Master of Monster Synthesis-Chapter 700 - 362: The Bereaved Youth, Qin Shou_2

"Ah!!"

In the next moment, he raised his arms high, his expression twisted as he howled toward the heavens.

"Must Win!"

"Boom..."

Instantly, the Victory Demon appeared behind Qin Shou. The blood-red words "Must Win" emerged on its forehead, and the endless gray particles, amplified by Qin Shou's aura of despair, surged a hundredfold. In a moment, it broke through the bottleneck of the Divine Realm.

Visible gray particles spread through the universe, engulfing planet after planet, pulling this entire star domain into the gray expanse.

"Oh, Victory, so you still refuse to surrender." The Magic Mirror's eyes glinted coldly.

Just as it prepared to act, its face suddenly changed.

"Not good, this kid never intended to keep fighting."

With a startled cry, it watched as Qin Shou's figure merged into the gray energy. The Magic Mirror sensed that Qin Shou was swiftly escaping to the distance.

Like a beloved toy slipping away on its own, the Magic Mirror hurriedly dove into the gray particles.

"Boom..."

In the next instant, Qin Shou had arrived on a desolate planet.

When the Magic Mirror emerged from the gray particles, it had already transformed into a bizarre entity identical to "Victory" Qin Shou.

"Trying to run away? That's not your style." Seeing Qin Shou pause, the Magic Mirror smiled in relief.

Qin Shou, with his drooping dead fish-like eyes, ignored the Magic Mirror and dissolved into gray particles, flowing underground.

The Magic Mirror, witnessing this, followed him underground as well.

Soon, the Magic Mirror followed Qin Shou to the Dark River.

"Oh, I've never discovered this place before—fascinating," said the Magic Mirror, its face alight with interest.

Qin Shou turned back with a deeply dejected tone: "Goodbye forever. Never want to see you again in this life."

Hearing this, the Magic Mirror's face turned grave.

This kid said that... because of this Dark River?

Ha, laughable—a mere...

Just as the thought surfaced, Qin Shou suddenly turned and dove into the Dark River, disappearing completely.

Yes, completely vanished. Even with the Magic Mirror's abilities, it couldn't sense any trace of Qin Shou!

"What..."

Composure gone, the Magic Mirror looked panicked and desperately tried to jump into the Dark River after him.

"Buzz..."

Instantly, an unimaginable repulsion enveloped the Magic Mirror, and the next moment, it found itself outside the desolate planet without warning or transition.

"This..."

The Magic Mirror's face grew darker and darker. Despite its persistence in trying to enter the river, the result didn't change—it was forcefully transported beyond the planet every single time.

"Damnit, cursed idiot..."

The Magic Mirror cursed madly, its face twisted and hideous. The colossal power radiating from its body reduced the barren planet before it to nothingness.

Yet, the stretch of the Dark River continued to flow incessantly in the starscape.

After a long time, the mirror's grotesque face gradually settled into eerie calm, even showing a trace of sickly pleading.

"Why, why are you running? Come back! Please, come back..."

In the silent void of space, the Magic Mirror curled up beside the Dark River, holding its head, sobbing bitterly.

...

Monster Planet.

Earth Base City.

"Selling fresh abalone! Top-grade Horror Level deep-sea abalone! Come and get it before it's gone..."

"Hey, abalone seller, give me a pound of yours."

"A pound? Brother, don't kid me. I've been selling abalone for years—never once seen someone buy abalone like this."

"Cut the nonsense, just tell me whether you'll sell it..."

"Of course not... Hey, what's your deal? Careful... Whoa..."

At the Monster Exchange entrance, a young man radiating an aura of despair accidentally bumped into the vendor while walking past the abalone stall.

"Pfft..."

Like knocking against a wall, the vendor landed squarely on his pile of abalone, clutching his chest in grief.

"My abalone! Kid, you're paying for that..."

"Take this—it's your compensation."

Leng Wanbai, dressed in dazzling white battle armor, stepped forward and handed an Energy Crystal to the vendor, then followed the crestfallen Qin Shou with a look of exasperation.

"What's with you? Lost the fight?" Leng Wanbai asked with concern.

