MTL - I Copy Under One Punch-Chapter 248 The Mirror of Fear and the Zombie Man

  Chapter 248 The Mirror of Fear and the Zombie Man

   "Let's congratulate Pig God with warm applause for receiving unanimous praise from the judges and winning the title [Tolerance]!"

  In the land where the hero started, there was a lot of voices.

  The long absence of Aomori and Tornado has not affected the progress of the title battle, and now the fate of five titles has been decided.

"Pig God is really powerful." Said the glasses sitting in the contestant viewing booth, "If it were me, facing the troubles of dozens of children, his mentality would have collapsed a long time ago, and he was able to safely pile up the sand sculpture castle good."

   "Indeed, I can't handle the brat." Saitama, who was sitting next to him, echoed.

   "Next is [Brave], Fubuki's group."

"Um."

"Why, still not reconciled?" Sensing the depression in Saitama's tone, Glasses patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Who made you eat up your stomach? Besides, I'll be with you to embarrass yourself, what are you afraid of?" .”

  In the previous title battle, both Saitama and Glasses lost one after another and failed to win the title.

   "Hey, my 500,000, obviously has a good chance." If the gap is big, Saitama will not be so sad.

"Don't think about it anymore, this is already in the past, if it's gone, it's gone, it's better to look to the future." Glasses said: "For example, cheer for Fubuki and the undocumented seniors now, and when they win, they will have money to invite us Have you eaten hot pot?"

   "Hot pot, please?" Saitama's eyes lit up, he stood up and shouted, "Fubuki, come on! I'm waiting for your celebration banquet!"

  He decided that he would eat back what he lost by eating.

   Saitama's cheering sound was drowned in the turbulent call, without causing any waves.

   Fubuki who came to the field didn't notice either. She looked at the seat in the middle of the auditorium that was still empty, and sighed in disappointment.

   "Okay, the players are all in place, let's take a look at this [Brave] title, what challenges will they face?"

Mr. Da Yuan held a sealed envelope, carefully tore it open in front of all the audience, took out the card inside, and read according to the words on it: "This challenge will require every contestant, Stand in front of the mirror of fear and persist for 5 minutes. The judges will score according to their performance, and the one with the highest score will win the title of "Brave."

   "Mirror of Fear? What is that?" This question arose in everyone's mind.

Mr. Dayuan immediately explained: "The mirror of fear is a magical item collected by Chairman Aomori. It can reveal the most feared things in the hearts of people standing in front of it. But in order to protect the privacy of the players, What is revealed on the mirror of fear will only be seen by the contestant alone."

   "So that's it. Is it to let the contestants face what they are most afraid of?" Glasses touched his chin and said, "To be able to face your own fears is worthy of the name of [Brave]."

   "I don't think I have anything to be afraid of." Saitama patted his thigh and said, "I made a mistake, I should have chosen this."

   "No, if it were you, Saitama, you should see your banknote grow wings and fly away by itself." Glasses complained.

   "No way!"

  Many viewers found it novel and interesting, but many viewers also raised objections: "If you don't show it to us, how will you know if the mirror is real or not. What if it was staged on purpose?"

In this regard, Mr. Da Yuan has long been prepared: "Before the official competition, we will select a few lucky spectators to let them experience the authenticity of the Mirror of Fear. After experiencing our Mirror of Fear, we will also get a share Exquisite gift."

He reached into the lottery box, took out a small ball at random, broke the two halves, took a look at the small note inside, leaned in front of the microphone and said: "6 rows of 74 seats, congratulations to this one!" Lucky audience!"

   "It's me, it's me!" A strong man jumped up from his seat, holding up his ticket and laughing, "I've won! I've won!"

  The staff invited him out of the venue, and a reporter interviewed: "Congratulations on getting this rare opportunity to experience, are you excited now?"

   "Well, a little bit, mainly because I was selected from thousands of people. I feel very lucky today. After the event is over, I'm going to buy a lottery ticket!"

   "Haha, then congratulations in advance on your winning." The reporter asked again: "Can you tell me what you are afraid of?"

"No! I have been courageous since I was a child, and there is nothing that can scare me. If I were a hero, I would definitely win the title of [Brave]!" The strong man waved his hand, pointing to the heroes on the field and said: " Compared with guts, they can't."

