MC Bookstore Chapter 21 Is this the Kingdom of Gods? Let's fight!
Chapter 21 Is this the Kingdom of Gods? Let's fight!
Lucien Alden returned to his penthouse apartment.
He didn't turn on the lights, walked barefoot across the warm marble floor, and stopped in the center of the studio.
The easel, with its back against the floor-to-ceiling window, was covered with a white cloth, and the paints were neatly arranged next to it.
Lift the white cloth to reveal a blank canvas.
Take a deep breath and close your eyes.
[Threshold Breaker], activate!
"Oh my gosh~"
This time, the goal is to reach the threshold of my perception of color, shape, and space.
Or rather, it's about one's own fantasy threshold.
Break it!
boom!
The world disappeared.
He felt as if he had been thrown into a turbulent current of pure imagery.
Stars are not points of light, but condensed sighs;
Colors have gained weight; indigo sinks to the soles of the feet, while chrome yellow floats above the head.
The lines grow on their own, intertwining to form geometric structures that never existed in reality.
Time has lost its meaning.
His hand naturally rose, grasped the paintbrush, and dipped it in paint.
The tip of the brush touches the canvas.
Swish!
A scarlet line tore through the blank space like a crack.
Then came deep blue, spreading out in a swirling pattern, engulfing the crimson edges.
Then comes silver-white, as fine as a hair, piercing and entwining between blue and red.
The brain has completely lost its function.
His eyes are channels, his arms are actuators, and his paint is blood.
In less than the time it takes to breathe.
The pen stopped.
Lucien squinted and then opened his eyes again, staggered back two steps, and grabbed the low cabinet next to him to steady himself.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and my temples were throbbing.
The canvas already contains a completed work.
Abstract blocks of color and lines collide violently, like the scribbles of a toddler just learning to speak.
But when the eye falls on it, it will be guided by various colored blocks and lines, as if it is being led to some place.
But it ended abruptly at the end.
"Hiss, so that's the world of the gods?"
Lucien, whose brain hadn't been this tired in a long time, stared at the painting with bloodshot eyes, his mind working up a deep, silent gaze.
He raised his right hand, spreading his fingers and then clenching them.
The power remains, and the sensation of the [Threshold-Breaking Demon] is clear and normal.
He unbuttoned his shirt and looked down at his abdomen.
On the flat skin, a cross-shaped scar is quietly imprinted below the navel.
The lines were clean, with slightly raised edges, like an old wound from many years ago, but he had no recollection of it.
When you press your finger on it, it doesn't hurt, but it feels slightly warm.
He fastened his shirt and walked to the window.
The lights of New York outside the window are still dazzling, but at this moment they seem unreal and distant.
This won't work.
It's not safe here.
Even though he was a member of the Alden family, and even though he now possessed the life to buy almost everyone here.
However, this was ultimately not a place he could trust.
He needs a more private, spacious, and undisturbed space.
"Go home, but go back to that damn place where there's absolutely no sense of family?"
Georgia.
The Alden family estate, with its vast private woodlands and numerous private soldiers and hidden households, was where he was truly safe.
Even so, people there are very indifferent.
He picked up his phone and started booking a private flight for the next morning.
A notification popped up at the top of the screen:
"Noah Technology Internal Trial Invitation: Experience the Next-Generation AI Creative Assistant and Explore the Boundaries of Art."
He glanced at it and crossed it out.
At the same time, in Michigan.
The night wind howled, and dark clouds obscured the moon.
Five military pickup trucks drove out of the abandoned factory area, their lights off, relying solely on night vision goggles to navigate through the darkness.
Carl Jensen sat in the passenger seat of the lead car, holding an HK416 with a muffler attached.
The gun body was cool to the touch, and you could feel the subtle raised texture of the anti-slip pattern on your fingertips.
The world outside the car window appeared as a dark green in the night vision goggles.
The roads, trees, and scattered lights in the distance were all shrouded in an unreal hue.
He loosened his grip on the gun, pulled the cross pendant from his neck, and held it in his palm.
The metal edge was digging into my skin.
"Lord."
He spoke in a low voice, which was drowned out by the low growl of the engine.
The target is located forty kilometers south of the city, in the private territory of the Gildi family.
Spanning 2,000 acres, the area is surrounded by ranches and woodlands, while the central area features high walls, monitoring towers, and private security camps.
Modernized Uburg.
The pickup truck convoy drove onto the interstate highway side road and increased its speed.
The second convoy set off three minutes later.
Three identical pickup trucks, led by Stephen Taylor, drove out of the city, turned onto another road, made a large detour, and then returned to downtown Detroit.
The target was the headquarters building of the Kikan Saint Charitable Foundation.
The Gildier family's charitable foundation uses the tax-exempt mechanism of charitable organizations and the essential effect of indulgences as funds for the family's inheritance.
This is also why these families are able to continue inheriting their assets even when they are on the verge of being killed.
Stephen examined the architectural drawings on the tablet.
The building has three underground vaults with concealed entrances.
"Two groups: one to draw attention at the front entrance, the other to break in from underground."
He said into the communicator,
"A swift and decisive victory."
"receive."
The third group to depart consisted of two pickup trucks and a six-man team led by David Miller.
Their target was the Kirddy Memorial Hospital.
The largest private hospital in the city center, and also the headquarters of the health insurance company controlled by the Kirdie family.
There is a complete medical database, organ matching records, and financial statements for various Gundam-related businesses.
David sat in the passenger seat, his fingers unconsciously stroking the barrel of the rifle he had just received.
The power resonates low in the veins.
In his eyes, there were also several red lines extending outwards.
As the last vehicle drove away from the gate of the compound, James Jones stood by the guard post, watching the taillights disappear at the end of the road.
He raised his hand and gestured behind him.
The iron gate slowly closed, the sound of the chains tightening particularly clear in the night.
"All non-combat personnel, move along the predetermined route."
Jones turned and walked into the building, his voice steady.
"This place will be cleared out in one hour."
In the divine realm, Luo Huan lay sprawled in the void, slurping noodles, her two ice cream cones waving back and forth in the air.
Her eyes were fixed on the bead where Jensen was, watching with the excitement of someone watching a movie.
"Oh my gosh!"
The view inside the bead splits into three images:
A convoy of vehicles on a desolate road, cars lurking in the city streets, and pickup trucks waiting silently with their engines off outside a hospital parking lot.
Those chosen by Carl Jensen were also her followers.
After all, you are the master of your own power.
The typical scenario of my followers not being my followers will not occur.
"They're fighting! They're about to fight!"
She excitedly twirled in the void, her long, silvery-white hair flying everywhere.
"Battle! Awesome!"
Her gaze was fixed on the lead car where Carl Jensen was.
The car has left the highway and entered a bumpy dirt road.
In the distance, the outline of the territory's walls could be faintly seen through the night vision goggles.
The searchlights on the wall slowly swept across the woodland.
The gun is loaded.