What? Teammate lives in Arkham Asylum?

Chapter 948: Yellow Jester

After leaving Lucifer's penthouse, human Li Chengfeng and divine Li Chengfeng instantly knew where they were going.

They understood that this was the result of the fragments of the upper-level narrators they had obtained.

This time, their opponent is obviously such a tricky and troublesome thing.

From the very beginning, Li Chengfeng's ultimate goal was to prevent such existence from doing anything outrageous to the Great Almighty Universe.

After all, most of the top narrators have mental problems.

They may do anything that goes against common sense and is outrageous to both humans and gods at any time.

Not to mention that some of these guys even enjoy doing this.

For example, the Great Almighty Universe was suddenly completely disrupted. Li Chengfeng could see the full of evil taste in it just from the beginning and end of the layout.

In particular, this upper-level narrator did not directly change his nature, but achieved the current situation by influencing various details of the history of this world.

In the end, Li Chengfeng was trapped in a dead end with no choice but to face difficulties.

But luckily...

Li Chengfeng is not a serious person either.

Since this upper-level narrator is playing a double-edged trick... then Li Chengfeng will not serve him!

If we play by the Basic Law, Li Chengfeng will definitely fight to the end.

As the saying goes, there is endless joy in fighting against the sky.

But now...

He wanted to have a good chat with this upper-level narrator who came from an unknown narrative level.

Did he kill his cyber parents, or did he sleep with his paper wife?!

"Just in case, I still need to confirm." Human Li Chengfeng looked at the divine Li Chengfeng beside him, "Are you sure our consciousnesses are still synchronized?"

"No problem." The divine Li Chengfeng had a cold face, looking much more frightening than the furious human Li Chengfeng. "...But are we really a match for the upper-level narrators?"

"The upper-level narrators are very powerful, and they have almost absolute suppression over all the narrative layers below them..." Human Li Chengfeng muttered, and continued, "But... don't forget that he has now entered the body that we left at the constant point at the beginning... I don't need to explain what this means, right?"

Human Li Chengfeng raised his eyebrows, and divine Li Chengfeng understood.

The interconnected consciousness and memories told him that entering their body, which almost represented the pinnacle of this narrative level, also meant...

The other party has taken the initiative to come to this narrative level. Although it is not completely equivalent to dimensionality reduction, it can be understood in this way.

And most importantly...

Their bodies are not that easy to take.

……

"What a shame! I thought they would play with me..."

Sitting at the top of the Empire State Building, the fake soul carrying Li Chengfeng's body was bored and stretched its legs out of the roof, swinging them in a bored manner.

And his fingers were twitching slightly all the time.

If someone could take a closer look at him now, they would see countless threads extending from his hands, seemingly illusory yet substantial...

The false soul is like an amateur puppet show enthusiast, constantly twitching its fingers and fiddling with the puppet in its hands.

The only difference is that the puppeteer controls the puppet.

What the false soul manipulates are the subtle changes in the entire narrative layer.

Through countless subtle changes, a butterfly effect has been formed that is now powerful enough to reset the entire almighty universe.

He should have been happy about all this.

After all... this can be considered his masterpiece.

It's been a long time since we've played with everything through micro-manipulation, rather than simply and crudely using the power of top-level narrative.

But now, the protagonist of his puppet show...

Give it up and quit.

Not only did she quit, but she was also eagerly preparing to come to him, the director, to demand an explanation...

It seems to be the case.

"This is really...very interesting."

The fake soul couldn't remember how long it had been since he had had so much fun.

Last time……

It seems that he has replaced the Crimson King and become the only king in heaven.

At that time, what he was most passionate about was creating one false fourth wall after another for those who were lower than him.

The expressions on those people's faces when they finally discovered the truth...

It really made him very happy.

"Li Chengfeng, Li Chengfeng..."

"After the Crimson Demon, you are the one who interests me the most..."

"I just don't know if you can truly escape the puppet show I've woven for you."

"And the being behind you...will he confront me for you?" the false soul muttered to itself. "And the being controlling this puppet of mine...is he really him?"

"It all depends on your performance, Li Chengfeng."

After saying this, the false soul's fingers twitched again.

This time, he razed the entire New York to the ground, leaving only the lonely Empire State Building.

However, he did not kill any life. He did not think that ordinary people in this lower narrative layer were worthy of dying at his hands.

He is only temporarily...

Just "exclude" them.

When it's over, they'll return to their original positions.

And now, the stage is set.

Wait... the protagonist will appear.

five minutes……

ten minutes……

One hour……

The false soul never showed any impatience from beginning to end...

To be precise, it is unknown whether such a being as him has any so-called "emotions".

At exactly three hours, thirty-three minutes, and thirty-three seconds, the two "bodies" made of dream sand, carrying Li Chengfeng's divinity and humanity, set foot on the razed New York.

And they just took a step forward and came behind the false soul.

"Hey, son of a bitch, do you like your father's body?" Humane Li Chengfeng reached out and pressed down his handsome head. However, in his eyes, after being occupied by this upper-class narrator, the handsomeness was gone, and only the intimidating one remained. "You're blocking both ends, right? You're playing dirty tricks, right? I don't want to play anymore! You can do whatever you want!"

"You should... be human, right?" The false soul turned around, not the slightest bit surprised, and asked calmly, "Have you ever considered... that your resistance might also be a script written by me?"

"Does this matter?" Divine Li Chengfeng shook his head. "You are the upper-level narrator, possessing absolute authority over us, that's true... but you chose to come to this narrative level in person to cause trouble, and even entered my body."

"Now, you have to accept a new set of rules... This is something you, as a ethereal upper-level narrative, have never experienced before." Humane Li Chengfeng grinned, revealing a playful smile. "When people are killed... they really die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hands of human Li Chengfeng and divine Li Chengfeng placed their hands on his occupied body at the same time.

"You're the upper-level narrator, that's fine."

"So, you're planning to break free from all these rules and bring me to the same level as you? And then use your vast experience to defeat me? Do you think you're Lu Mofei? Even if you were Lu Mofei, in my eyes, you'd be nothing more than another boring puppet."

The fake soul did not move at all, but a yellow cloak instantly appeared on its body, and the face that originally belonged to Li Chengfeng was also covered by the clown's mask.

"Ahh, the Yellow Fool..."

Li Chengfeng grinned grimly.

"I'm not surprised at all."