   "What a warrior! I can already feel his courage just by provoking so many heroes in public. I believe he will have a good performance in the future. Let's send him off with applause!"

  Amid the warm applause, the strong man walked up to the mirror of fear with his head held high and his chest held high.

   At the time of their interview, the staff had already transported the Mirror of Fear to the center of the venue.

  The mirror of fear is not very big, just like the mirror used by ordinary girls to dress up. It is fixed on a table, surrounded by wooden boards, only one side is open, and there is a black cloth covering the mirror.

  The staff moved the table and rotated it for several weeks before fixing the table and removing the black cloth on it.

  The strong man was brought before the mirror, and the challenge was about to begin.

   "The challenge of the lucky audience has begun. Do you think he can last for 5 minutes?"

   "It's easy." The strong man stared at himself in the mirror with piercing eyes, without the slightest fear, and said with a sneer: "I'll see what you have to scare me."

   As soon as the words fell, the figure in the mirror suddenly blurred and turned into a black shadow.

  The black shadow looked like a living monster, revealing two red lights that looked like eyeballs.

   "That's it?" The strong man said disdainfully, "Horror movies are scarier than you."

   "Oh, a minute has passed, and the challenger's expression is still as arrogant as ever. Could it be that he can really succeed in the challenge?" the on-site commentator said in surprise.

  Hearing more and more exclamations from more and more people, the strong man smiled triumphantly, and his heart became more calm.

  However, the next second, the original deafening voices all fell silent, and the strong man turned his head strangely, only to find that the audience got up one by one and walked out of the venue.

"Hey! What's the matter with you? I'm still challenging. Why did you leave? Did you not watch the next challenge?" The strong man felt inexplicably flustered, his feet seemed to be stuck and he couldn't move. , he could only shout desperately: "Don't! Don't go! Don't leave me alone!"

  No matter how much he yelled, everyone turned a deaf ear to him, and soon he was the only one left in the huge venue.

   "Why? I'm still here? Why are you all gone? Does anyone pay attention to me?!" The strong man squatted down with his head in his arms, his expression full of horror.

   Above him, Darkley, who was floating, said softly: "Is it because you are afraid of being alone?"

  It waved its hand, ending his nightmare.

  The host said in surprise: "Unbelievable big reversal! The challenger suddenly collapsed and cried at two minutes, what did he see?!"

   When the strong man left the field in a daze, the long-awaited reporter came up to him, put the microphone in front of his mouth, and asked, "Sir, can I ask what you saw in the mirror of fear just now?"

   "." The strong man didn't answer, but just shook his head in a daze, his eyes glazed over.

   Before waiting for the reply from the strong man, the reporter said helplessly: "It seems that our challenger needs some time to adjust. Let's send him a beautiful gift first, and hope that he can cheer up soon."

  Ms. Da Huang felt a little nervous: "The mirror of fear is worthy of the name, and the challenge is also very risky. I advise the audience to do what they can."

   "What Teacher Da Huang said is true." The host nodded in empathy.

   Without their reminders, many of the audience who saw this scene gave up the idea of ​​trying. Some of them tried it hard, and all of them fell down in two minutes without exception.

  After this session ended, it was finally the turn of the ten heroes to challenge.

  Because Fubuki ranked first in the preliminaries, he was the last to play.

   After a while, the first 8 heroes have all finished the challenge, but the results are not very good, and the one who lasted the longest only just arrived for 3 minutes.

   "The Mirror of Fear is really terrifying. I think this is the most difficult challenge. Compared with it, the previous ones are nothing worth mentioning."

   "The next challenge is the A-level hero zombie man. It is rumored that he has an immortal body and is not afraid of death. I don't know what else he is afraid of. I look forward to his breakthrough."

  ‘If you are talking about fear, of course I have it. Standing in front of the mirror of fear, the zombie man thought silently: "I am afraid that I will lose my mind and become a weirdo; I am afraid that Dr. Genos will not keep his law and make another big thing; I am afraid that I will be killed because I am a test subject." others isolated'

  ‘There are too many things to be afraid of, but I will not back down. Even the **** of death wants to give in to me, how can I escape in the face of these things? I will face you one by one, and then risk my life to solve you! '

  The zombie man who jumps back and forth on the verge of death every day has already cultivated a will like steel. For him, nothing can make him flinch.

