Doomsday Wonderland

Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1014: The Truth

Chapter 1014: The Truth

“You never say anything good when you speak. It’s better if you don’t say anything,” the other “Lin Sanjiu” turned around and gave “Luther” a cold glare. “What were you doing when I set the explosive charges on the s.h.i.+p?”

Explosive charges?

Lin Sanjiu’s heart skipped a beat, thinking they were referring to Exodus, but “Luther” laughed with a hint of irony, saying, “As you commanded, I was monitoring Lin Sanjiu and Puppeteer when you set the charges. They went to two different control rooms, and I could only watch both of them through the surveillance cameras.”

So, explosive charges were set on the Ocean Voyager a long time ago?

“That better be the truth.”

“Lin Sanjiu” took two steps forward, staring into his eyes. “Because I found it too coincidental. Just when I wasn’t with you, she and Tan Zhang appeared in the same place, and then she killed Tan Zhang. What could I do? I had to delay the detonation time.”

So, that’s what happened. Lin Sanjiu breathed a sigh of relief.

After Tan Zhang’s death, the twelve personalities lost the only pilot who could take them away from the Ocean Voyager. So, they had to “become” her companions, relying on her power to land on the alien planet and find an opportunity to return to Heaven Underworld.

But the pre-set explosive charges couldn’t be retrieved.

Just a moment ago, the Ocean Voyager, along with her diary card, had turned into fragments in the explosion.

She raised her still trembling hand and tried to summon the diary card again.

“You never trust me.”

The expression on “Luther’s” face made it seem like he was feeling extremely bored. Besides Twelve, Lin Sanjiu couldn’t recall seeing that same expression on anyone else’s face. “You saved my life. I had no reason to ruin your plans.”

“Too bad you have a personality defect and don’t know what grat.i.tude is.” The other “Lin Sanjiu” turned around and walked towards the control panel. “When Luther discovered your existence, he was so terrified that he came to me, begging me to expel you. Now, looking back, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.”

“You can be so heartless.” Twelve covered his chest, looking deeply hurt. “Do you know what I would do for you?”

“For me, or to get rid of me?”

“Lin Sanjiu” didn’t even look up, curiously scanning the control panel. She spoke softly, “…I know you all dislike having a sword hanging over your heads. But it’s a pity, this is the reality you’ll have to face in the rest of your lives.”

This time, Twelve couldn’t utter a word.

“Get out,” the fake Lin Sanjiu ordered, “Bring someone else up, anyone will do.”

Luther’s body stood still in place, like a puppet with its soul taken away. After a few seconds, his body trembled, and his eyes regained their light.

This time, the same face softened, revealing a subtle and strange tenderness. Within his flickering gaze, there was a thrilling radiance. Just by opening his lips and turning his face, Lin Sanjiu instantly understood whose personality this was.

The other “Lin Sanjiu” turned around and snorted, showing a bit of childishness in her demeanor.

“Isn’t this our beloved Miss Lover?”

“It has nothing to do with me,” Luther’s voice softened and became smoky, as if enveloped in a layer of mist. “I’ve already done what you asked me to do last time. I didn’t like it.”

“That’s your lousy excuse for failing?” The fake Lin Sanjiu waved her hand dismissively. “Forget it, I have work to do.”

As Bliss fell silent, Lin Sanjiu looked up and shouted, “Silas!” After the system responded, she raised her voice and asked, “Can we actually reach Heaven Underworld?”

“It depends on the supply of T-14 Isotope Axis Radiators and the particle displacement range in the Ninth Core Zone.” Just like when Silas answered Lin Sanjiu, his response was filled with numerous incomprehensible proprietary terms. To understand the gist of it, one had to remove the proprietary terms and distill the logical chain. The fake Lin Sanjiu attempted to ask a few questions but eventually gave up in frustration. “Fine, then I’ll change the destination.”

“Please proceed.”

Silas obediently accepted the new command provided by “Lin Sanjiu.” It seemed to be located in the central area of the Heaven Zone, a bustling and busy region.

“Why… why would it follow your commands?” Bliss couldn’t help but speak up. “She should still be on this s.h.i.+p. How could the system not detect the presence of two Lin Sanjius simultaneously?”

“I’m not stupid,” the other “Lin Sanjiu” shrugged her shoulders. “Ever since the Chicky brothers told me about the existence of this s.h.i.+p, I’ve been prepared. If you go and open her room door now, all you’ll see is dense fog; you won’t see her. She has long been isolated in another ‘bubble’—interesting, isn’t it?”

