Chapter 00133: A Long Night · Part Two
# A Long Night · Part Two
Chapter 133
Novel: Above Destiny
Chapter 133 – A Long Night · Part Two
Suddenly, it was as if the whole world had fallen into chaos.
Although the chaos in the world had nothing to do with Ji Jue, when it erupted right in front of him it felt like a death sentence.
In the entire villa, there was now only one person truly in charge of what was said—the man was Ji Jue.
Whether it was the security protocols or personnel assignments, he held the final word.
Even Lao Lin made no move to interfere; in fact, he showed his support, whether intentionally or not.
First of all, Chen Yubai himself was completely indifferent about the matter—although lacking ambition and often indecisive, the greatest virtue of Young Master Chen was that he knew his own limitations and trusted Ji Jue wholeheartedly, without a second thought or any hesitation.
Whatever Brother Ji said was law.
Little Hei was not to interrupt.
Then there were Jin Mao and A Yi from the society—a white deer and a mirror—who, after the incident of expelling the internal traitor, were completely won over by the abilities Ji Jue had shown and dared not let out the slightest bit of resentment.
Besides, Ji Jue’s only demand was that the two of them keep a close guard on Chen Yubai twenty-four hours a day, never straying an inch.
They were born to do just that.
There was nothing to be said about Xiao An either; whatever Brother Ji said was final.
As for the generally rebellious and headstrong wandering knight, Lao Tang… although he had initially wanted to compete, once he realized that Ji Jue held the power to evaluate tasks, he immediately abandoned any thoughts of rivalry and treated him as a sworn father.
Especially after witnessing Ji Jue bury hundreds of land mines right before his eyes—in the courtyard, among the grass, along the corridors, under the floor, and even beneath the sofa…
More than eighty kilograms of combustible explosive material was now buried right under them, so that whether they ate or slept, they were all sitting on a powder keg.
With a mere thought from Ji Jue, they could all be set off.
It was all about having eternity with Heaven and Earth.
Damn it, did things really have to be this over the top? Where on earth did this lunatic come from—the kind who would rather blow up his employer first than allow the enemy to harm his protected target? When did the crafters of the remains become so utterly ruthless?
At that very moment, when Lao Tang received the alert, he snatched the employer in a flash and kicked him and A Yi into the pure steel safe house.
After he locked the door, a continuous, thunderous roar began to be heard—a sound that seemed ready to take the entire villa skyward.
When the first unlucky attacker burst out the door and accidentally stepped onto a nursery bed, there came a crisp “ka-cha” sound.
One, two, three, four, five, six… in an instant, more than eight chained land mines were triggered in succession.
Flames soared into the sky.
The booming sounds did not cease.
A mutilated corpse twisted upward, shattering into countless fragments as blood and gore rained down, drenching everyone who had just stepped out.
“Damn, what the hell—there’s shit everywhere!!!”
Someone wiped his face and, upon seeing some sticky, disgusting substance amid the foul stench, instinctively stepped back a few paces.
Then, a dreadful snapping sound was heard.
Immediately after, on the entire lawn of the yard, hidden mines continued to trigger one after another, producing endless booms.
Yet the spreading shockwaves and raging flames suddenly froze in place—in front of the leader, an old man whom Lei Yaoxing trusted as his right-hand strategist, Jin Wujiao, an old-school Celestial Chosen steeped in the Way of Entropy for years, slowly spread his arms wide.
Under the overwhelming surges of spiritual energy, the roaring flames and shockwaves were forced back.
Beneath a majestic wave of spirit energy, thunder suddenly filled the sky.
Bolt after bolt of lightning descended like a plow from above, sweeping across the area and in the blink of an eye triggering every single mine in the courtyard.
Amid the roar, streams of fire and lightning surged like tidal waves, sweeping relentlessly toward the villa just a breath away.
Beneath the villa’s exterior, its fragile spiritual circuitry flickered for only an instant before crumbling apart.
The side building had already turned to rubble, and the front facade of the main building peeled away and collapsed, sending clouds of dust aloft.
“As expected, there’s something fiendish about this!”
In the empty, pupil-less eyes of Jin Wujiao, a pale, fierce light erupted.
With his sense of energy, he easily saw through the villa’s true nature and pretense.
He couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. “Chen Xingzhou really prepared plenty of guards for his precious little brother, didn’t he… Don’t waste any time—kill them all. The road ahead is still long.”
