Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Do you think you can hide your little tricks?"

She looked at Mo Yun in the mirror and turned her gaze back to the back of the Chaos Beast, her voice as light as a sigh.

"Why are you doing this..."

"You're trying to use the primordial chaos to break free, trying to reach some kind of tacit understanding with that Chaos Beast... I see it all. But Mo Yun, you've forgotten that I gave you your life, I gave you your strength, and even your breathing rate is under my observation."

"A puppet is a puppet after all, and cannot escape the control of God..."

The empty space became quiet, with only the rustling sound of flowing data, like someone was flipping through a book full of secrets.

She looked at the figure in the mirror who was still trying to find it. The outline of the light bands swayed slightly, and suddenly she whispered to herself:

"After all these years, and having raised so many 'specimens', you are the most...disobedient, and the most..."

"..."

The rest of the words were left unspoken, dissipating in the tide of data flow.

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In the abyss, Mo Yun finally gave up the search. He withdrew his gaze and looked back at the gaping wound of the Chaos Beast. The ice-blue halo on his fingertips became brighter.

"What exactly is that?"

The gaze from the dark was still there, like a gaze stuck on his back, making him feel uncomfortable all over, but he couldn't find any trace of it.

"This voice is so familiar to me. Who on earth has been watching me..."

He could only vaguely sense that the gaze contained complex emotions, anger, scrutiny, and a bit of... indescribable heaviness.

“Who is watching…?”

He muttered something under his breath but didn't look up again.

On the other side of the light mirror, she watched him immerse himself in the silent resonance with the Chaos Beast again. The corners of his mouth, which were made up of light bands, curled up slightly, like a mockery, or like something else.

"Try it out."

She whispered, as if she was talking to herself, or to the person in the mirror,

"Let's see what you can come up with. Just don't forget... the string is still in my hand."

The air wave slowly subsided, and the data flow returned to normal. Only at the edge of the outline, there was still a slight, barely perceptible fluctuation.

In the mirror, Mo Yun's figure was gradually enveloped by a light interwoven with ice blue and dark red, and she just stood in this void, continuing to look, like a spectator guarding a secret, or like a master holding a puppet.

The data stream in the void suddenly surged upward, as if being pulled by an invisible hand, drilling into the darkness higher up.

The outline composed of light bands slightly raised its head, and its "sight" penetrated the layers of dimensional barriers and looked into the void that even data streams could not illuminate.

There is no up or down, left or right, no past or future, only a pure "nothingness". It is the place she has always dreamed of reaching, and it is also the cage where she has been trapped for too long.

"Why...it has to be him?"

The voice drifted into the void, a bit bewildered. She looked down at her "hands," where countless fine threads of cause and effect dangled from her fingertips like a spiderweb filled with stars.

There is a vague shadow entangled on each silk thread, some are struggling, some are swaying numbly with the silk thread, and some have long lost their form, leaving only a ray of light that is about to go out - they are her former hosts, from different worlds, who carried her hope of breaking through the dimension, but eventually became dust on the silk thread.

Only the thread at the very end was dazzlingly bright.

At the other end of the thread, Mo Yun was using his fingertips to stir the dark red energy seeping out of the Chaos Beast's wound. His movements were almost casual and provocative. The light on the thread vibrated violently with his movements, but it never stopped.

She gently pulled the thread, and Mo Yun in the abyss suddenly frowned, as if he felt something, but still couldn't grasp the source.

A self-deprecating chuckle spread in the void, with a hint of bitterness:

"I've raised people who swung knives at their companions, people who hid in caves clinging to their strength, people who treated 'missions' like imperial decrees... and yet it's you, a brat rescued from a dying world, who dares to bare your teeth at a 'god' like me."