She lifted her tone with a hint of pride, confirming Lin Sanjiu’s suspicion: this person must be Lyanna. For some reason, this girl seemed to be full of curiosity about everything. Lin Sanjiu initially thought it was a facade that Lyanna put on to make others lower their guard, but seeing how eagerly she examined the control panel, it seemed to be her true nature.

Lyanna walked around, looking left and right, approaching the electrical junction box where Lin Sanjiu was. She reached out and tried to pull it—immediately, she grabbed the door tightly from the inside, preventing her from opening it.

Probably thinking the door was locked, Lyanna turned and walked towards another corner. When Lin Sanjiu saw her moving away, she bit her lip and raised the diary card in her hand, slowly approaching the bright gap in the door where the light shone through.

“Speaking of those two brothers…” Bliss glanced at Lyanna’s expression, cautiously opening her mouth, “Where did you hide the other person?”

“What?” Lyanna suddenly laughed. “Do you have an interest in those unremarkable-looking men too?”

Bliss pursed her lips, her face showing displeasure, before sighing after a while. “Why drag others into this mess? Now you have both Lin Sanjiu and Puppeteer in your hands. You don’t need to worry anymore; your goal has been achieved.”

“You’re wrong.” The young girl kicked the triangular metal plate on the ground. “Putting aside the fact that she hasn’t become a puppet yet, she’s not in a safe position—even if she has become a puppet, my plan has only completed the first step. There’s still a long way to go before reaching the goal.”

As she spoke, her tone gradually became heavier, and even her shoulders tensed. “My goal is to make her completely disappear from this world. I want to have no worries left behind.”

No worries left behind?

How did she become such a major threat to her?

The card in Lin Sanjiu’s hand was illuminated by a faint light, but she turned her head slightly, frowning at Lyanna’s figure. After a few seconds of contemplation, she suddenly realized that the last sentence didn’t refer to herself—”she” didn’t mean her. If she really turned into a puppet, she would just be a lifeless corpse. It had nothing to do with “completely disappearing,” which meant that “she” referred to someone else.

Bliss didn’t say anything for a moment. Taking this opportunity, Lin Sanjiu quickly looked at the diary card in her hand under the light. Her guess was correct; the diary card could only be summoned again after it was damaged. However, the aftermath of its destruction far exceeded her imagination—the words on the card were fragmented, blurry, and even bore black marks scorched by fire. She didn’t know if they would fade away.

She squinted her eyes, slowly identifying the words on the card, as if searching for fossils in the dust. After reading for a while, she suddenly raised her head, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

“Let’s go, there’s nothing interesting here,” Lyanna beckoned to Bliss, motioning for her to follow. “While no one’s around, we should pay a visit to Puppeteer.”

As the two approached the door, the door of the metal junction box behind them creaked open.

A shoe lightly touched the ground.

Lyanna swiftly turned around, seemingly not having a clear view of which box had opened, and Lin Sanjiu suddenly transformed into a dark shadow, pouncing towards her. In her panic, Lyanna quickly stepped back a few steps, but her physical abilities were ordinary. She couldn’t escape from the shadow and was about to fall to the ground.

As long as she caught her, all the answers would be revealed!

Lin Sanjiu reached out and smashed the halo she obtained from Percival Levin onto Lyanna’s neck. The overwhelming anger seemed to turn into a fierce wind pressing down on her. She even had to remind herself to control her strength; otherwise, she might break Lyanna’s neck with a single blow.

However, at that moment, Bliss suddenly shouted, “Stop!” and forcefully collided with her, catching her off guard. In that split second, Lyanna regained her balance and quickly kicked towards the other end of the room.

“Don’t stop me!” Lin Sanjiu’s eyes turned bloodshot. “If you don’t get out of my sight, even you won’t be spared!”

Bliss was gasping for breath, her face as pale as paper, but she didn’t move an inch.

“I’m sorry… I can’t let you get close to her.” Sweat started forming on her forehead, and facing Lin Sanjiu alone made her vaguely feel the pressure. “I really wish there were other ways to resolve this, but… I’m sorry.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Luther’s body flickered for a moment, and one figure after another rolled out of it: the first to stand up was Twelve, still wearing that carefree smile beneath his curly dark hair; the second was the little boy from the black market, whose gaze was as sharp as if it could penetrate Lin Sanjiu; the third was the stranger who had disguised himself as Bohemia, with eyes that were distinctively different…

The figures quickly solidified, becoming real people and crowding the room. Lyanna, still resembling Lin Sanjiu, stood behind the numerous personalities, still somewhat startled.

“What do you mean?”

Lin Sanjiu’s gaze pierced through the various personalities and locked onto the face that was exactly like her own. She raised the diary card in her hand, with its incomplete and fragmented words, gritting her teeth as she asked, “Why did you say that Luther had died long ago?”