Behind him, figures emerged one by one from the gradually retracting and dissolving door, crossing over the rubble and charging into the darkness of the villa.
Gunshots roared, deafening explosions ceaseless.
“This is troublesome—this time it’s really bad.”
Under the extinguished lights, Ji Jue had already dashed blindly into the garage.
Looking down at his phone screen, images from various infrared cameras flickered continuously.
Supplemented by the transcendent visual observations from Gloria in hummingbird mode, every change was clearly visible.
It was precisely for this reason that his head ached.
He couldn’t help but marvel in disbelief.
What the hell is Lei Yaoxing thinking? Suddenly attacking Chen Xingzhou? But you’d expect them to kill Chen Xingzhou—so why target Chen Yubai?
No, that wasn’t right.
Since they had made a move on Chen Yubai, whether Chen Xingzhou was alive or dead was now really uncertain.
Lao Lin still hadn’t replied.
All external communications had been cut off.
Not only that, but after the enemy learned from their spies that the entire mountain was under surveillance and defenses, they even went as far as hiring a Celestial Chosen from the Eternal Gate!
Keep in mind, among the Twelve Supreme Celestial Chosen, the rarest are from the Eternal Gate—almost one in a million, even rarer than the Black and White Bears of Shu Province.
Every Celestial Chosen who comes into contact with the Eternal Gate automatically becomes a member of the Xingxin Association, securing themselves an iron rice bowl of endless revelry and endless meals, never to be recruited by the outside world.
To have them help open a door typically costs anywhere from several millions to tens of millions, calculated by the minute.
At a time like this, letting them get involved in internal strife at Huangji would likely cost more than just money… Moreover, more than forty people had already rushed in from the door.
Among those observed by Gloria, over a dozen, whose spiritual energy was abundant enough, might even be Celestial Chosen…
At this moment, Ji Jue could only be grateful that thanks to Xiao Jiu’s early warning, and the thick layers of mist set up inside the villa, otherwise, if the enemy had suddenly appeared right in front of them without any preparation, it would have been game over—better to surrender than to fight.
Lao Tang’s actions were truly swift.
Chen Yubai was now safely inside the safe house, yet even now he did not forget to hold onto his two shabby cats.
Beside him, A Yi had already activated the hidden crystal prism system he’d set up.
With the light refracting and the angles shifting, the enormous metallic safe house, through a subtle optical trick, had completely vanished without a trace.
Not only was it virtually invisible to the eye, but once A Yi’s matrix was activated, the safe house almost completely ceased to exist as an independent entity and merged seamlessly with the villa.
Unfortunately, A Yi’s level was simply too low.
Even Ji Jue was superior; he was only first-tier.
Even if A Yi used every bit of his strength, his effect could only last for about fifteen minutes.
“Fifteen minutes, huh.”
Ji Jue murmured softly.
Sometimes fifteen minutes can feel far too short, yet other times it seems to last an eternity—short enough that you can’t even finish a video while going to the bathroom, but long enough to finish an entire battle in which hundreds or even thousands die.
One after another, the images coming in from the surveillance cameras went dark as every visible camera was shredded by stray gunfire.
The enemy was unbelievably fast, as if they had already known the layout of the villa by heart.
Maybe, during the tailing stage, they had already gotten their hands on the blueprints?
And then, even before that, he had first heard footsteps.
Through his Bluetooth headset came the sound—a sound coming from a location…
In an instant, chills ran through Ji Jue’s body—right above his head!!!
The top dome trembled, roaring and cracking.
A burly figure, covered head to toe in tattoos, had already descended from the sky!
Donning heavy armor with intricate spiritual circuits attached, the attacker’s eyes burned with a familiar bloodfire that drove Ji Jue to curse out loud.
A large group!
Why was it still a large group?!
“Why are you all everywhere?!”
No longer daring to match speed with his enemy, Ji Jue slammed his hand down on a sports car in the garage.
In an instant, the car sped off, dragging him away rapidly to create distance.
“Hey—”
A cold laugh echoed from where he had landed.
The eyes of the large group of Celestial Chosen had now fixed on Ji Jue.
The group was like the shadow of war—wherever battle raged, that shadow would appear.
“Ji Jue?”
The tattooed Celestial Chosen’ eyes locked onto him.
Recognizing his face, he sighed in regret as he exhaled, “What a pity, only 4.1 million—”
But that was enough!
He drew out two heavy, broad-bladed long knives from his back and lunged in the direction of Ji Jue.