The thread of cause and effect suddenly rippled, reflecting countless images, like pages of a book blown by the wind, turning the pages:

He was the one who delayed the "key plot point" set by the system in order to save an ordinary injured kitten, and was deducted most of his energy, but he smiled like a fool when the kitten licked his palm;

He could have reached the peak directly by taking the shortcuts provided by the system, but he chose to practice the basic skills step by step, saying that "borrowed power cannot be grasped firmly";

At the last moment, the system told him "give up Mo Zi and you can live", but he turned and rushed towards the Chaos Beast, shouting "Fuck fate" when his soul core exploded...

These images flow on the silk thread, and the "eyes" composed of light bands are slightly narrowed, as if re-examining these long-archived memories.

"Human... dares to challenge God?"

She repeated in a low voice, her tone unclear whether it was sarcasm or something else.

The thread of cause and effect at the fingertips suddenly tightened, and the shadows of the former hosts shook violently, some let out silent wails, and some shrank and dared not move.

"They all know that what I give them is a gift, a chance to climb out of the mire. They are grateful, they follow the rules, they regard me as a true god... Only you, Mo Yun, you treat my gift as a shackle and my rules as a joke."

She raised her hand, and countless silk threads entwined in her palm, forming an impenetrable net.

In the center of the net, Mo Yun's shadow was becoming clearer and clearer in the ice-blue and dark red light. He seemed to be exchanging something with the Chaos Beast. Even the thread of cause and effect began to emit a strange luster - it was a color that was integrated with the original chaos and was no longer purely under her control.

"is it my fault?"

She suddenly asked, her voice as soft as a sigh,

"When I chose you, it was because of your 'reluctance'. I thought I could leverage that reluctance to gain greater power... but I never expected it to grow so wildly that even I want to take a bite."

The thread of cause and effect suddenly burned violently, not because it was ignited by her, but because it was burned by the power coming from Mo Yun.

The part of the thread closest to him was already charred black, but it stubbornly did not break, like a red-hot iron wire, burning her "fingertips" so much that they trembled slightly.

"You think you can break free like this?"

Her voice suddenly turned cold, filled with anger as if her bottom line had been touched.

"So what if you're primordial chaos? So what if you're a Chaos Beast? You're all trapped in this three-dimensional cage, breathing the very air I allow you to breathe. Even the thought of resistance is a variable I must factor into my calculations!"

But even so, the net in her palm tightened even more. The shadows of those former hosts curled up in pain within the net, but Mo Yun's shadow remained upright, even swaying slightly, as if mocking the futility of the net.

"Man challenges God..."

She looked at the charred thread and suddenly laughed softly, with a hint of excitement in her laughter that she herself didn't even notice.

"It's true... I haven't seen anything this interesting in a long time."

In the darkness of a higher dimension, something seemed to be startled by the laughter, and a very faint response came.

She listened carefully, and the outline of the light bands tightened slightly, then relaxed. The thread of cause and effect at her fingertips slowly stretched out, no longer burning, but it did not return to its original state. It just hung in the void with a few charred marks.

"Then let you try."

She whispered, as if she was speaking to Mo Yun, or as if she was making a promise to the existence in a higher dimension.

"Let's see if a mere mortal like you can truly bring down a god. Let's see if I, a 'god' trapped at the edge of three dimensions, can use your wildfire to burn through that damned fourth-dimensional barrier..."

The image on the thread of cause and effect gradually faded and turned back into pure light.

She was still looking at the darkness of a higher dimension, the net on her fingertips swaying gently, and on the other side of the abyss, Mo Yun was still silently resonating with the Chaos Beast, completely unaware that her resistance had already made her the sharpest and most dangerous piece on the opponent's chessboard.

The void space fell silent again, with only the charred thread still silently testifying to the beginning of this "battle between man and god".

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(I'm planning to change the final boss. I suddenly got the Divine Soul these days, so I decided to keep the boss in the Novice Village. This might be more exciting...)

(The author has been on vacation late these days and hasn't found a job yet. There's nothing I can do, so I'll try my best to keep updating. It's all pretty good...)