Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

78: Chapter 78 Even if dark clouds can obscure the sun, the gloom is only temporary.Zhang Mu, using his Shadow Technique, stood on the roof of a skyscraper, gazing at the distant tower spire that had been shattered.

After spending seven days and using dozens of various potions, he had finally managed to make the scene barely meet his expectations.

Withdrawing his gaze, he looked down at the street.

The crisscrossing streets, where not a single person had been seen for seven days, now resembled a calm fish pond into which a stone had been thrown; big fish and small fish were leaping out of the water, making for quite a lively scene.

”Are they preparing to evacuate the citizens?”

Observing soldiers standing at various traffic junctions, directing citizens to evacuate the city in an orderly fashion, Zhang Mu was lost in thought.

This was something he hadn’t expected.

In his view, the lightning that had just struck looked frightening, but it was all guided by his own Mental Energy and wouldn’t strike anyone.

It was all aimed at empty parks, courtyards, and the like.

Things had gotten a bit out of hand.

Zhang Mu felt a bit awkward and looked up at the sky.

There were still a few bolts of lightning brewed by the potions in the dark cloud layer that needed to be used up.

The lightning released by the potions was quite different from the ones he unleashed himself.

The latter was formed by his own magic power, like two cups of clear water that, when poured together, would seamlessly merge into one, indistinguishable from each other.

But the former... that stuff was like ink; it would stain the clear water black.

Zhang Mu didn’t want to test whether the panel’s resurrection function was effective in reality; if he lost, the stake would be his own life.

He had to use them up quickly and then hurry to get the ”Tribulation” over with, otherwise, he would be putting the soldiers and citizens through too much trouble.

After pondering for a moment, he used his Mental Energy to guide the remaining bolts of lightning, striking the asphalt road surface that the citizens and soldiers had passed by not long ago.

This stuff was cheap and quick to repair; compared to fixing houses, it was certainly much easier.

With only one bolt of lightning left, Zhang Mu gazed at the cloud layer where the lightning glow was almost invisible, activated his Transformation Technique, and turned into the appearance of Immortal Xu.

Then, he took out four or five bottles of potions from his inventory.

These included ones that amplified magic power, ones with effects similar to the wind-element magic—Levitation Technique, and so on.

He pulled out the corks and downed them all at once. Zhang Mu raised his hand to wipe away the remaining droplets of liquid from the corner of his mouth: ”It’s truly strange. I’ve been brewing medicine for seven days and haven’t seen Frederica come to find me. Where could she have gone?”

”Didn’t she go to the tavern? That shouldn’t be right. That female elf has a low tolerance but a huge craving; she definitely would have gone for a drink after returning to the city.”

”I’ll go look for her in the city once I finish up here.”

Muttering to himself, the invisible Zhang Mu flew toward the Municipal Building, pondering in his mind the lines he would say in a moment.

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Municipal Building, conference room.

The old man in the Zhongshan suit, the Bureau Chief, and Ye Ming sat around the conference table.

Their actions were similar, with their fingers intertwined on the tabletop. No one spoke; in the conference room, where the windows had been shattered by the thunder, only the howling wind was blowing.

A long time passed.

”Boom—”

Another peal of thunder that almost shattered their eardrums.

The old man swatted away the secretary’s hand covering his ears and rushed to the window in a few steps.

In the distance, a bolt of lightning as thick as a water bucket, carrying a terrifying momentum as if to pierce the earth, descended from the dark black clouds.

The Bureau Chief followed behind the old man: ”Old Leader, don’t stand by the window; it’s dangerous.”

The old man ignored him completely, gripping the windowsill with both hands. His palms were pierced by the sharp, stuck glass shards, and blood flowed along the palm lines toward his wrists, staining his cuffs red.

”Tribulation...”

”It’s too late, it’s too late!”