As the speeding car closed the distance, Ji Jue retrieved something from the driver's seat behind the car window—a compact submachine gun that had long been loaded with bullets and its safety off.
Aiming, locking on, then pulling the trigger!
In less than three seconds, a torrent of metal projectiles poured forth, every single bullet targeting the enemy’s face.
Yet every bullet… hit empty space!
At that moment when Ji Jue pulled the trigger, the charging Celestial Chosen from the large group suddenly halted their dive.
An aura of bloodfire surged around them as they abruptly shifted sideways to dodge.
The barrage of bullets trailed after them, yet every single one merely grazed past, leaving Ji Jue’s vision to go momentarily black.
Preemptive strike?
Is it always about preemptive strikes?! You guys in the large group wouldn’t be playing without this blessing, would you?!
It was as if none of the Celestial Chosen of the Remnants would ever ignore the “Masterful Touch” blessing.
In every Celestial Chosen in the group, there was that same shining white moonlight called “Preemptive Strike.” Pre-read, perception, neural reflexes and evasion, offense—such a powerful blessing could transform any Celestial Chosen’s combat ability.
And to possess a mid-tier blessing like Preemptive Strike proved that the enemy was at least fourth-tier or higher—a Transcendence stage of sorts!
Now, after casually dodging the submachine gun’s spray, the enemy in the speeding car accelerated once more! The surge of their spiritual energy grew even fiercer and more high-pitched, erupting in every direction to boost their defense, speed, offense, and even reaction time.
It was yet another standard blessing for a murderous maniac whose strength was colossal—Anger of the Tidal Flames!
Boom!
Two car headlights lit up from extremely close range.
A silent cargo truck suddenly roared to life and sped toward the attacker.
But even before that, the eyes of the large group of Celestial Chosen turned sharply to one side.
In the attacker’s hand, as bloodfire flared and gathered along the edge of his twin blades, his resolve surged!
Ji Jue’s heart sank once again.
The ability to enhance a weapon’s power with spiritual energy and kill intent…
This was the “Tempered in Battle” blessing!
In the blink of an eye, the vehicle was sliced in two right down the middle.
But immediately afterward, a shrill beeping sound came from inside the truck.
The final red indicator on the plastic explosive detonator lit up.
Flames surged, and shockwaves billowed.
Bloodfire, like falling meteorites, sped out to block and evade the impact.
Coughing violently.
“Those damned from the Remnants are really a pain in the ass!”
The large group of Celestial Chosen grit their teeth in a snarl.
Hair matted and faces scarred by burns, half of their iron armor had been burnt to a bright red—but still, they were only lightly injured.
Meanwhile, Ji Jue had seized the crucial window of opportunity.
He flung open the safe door, dashed into the staircase corridor, and raced upward to escape.
Alas, it was no use.
Before the safe door had even had time to close, the pursuing enemy burst in immediately.
Then, he saw…
Ji Jue standing at the stairway’s corner, panting heavily.
He had already given up running, as if resigned to his fate…
In a split second of astonishment, the bushy-bearded leader of the group’s eyes suddenly contracted—no, something wasn’t right!
Because from behind, at the dead corner left by the closing safe door, sharp metal shards like torrents of iron rained down.
Xiao An!
From the narrow stairwell, the large-group Celestial Chosen widened his eyes, then roared suddenly, brandishing the blade in his hand to block behind him and protect his neck and vital points.
The clashing of steel rang out incessantly.
Before he could even throw the long knife from his other hand toward the sneaky attacker, he saw Ji Jue raise his weapon—the device, if one must forcibly describe it, looked like a revolver.
But it was strikingly odd, rough and crude.
It was like a makeshift piece turned on a lathe, all square-edged with no chamfered finish whatsoever.
Even the gun’s body still bore a thick, silver weld coating.
The magazine was noticeably octagonal with no hint of roundness, and its caliber—could it be comparable to that of an anti-materiel sniper rifle? A massive 17mm!
At that moment, the alloy, roughly five kilograms of a makeshift revolver was already raised.
But one hand alone was insufficient.
Ji Jue’s other hand was already pressed against the barrel.
Aiming directly at the enemy’s face.
A wry smile broke through.
—You’ve finally stepped within my five steps, haven’t you?
Too close—nearly within arm’s reach.
For the large-group Celestial Chosen, Ji Jue’s neck was already right under that enemy’s blade.
At this distance… even the White Deer wouldn’t be able to dodge!
