchemist]—it’s not about conquering life, but understanding it.

When Ron held the wrench key and proclaimed success in solving the puzzle, the entire Alchemy Playground began to shake violently.

The ground cracked open like a canvas torn by a giant, revealing the bottomless void beneath.

Those amusement rides that once carried laughter—the Ferris wheel, carousel, roller coasters—all disintegrated amid the tremors.

"What’s happening?!"

Nari clung tightly to Ron, her six eyes wide with fear as she took in the surrounding chaos.

The entire world seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, blurring the boundaries of space.

The debris of the Alchemy Playground reorganized in mid-air, forming a new, terrifying architectural construct.

It was a circular platform suspended in the air.

The platform was pieced together from countless rusty metal plates, twisted bones, and broken pipes, with each seam seeping a dark red unknown liquid.

The whole structure looked precarious, as if it might collapse under the influence of gravity at any moment.

But Ron just nodded to his two family members and walked alone toward the center of the arena.

He knew that according to the trial’s rules, the next part was the boss battle stage.

Just as he expected, Fenrir jumped down from the throne, the wrench trembling in his hand.

"Nonsense! It’s all nonsense! What kind of crap deconstruction art! What pathetic compassion for life!"

He raised the wrench and pointed it at Ron and his two companions:

"Now, I’m going to dismantle you, this ’toy,’ with my own hands! Let’s see if you can continue your nonsensical heresy!"

As he spoke, his body was undergoing a horrific transformation.

The humanoid shape began to swell and twist; muscle tissues proliferated wildly. frⅇe

Bones crackled as they restructured themselves.

His limbs grew more robust, hands turning into claws; the entire body transformed into a four-legged beast’s form.

Metal implants protruded from his flesh, writhing across his skin like parasites.

The original scars turned into hideous armor plates, each radiating a menacing red glow.

Most terrifying were his eyes.

The original pair of eyes split into six crimson compound eyes, each burning with pure fury and a desire for destruction.

When all these eyes focused on a single target, the air itself seemed to distort subtly.

"Little bugs..."

Fenrir’s voice thundered like a storm, each syllable tinged with the harsh sound of metal scraping:

"You think you’ve cracked those childish puzzles and can escape my grasp? Here, only the strong survive!"

The battle was on the brink of erupting.

Fenrir let out a roar.

That sound reverberated through the enclosed space.

The mere roar accelerated the fall of the rocks at the platform’s edges, making the entire arena tremble.

His hind legs exerted force suddenly, and his four claws left deep scratch marks on the metal floor.

At a speed almost impossible for the naked eye to capture, the giant beast charged like a cannonball.

During the charge, Fenrir casually grabbed a floating metal platform fragment in mid-air.

In his hands, what was once an ordinary alloy material was reshaped by the Power of Time.

Its structure underwent countless forging processes in an extremely short period, becoming as hard as fine gold.

A giant war axe covered in barbs formed in his grasp.

Fenrir didn’t hesitate at all, swinging the Death God’s Axe heavily at his opponent.

If this strike hit, it could cleave a mountain into a rift valley.

The danger warning in Ron’s bloodline flashed red, yet he merely waved a hand gently in front of him, like a conductor waving a baton.

A shadow slowly rose behind him.

It was the projection of Leila, dressed in a gray robe with a face blank as a canvas.

Though merely a projection, the illusion technique waves emanating from her were still hair-raising.

That blank face occasionally displayed various expressions under the dim light, then reverted to nothingness.

When Fenrir saw this familiar figure, his charging momentum stalled.

Though currently possessed by rage, he retained a basic level of rationality.

The hunting bond between the hounds allowed him instinctively to sense the aura of a former companion.

"Leila?!"

His voice mixed with confusion and disbelief:

"You... how can you be here? You should be just like me..."

Before the words were finished, Fenrir suddenly realized something.

That projection, although possessing Leila’s appearance and abilities, was missing the most crucial element—an independent will.

This was nothing but a puppet under control, a brutal mimicry created by the enemy.

The Leila projection manipulated by Ron showed no hesitation, swiftly moving to meet the opponent.

Her movements resembled a dance, each step taken on air as if walking on solid ground.

A flicker of pain passed through Fenrir’s eyes but was quickly replaced by even stronger fury.

"Damn blasphemer!"

He gritted his teeth and struck directly and precisely at Leila’s projection without a moment’s hesitation.

Since this was merely an enemy ruse, he would personally put an end to it!

The giant axe met the projection, yet the anticipated splatter of flesh and blood did not occur.

At the moment of contact, Leila’s projection dissolved into a magnificent and ethereal Illusory Dream Mist, spreading like a burst soap bubble.

This mist shimmered with multicolored light, mesmerizing in its beauty.

Yet beneath this beauty lay a deadly trap.

The mist engulfed both the gigantic axe and Fenrir’s charging momentum, like a ravenous maw devouring everything.

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