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In a meditative state, Lin Yuan suddenly felt a dizzying sensation, as if his consciousness was being pulled by an invisible force, uncontrollably plunging into an unknown space. He had thought he was merely recovering his mental strength, but just as he finished heeding Han Lingyun's warning, he found himself truly facing the illusionary attack of the Obsidian Empire.
"So this is the Obsidian Empire's Illusion Cultivation Method? That was quick..." Lin Yuan chuckled to himself, then cautiously scanned his surroundings.
When his awareness became fully clear, the scene before him left him stunned. It was a university campus he knew all too well, with the gentle spring sunlight spilling over the tree-lined paths. The distant lecture buildings glowed softly in the light. A few students passed by him, backpacks slung over their shoulders, chatting and laughing. Everything felt so harmonious and beautiful, as if he had returned to his most carefree days.
"It seems they are deliberately lowering my guard," Lin Yuan smirked with a hint of mockery. "The Obsidian Empire really knows how to play."
He strolled through the campus, enjoying the refreshing spring breeze and inhaling the scents of grass and flowers in the air. The details of the illusion were so vivid that even the floating pollen particles were clearly visible. If it weren't for Han Lingyun's earlier warning, he might have been completely deceived by this beautiful facade.
"Senior Lin!" A familiar voice called from behind.
Lin Yuan turned around to see a girl in a school uniform running towards him. In the sunlight, her ponytail bounced with her youthful energy, and a sweet smile adorned her face. It was Sun Jia, the junior who had secretly harbored feelings for him during college.
"Jia Jia?" Lin Yuan frowned slightly as a wave of complex emotions surged within him.
"Senior, you're finally back!" The girl exclaimed excitedly. "I heard you're participating in the National Martial Arts Championship, so I came to cheer you on!"
Her words struck Lin Yuan like a dagger to the heart. The scene before him suddenly twisted and warped; the campus began to fade away, replaced by the familiar setting of a competition venue.
He found himself standing in the center of the Martial Arts Competition arena, surrounded by an audience packed with spectators. The referee raised his hand, ready to announce the start of the match. Opposite him stood a burly man—Zhou Qiang, his opponent from three years ago who had poisoned him.
"Here we go again?" Lin Yuan scoffed. "Looks like the Obsidian Empire did their homework on me."
Zhou Qiang wore a sinister smile, his eyes filled with disdain. The atmosphere in the arena grew tense as cheers from the audience turned into a cacophony. Lin Yuan felt a wave of dizziness wash over him; his stomach began to ache—symptoms reminiscent of when he had been poisoned three years prior.
"A nightmare from three years ago, wanting me to relive it?" Lin Yuan gritted his teeth and straightened his back. He knew this was just an illusion, but his body's reactions felt all too real, as if he had truly returned to that nightmarish day.
As the match began, Zhou Qiang's attacks came like a torrential storm. Lin Yuan instinctively tried to block them, but his body felt heavier and his movements slower. The poison was taking effect again, just like it had three years ago.
"So that's where it is!" Lin Yuan exclaimed in surprise, realizing that this laboratory was hidden within an ordinary office building in the center of Jiang City, disguised as the R&D department of a tech company.
In the final moments, a flicker of complex emotion flashed in the eyes of Han Lingyun's avatar, as if deep within her programming, there still existed fragments of the true Han Lingyun's consciousness.
"Lin Yuan..." she whispered, "be careful of them..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Han Lingyun's avatar completely dissipated, and the entire illusionary world collapsed. Lin Yuan felt a tremendous pulling force, and then his consciousness rapidly returned to reality.
He suddenly opened his eyes to find himself still lying on the worn-out sofa in his rental apartment, beads of cold sweat covering his forehead. Outside the window, dawn was breaking, and the first rays of morning sunlight were trying to penetrate the heavy curtains.
Lin Yuan took a deep breath, feeling sore all over and utterly exhausted, yet excitement sparkled in his eyes. Not only had he successfully cracked the illusionary attack from the Obsidian Empire, but he had also unexpectedly gained clues about the location of the Core Laboratory.
"Obsidian Empire," he murmured to himself with a hint of a cold smile at the corner of his mouth. "It's time for us to confront each other directly."
Lin Yuan stood up and walked to the window, pulling back the curtains to let the morning sunlight flood the room. He knew that his next actions would be fraught with danger, but he had no choice. If he did not take the initiative, the Obsidian Empire would only unleash stronger illusionary attacks until they completely controlled his consciousness.
Just as he was about to contact Zhou Haoran to plan their next move, his phone on the table suddenly vibrated. The screen displayed an unknown number, suggesting that someone was more eager than he was to reach him.
Lin Yuan hesitated for a moment but ultimately answered the call. A cold and unfamiliar voice came through the receiver: "Lin Yuan, do you want to know the true source of your cellular absorption ability? Eight o'clock tonight, 66 Xinming Road. Come alone."
The call abruptly ended, leaving Lin Yuan standing there with trembling hands gripping his phone. Was this a trap or a revelation? Was the conspiracy of the Obsidian Empire more complex than he had imagined?
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