79: Chapter 79 Independent Promotion
The light faded away.
Chen Mo stood where he was, looking down at his hands.
Those golden lines were still flowing beneath his skin, but they were thinner and denser than before. They were no longer just lines, but had formed some kind of complex patternβlike a tattoo, or perhaps some ancient rune.
He raised his right hand.
The golden pattern on the back of his hand began to glow.
γ Rule Dominator Β· Test γ
Chen Mo moved his mind, and the surrounding air instantly solidified.
It was not a physical solidification, but a solidification of rules.
He created a temporary ruleβ
γ Rule: Within ten meters, movement is prohibited γ
Lin Wei stood at the doorway, maintaining her previous posture, motionless.
It wasn't that she didn't want to move; it was that the rule did not allow it.
Chen Mo moved his mind again.
γ Rule Modification: Allow Lin Wei to move γ
Lin Wei's body instantly regained its freedom.
She looked down at her hands, her face full of shock.
"What did you just..."
"A new ability," Chen Mo said.
He withdrew those rules, and the surrounding air returned to normal.
But just then, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
That pain wasn't from an external injury, but came from deep within his bodyβas if something was tearing, expanding, and trying to burst out from inside.
Chen Mo clutched his chest and dropped to one knee.
Those golden lines surged wildly beneath his skin, as if they wanted to break through their restraints.
Lin Wei rushed over.
"What's wrong with you?"
Chen Mo gritted his teeth, saying nothing.
He was looking at the System prompt.
γ Warning: Serialization process initiated γ
γ Current progress: 2% γ
γ When progress reaches 100%, the host will completely transform into an energy state γ
γ Transformation consequence: Loss of physical form, becoming a part of the rules γ
γ Recommendation: Regularly release excess serialization energy, otherwise progress will continue to increase γ
Serialization.
The price of Independent Promotion.
Chen Mo looked at that line of text.
2%.
It wasn't high yet.
But if he didn't control it, it would keep rising.
Until 100%.
Until he became an existence like Zhang Yuan.
Chen Mo took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
The golden lines slowly calmed down, and the sharp pain in his chest gradually disappeared.
γ Serialization progress: 2% β 1% γ
γ Self-control by host detected successfully γ
γ Progress temporarily stabilized γ
Chen Mo stood up.
Lin Wei looked at him.
"What was that just now..."
"The price," Chen Mo said, "The price of Independent Promotion."
He didn't explain further.
He just turned and walked toward the door.
Outside, the night was deep.
The Ghost Night was still continuing, and those wails came from afar. But the lights of the rest area blocked everything outside, forming a small island of safety.
Chen Mo stood at the door, looking at the darkness.
Serialization.
Losing physical form, becoming a part of the rules.
This was Li Xiuying's ultimate fate.
But he was different.
He could still control it.
As long as he released excess energy periodically, he could delay the process.
The question was, how to release it?
Chen Mo raised his hand, looking at the golden pattern on the back of his hand.
Those energies surged within him, as if they wanted to burst out at any moment.
He tried to guide them.
To let them flow out from his fingertips.
The golden light shot out from his fingertips, landing on the ground three meters away.
Instantly, that patch of ground solidified.
It turned into a golden physical form.
Just like before.
But this time, Chen Mo felt that the energy had indeed decreased.
γ Release excess serialization energy γ
γ Current progress: 1% β 0.5% γ
It worked.
Chen Mo withdrew his hand.
He needed to do this periodically.
Otherwise, the progress would rise.
Lin Wei walked over.
"Are you planning to keep doing this?"
Chen Mo nodded.
"Live as long as I can."
He turned around and walked back to the pickup truck.
He sat in the driver's seat and started the engine.
Lin Wei got into the passenger seat.
The pickup truck drove out of the rest area and rushed into the night.
In the rearview mirror, the lights of the rest area grew more and more distant.
Chen Mo gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
Serialization.
0.5%.
It was still very low now.
But he knew that one day, it would rise to 100%.
Before that, he had to finish what he needed to do.
For exampleβ
Kill the projection of the will of the ghost realm.
The pickup truck sped through the darkness.
In the distance, that eye was still there.
It was watching him.
Waiting for him.
Chen Mo stepped on the gas pedal.
Come on.
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