The corridor resounded with an ear-splitting roar, and from the muzzle’s flare shot forth an alloy armor-piercing round, the same type used by anti-materiel rifles!
It was worth noting that due to the difficulty of working with depleted uranium alloys and the unyielding challenges of machining high-density tungsten alloys, Ji Jue had no choice but to use the payment Lao Lin had made earlier… Gold!
At that moment, under the brutal impact, the molten, high-temperature golden jet burst aside the enemy’s long knife which had been held in front of his chest, creating a deep gash along the blade’s edge.
Then, as the second round followed closely, it struck the chest plate.
Though the spiritual circuits flared to resist the impact, the force of the jet caused the chest armor to crack, cave in, and fresh blood to spurt out.
The large-group Celestial Chosen was thrown violently backward.
Injured!
Holding his breath, ignoring the intense shaking and recoil coursing through his hands, Ji Jue once again gave the order—“Shoot!”
In that final moment, what left the gun’s barrel were gifts forged by the loving and peaceful expectations of craftsman Ji Jue…
Fragile mercury bullets, unable to bear high heat and extended distances, gracefully slipped through the gaps carved by the armor-piercing rounds and embedded themselves deep within the enemy’s body.
Silence, then an explosion.
The large-group Celestial Chosen fell to the ground, unable to rise again, with a horrifying wail of agony that resounded throughout the villa—a cry, a scream, and a howl!!!
It was as if they had turned into burning logs or fuel doused with gasoline.
Uncontrollable bloodfire erupted from their bodies, consuming every bit of life.
The first to go out of control was their spiritual energy, unable to fend off the malignant toxin seeping out with the bullets, followed by the blessings spiraling into chaos, unresponsive to their master’s commands, and finally, the matrix collapsed.
Life, ravaged and tormented, could no longer hold itself in check and mutated uncontrollably!
One after another, tumors of flesh burst forth from the bodies of those Celestial Chosen.
Bones grew wildly into sharp spines that pierced through their armor; rows of razor-sharp scales emerged on their faces, only to fall away, revealing rotten, bloody flesh.
Amid the metamorphosis, their skulls sprouted curving horns that repeatedly broke off.
Twitching, convulsing, writhing.
Despair, and finally…
Death.
Before he completely mutated, Ji Jue pulled the trigger one last time.
An armor-piercing bullet blew his head to pieces.
Four shots—two armor-piercing rounds, one corrosive and mutating round, and finally, one that took his life.
So the so-called destruction was as simple as that.
“Brother Ji, what happened to him?”
Xiao An, shocked, fell behind him and cautiously retreated a few paces, chilled to the bone.
“Don’t know, maybe he suddenly mutated. The large group… that’s just how they are—killing and burning things every day. Once they get too guilty, retribution eventually catches up.”
Quick as ever, Ji Jue pulled a container from his waist pack and poured mercury over the corpse of the large-group Celestial Chosen, promptly sealing it with a spiritual circuit.
He’d have a chance to salvage and reuse it once the attack was over.
Aren’t the bullets just multiplying even more?!
Although using mutagenic substances without proper approval was a crime, and using a Celestial Chosen’s corpse to cultivate such a mutagen was even more taboo… as long as nobody knew, nothing would come of it, right?
That was my home turf!
In the Chaosheng Workshop, the master and his apprentice had never cared about the wastepaper regulations of the Taiyi Ring.
Besides, if they followed those rules, all the current masters would be executed—everyone would be shot at least twice on average, and as for the grandmasters… well, grandmasters would be executed for at least half an hour.
“Remember to keep this confidential for me,” Ji Jue said.
“Okay.”
Xiao An nodded his agreement without hesitation, as usual.
He listened intently to the tremors and roars echoing through the villa, then glanced up at the dome ceiling. “It’s chaotic up there. Someone’s coming.”
“No worries, just relax.”
Ji Jue lowered his head and scrolled through his phone, watching the images from the hidden cameras—one team of masked attackers equipped with night-vision goggles and various firearms, slightly crouched as they navigated the intricate corridors of the villa, executing tactical movements with practiced precision.
They pushed open one door after another, searching carefully.
They communicated silently with only a few gestures, as if they were one entity.
Not even the subtle bait on the door handles—traps or minor flaws—could escape their eyes.
They moved swiftly and methodically, leaving everything they passed thoroughly shredded by gunfire.