   "Is that really the case?" Darkrai, who was hiding in the dark, began to cast spells.

The zombie man immediately saw circles of ripples appearing on the mirror of the mirror of fear, a claw with sharp nails stretched out from it, then a head like a devil, and finally the whole body broke away from the mirror and fell on him in front of.

'this is? ’ The zombie man’s pupils shrank, and he recognized the identity of the monster in front of him: ‘The ghost-level monster, the shadow cat demon, was defeated by me with 214 lives two years ago. Sure enough, the mirror of fear reproduces people's fear by making people enter the illusion. '

  After witnessing the challenges of many people before, he has already guessed, and now it is a means of confirming the mirror of fear.

  ‘However, this time you made a mistake. Although that battle was fought very hard, I have never been afraid of it. ’ The zombie man directly ignored the existence of the shadow cat demon.

   Seeing that he was being ignored, the shadow cat demon widened her scarlet eyes, and on her charred face, a **** mouth suddenly opened, and a mouthful of hot air was blown out.

  It crawled down, kicked its forelegs, and threw itself at the zombie man like a black phantom.

  ‘Fake fake. ’ The zombie man said silently in his heart. He was worried that if he resisted, he would move accordingly in the real world. This is undoubtedly a deduction item.

  So, he stood motionless, even closing his eyes.

  The shadow cat demon flew past him and came behind him, landing with an arm in its mouth.

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  The astonishing pain hit, and the zombie man who was already familiar with him shook his head indifferently: "It's useless, I will be able to recover from this degree of injury soon"

   As he spoke, the zombie man's expression suddenly changed, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

   "No way, is there still such an operation?" He lowered his head and glanced at the wound, where blood was continuously flowing, showing no signs of recovery.

"My immortal body is gone. Is this what I fear most? Obviously I long to become an ordinary human being, but at the same time I am also afraid of losing my immortal body." The zombie man said with a wry smile: "My essence Is it also a contradictory body like human beings?"

  'This is troublesome. ’ A feeling that I had never experienced before came to my heart. Looking at the shadow cat demon who was eager to try, the zombie man had the fear of death for the first time.

   "Illusions, all hallucinations, I am an immortal zombie man, I am immortal!" As the zombie man muttered to himself, the shadow cat demon roared and rushed towards him.

   "It's a pity! The fearless zombie man finally fell in 4 minutes and 37 seconds. Is it true that no one can pass this challenge?"

   With the host's announcement, the zombie man's challenge is over.

  After he returned to reality, he immediately picked up the ax and gave it to himself. When he confirmed that the undead body was still there, the zombie man was greatly relieved.

   "It's a terrible thing to die completely. I'd better choose to die."

  He stood up and left the field with the help of the staff.

   "The last challenger is left, please invite the B-level hero Fubuki to appear on the stage! It is worth mentioning that she is the younger sister of the S-level hero Tornado, and she must bring us surprises."

   "It doesn't matter if you don't say the last sentence." Fubuki took a deep breath, and amidst the passionate cheers of the audience, she walked slowly towards the mirror of fear.

  She glanced at the stands again, but still did not see Aomori and Tornado, and turned her head in disappointment.

  Suddenly, more enthusiastic screams erupted from the auditorium than before. Fuxue seemed to sense it, and suddenly raised her head, seeing a familiar figure descending from the sky and landing in front of her.

   "Teacher, you are back?!" Fuxue was very happy, "Has the matter been resolved? I am very worried about you."

   "Well, the matter was resolved smoothly." Aomori nodded.

   "Where's my sister?" Fubuki also wanted to prove herself in front of her sister.

   "Her." Aomori said with an unchanged face: "We went through a fierce battle, and she felt a little tired afterwards, so she went home."

   "Is that so." Careful Fubuki noticed that Aomori had changed into a different set of clothes, and couldn't help but lament that this was indeed a terrible battle.

   "Come on, Fuxue, don't let those who support you down."

   "Well, I will do my best!" Fubuki clenched her fists and said firmly.

  (end of this chapter)