Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

"..."

Chen Yan frowned as he looked at his old self in front of him who had transformed into the Riddler.

"Huh?" Old Chen Yan looked coldly at the silent "phantom" in front of him, and walked towards Chen Yan with a knife.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute! Why do you want to kill someone if you disagree with me!" Chen Yan was shocked. Although he knew that he was in a dream, this dream was too real to be true. Chen Yan could already smell the elderly version of himself in front of him. The smell of blood on his body, "What on earth is going on! A few riddles from Teacher Ba won't make me have such a ridiculous dream!"

"..."

Old Chen Yan stopped and stared blankly at his young self in front of him. It seemed that he had experienced this conversation before.

what's the situation?

"You..." Old Chen Yan frowned and opened his mouth, "What year are you... now?"

"2023!" Chen Yan hurriedly said, "I was in Taixing District, Kyoto... Well, no, Teacher Ba suddenly dropped me and asked me to keep going, and then I fainted, and then I came here! "

Old Chen Yan seemed to have thought of some bad memories, and his expression was a little unnatural. Then he suddenly shook the straight knife in his hand and slowly sheathed the blade. Staring at the face of the younger version of himself in front of him, his lips moved but he did not speak.

"What is going on? Isn't Otto Berg dead?" Chen Yan frowned and asked. "Also, what's going on with your outfit? Is your hair dyed?"

Old Chen Yan silently looked at himself in front of him and said softly: "I didn't expect...it would be at this time..."

"No, if you were me, you should know that what I hate the most is the Riddler!" Chen Yan was a little anxious, why did the elderly version of himself in front of him also start to be the Riddler?

"Otto Berg is dead." Old Chen Yan said coldly, "But his consciousness is not dead, he has become stronger."

"What?" Chen Yan's eyes widened.

"I see..." Old Chen Yan ignored Chen Yan's question, but frowned, and then looked at the surrounding space. "if it is like this……"

"..."

Chen Yan watched the elderly version of himself talking to himself speechlessly. At this moment, he felt that his brain was no longer used.

Lao Chen Yan waved his hand, and all Otto Berg's corpses on the ground were eliminated, replaced by the corpses of countless familiar faces.

John fell in a pool of blood, his broken arm replaced with a silver-white mechanical arm. No. 47 was lying on his back. He should have had a dead face, but he was smiling and his eyes had lost their light. The two Tang Weis, who looked exactly the same, were back to back, with countless shocking wounds on their bodies. Wu Fu, on the other hand, was holding a knife in one hand and kneeling on the ground. He had died of excessive blood loss. Wesley was holding two guns and his neck was bruised. He had obviously been strangled to death. And Leti stood upright, a black hand just passed through her heart.

There are more and more corpses, including Saito Kyoka, Yagami Takayuki, Kaito Masaharu, Kuwana Hitoshi, and even Majima Goro, as well as an uncle with a strange hairstyle and an afro. Countless corpses appear one by one, dead. Different shapes.

Chen Yan stared blankly at the more and more corpses in front of him, and old Chen Yan had a flash of pain in his eyes, but more importantly, he felt deep self-blame.

"This is the reason." Old Chen Yan said softly. "This is what you will experience in the future."

Chen Yan slowly stepped forward and touched each corpse. The corpses of each of them were still warm, and everyone remained the same as when they died. Especially Letty, who seemed to be crying for something, but Chen Yan didn't hear her voice.

Chen Yan trembled and looked at old Chen Yan: "What on earth is going on... Just talk! Why is this happening!"

"This is our destiny." Old Chen Yan said coldly, "Cynical, this world is just a different world to you, everything is just fun to you, you act like this now, and Who can I show it to?"

"I..." Chen Yan looked at the tragic situation around him tremblingly, "I didn't..."

"You have. Because I have experienced everything you have." Old Chen Yan said coldly, put his right hand on his left shoulder, and turned around slowly.

"Wow!"

The tattered clothes on his body were directly taken off by Old Chen Yan at this time, and behind him was a blood-red dragon.

"The original color of Canglong is the light blue that represents the sky." Old Chen Yan said, "Ever since my friends around me died in front of me one by one, I gave up everything and spent my whole life chasing the culprit. I asked Mr. Yue to change my tattoo to blood red just to make me remember the bloody lesson!"

"Only when a person loses everything will he realize how stupid he is!"

"You will eventually become me, Chen Yan, because a big hand called 'fate' always pushes you forward."

"And if I want to change all this, I must find the 'Observer'..."

"Cherish your time now, Chen Yan, because this is your last good time." Old Chen Yan smiled sarcastically, but that smile was extremely sad.

"...No way." Chen Yan knelt on the ground and slowly raised his head.

Old Chen Yan frowned slightly when he saw the eyes that were exactly the same as his own: "What can't you do?"

"I will never be you..." Chen Yan stood up slowly, "I will never be you!"

"But you have already become one." Old Chen Yan's eyes showed disappointment, "Because I have said this to my future self."

"This won't change anything, Chen Yan."

"Fate just doesn't make sense."

"Fuck fate!" Chen Yan said coldly, "I will work hard to become stronger until I can protect everyone!"

"You can't do it, Chen Yan." Old Chen Yan sneered, "Power? No power can protect everyone. Even if you are invincible, accidents will come faster than power! This is your life !”

"I don't believe in fate..." Chen Yan's eyes were as cold as a knife, his body began to become illusory, and those last words disappeared into the air along with his body.

"I only believe in myself!"

Old Chen Yan sighed, and the surrounding environment began to become brighter. He slowly turned around and said in a low voice: "This sentence... I also said it before."

"Is fate really that easy to change?"

The strong wind blew up Lao Chen Yan's white hair. Lao Chen Yan looked into the distance. In mid-air, Otto, who was like a god on earth, was smiling maniacally, and Lao Chen Yan's hand was already holding it. At the hilt of the knife.

Old Chen Yan did not see the corpse behind him turn into pieces of light and disappear. His eyes were very firm, he clenched the hilt of the knife in his hand, and looked at Otto in mid-air with his upper body naked.

"You are becoming more and more interesting to me, Mr. Chen Yan." Otto watched the old Chen Yan's body gradually rise and faced him, smiling slightly, "'Visitor from outer space'... This miraculous physique, I really want to Let’s study it carefully after dissection.”

"Then you have to kill me first." Old Chen Yan said coldly, "But before that..."

"I'll kill you first."

The two of them turned into afterimages and rushed straight towards each other. At this moment, Old Chen Yan's hand pressed the button on the handle of the knife. A warm wave of air surged out, and the straight knife in his hand turned into a blade of light. It was a huge sword energy.

Otto looked at his broken arm in disbelief. His body, which should have been invulnerable, was cut off so easily. Golden blood splashed, and the sword energy actually split the clouds. They were originally dark clouds. The shrouded world was actually penetrated by a ray of sunlight. And Old Chen Yan's knife was incredibly fast, and it hit Otto's face straight!

This sword cuts the sky.

The next knife will kill the god!