Where in the hell did this entire special operations squad come from? You ex-military guys are really taking shortcuts now, aren’t you?
“Are they acquaintances?”
Ji Jue sighed, his voice echoing from the pre-installed speakers in the dome of the corridor with a distinct accent from Yacheng. “If any friends from No. 9 Wanbo Road are here, please leave. Let’s not make a scene—”
Gunfire like a torrential downpour erupted.
In that instant, one member of that combat squad simply looked up without hesitation and pulled the trigger.
Others then aimed elsewhere, taking up positions, alert and prepared.
No hesitation, no wavering.
Good—they’re probably not locals.
Ji Jue nodded.
At least he wouldn’t have to worry about mistakenly killing an acquaintance.
Then, with his finger pointed at the first man in the squad on his screen, cold words echoed in the corridor:
“Then, the first—”
Boom!
In the midst of a huge explosion, without any warning, a massive hole burst open in the ceiling.
The head of the gunman at the front of the squad exploded, his skull shattering with blood spurting out, as he fell backward with his face turned upward.
His mutilated corpse convulsed, stained with deep red blood, leaving its final graffiti behind.
In an instant, the rest of them quickly fell back.
Bullets rained down on the ceiling, tearing the gypsum board into powder—but it was all in vain.
Ji Jue pressed his finger again, “The second.”
Boom!!!
On the now exposed ceiling where a small crack had appeared, shortly afterward the head of the squad’s rearmost member burst, leaving a grim trail on the wall.
And then—
“The third.”
Accompanied by the cold declaration, death and destruction rained down, sending the team leader at the center of the squad flying into the sky, though his lower half remained grounded.
The bulletproof shield shattered, and his body armor, as flimsy as paper, split cleanly in half!
“Sniper!!!”
Finally, someone couldn’t help the terror and shuddered out loud.
But it was all useless talk.
Everyone knew there was a sniper— but where in the hell was that sniper?!
Outside, the night was still pitch black, nothing visible except flashing mingles of lightning and fire.
There was not even a single trace of the attacker.
Even the windows remained intact.
It was as if the bullets, inexplicably, had come raining down from the sky…?!
Wait, from above?!
When the Enlightened one looked up blankly at the bullet-riddled ceiling, he heard a death knell: “The fourth.”
Boom!!!
With another massive explosion, a small crack appeared again on the ceiling.
Then, the complex electrical control mechanism fixed with expandable screws on the second-floor ceiling adjusted and welded a fixed anti-materiel sniper rifle in place.
Through the floor, it targeted the pale face below.
The trigger was pulled, the roar was deafening, and then death descended.
It rained like a storm—one after another.
“Five, six, seven…”
Ji Jue’s finger tapped over the screen one by one.
With mechanical efficiency, the weapons installed in various ceilings or interstitial spaces on every floor of the villa began spewing a deadly rain.
It was as if the invisible hand of the Grim Reaper was selecting the sacrifices offered on the altar—one by one, whenever a shot rang out, a dismembered form would fly upward, collapsing flat on its back.
He did not split his attention among the dozens of weapons and different mechanical turrets.
All the devices were connected via WIFI through AP panels spread across the floors, ultimately linking up to a network server only a wall away from Ji Jue.
No extra effort was needed on his part.
A few days ago, after simply stating his requirements as the client, within minutes the main server had rooted the chip motherboards from different manufacturers and then compiled an entire program—using multiple cameras to calculate the distance and coordinates of moving objects in three-dimensional space, then locking on to them and finally controlling the nearest weapon to fire.
The armor-piercing capability of the anti-materiel rifle was sufficient to strike any intruder through a wall.
In theory, from that very moment, everyone inside the villa was under the gun’s crosshairs.
Whether friend or foe.
Hopefully they were all wearing electronic identification wristbands…
In less than ten seconds, a fully armed special operations team was reduced to a heap in the corridor.
Ji Jue then ceased manual control.
It was far too inefficient—time was short, and using this trick too often might not even work properly.
Before the enemy could recover, use everything you’ve got!
Without hesitation, he waved his hand and issued his final command to the server:
【Maximize Efficiency, Unleash Free Attack】
Down in the server room under the garage, green lights flickered one after another.
The sound of fans rising suddenly grew shrill, high-pitched, and wildly operating.
【Calculation complete, analysis finished, locking on begins】
Finally—
【Wipe Out Mode, Activate】!
Then, it started to rain.
A torrential downpour poured in.
(The end of this chapter)