Qin Shou nodded lifelessly, "Lost, lost, lost..."

"Stop, stop, stop! Enough already! Lost is lost, pull yourself together. You're alive, that's what matters. We'll fight back next time." Leng Wanbai tried to console him.

"Can't beat him..."

Qin Shou's back slumped as he let out a sigh.

His trump card—the Time Stop Card given by Elder Long—had been nothing more than a toy in the Magic Mirror's hands.

If he hadn't obtained partial access to the Light and Dark River while advancing to the Divine Realm, using its cover and strange forces to dive into the Dark River to escape, he would have been finished.

But his current state was bizarre. No—more like outright abnormal.

His shattered sense of self-confidence and crushed pride had driven him into deep despair.

Unexpectedly, this feeling of despair gave birth to a peculiar force unique to him—something Qin Shou hadn't anticipated.

The negative emotions of a Divine Realm expert couldn't be dispelled with mere bits of Positive Energy contributed by Zhang Yida and others.

He had no choice now but to embody a 100% despondent youth.

Honestly, like a Big Fool.

Unless he could defeat the Magic Mirror and reclaim his pride and confidence, this state was likely to persist indefinitely.

"Ah, I'm so defeated!!"

Qin Shou breathed a long sigh toward the heavens, dragging his dead-fish gaze onward toward the Earth-bound Transmission Array.

Flying?

Forget it; too much trouble.

Seeing this, Leng Wanbai frowned with concern and quietly followed behind Qin Shou.

"Hey, doesn't that guy look like Qin... Qin Shou, yeah—the supreme Qin Shou from Earth." A passerby exclaimed joyously, preparing to approach.

Next to him, a friend pulled him back, "Hey, must be mistaken. Look how defeated that guy seems—it's too much. No way that could be the Supreme."

"But he looks exactly like him."

"Come on, nobody measures by looks anymore. I heard there are gangs getting plastic surgery to impersonate Supremes, running all kinds of scams. Don't be a fool."

"No way! Who'd be that bold?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised. The waters are deep, my friend—way over your head."

...

Earth, West City.

Qin Shou emerged from the Transmission Room, gazing skyward at a floating island, letting out another sigh.

"Ah, it's so high. Xiao Bai, carry me home."

Leng Wanbai covered her face, wondering if this was despair.

No, it was laziness!

"Hey, look—it's Principal Qin Shou!"

"Yeah, yeah! Our pride from West City is back!"

Excited murmurs spread over the crowd, one person passing the news to another until a group eagerly surrounded them.

Leng Wanbai waved the crowd back, hoisting up Qin Shou and flying toward the high island.

Midair, Leng Wanbai noticed the tears glimmering in Qin Shou's eyes, muttering internally with exasperation.

"What is it now?"

Qin Shou, with a face full of grief, said: "They... they said... pride... Waaaah, it's so embarrassing..."

Leng Wanbai: "..."

...

The airborne island's most luxurious villa.

"Knock, knock..."

The door was rapped, and Hua Ping opened it to find the dejected Qin Shou standing there.

"Hey, come quick! He's back, our son's home!" Hua Ping exclaimed joyfully.

"Really? That's great, our son's home!"

Qin Guofang rushed over in an apron, his cheerful smile instantly evaporating upon seeing Qin Shou, replaced by caution.

"Get back, dear! That's not our son. No way our boy would look like this—it's definitely those criminals trying to impersonate him!"

Pulling Hua Ping aside, Qin Guofang gave Qin Shou a vicious kick, booting him straight out the door.

"Owwww...."

Outside, hidden in a corner, Leng Wanbai watched helplessly as Qin Shou's head met the ground, covering her face in resignation.

"Are you... alright?"

Leng Wanbai approached, finding Qin Shou staring blankly at nothing.

"Waaah... I lost again..."

...

At the dining table.

Present were Hua Ping, Qin Guofang, Leng Wanbai, Long Xia, Fang Bao, Sika, Lei, Lin Xiaomei, Yu Shusheng, and others sitting across from Qin Shou, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief.

Across from them, Qin Shou rested his head on the table, his lifeless dead-fish eyes staring into space as he mechanically scooped rice into his mouth with chopsticks.

He didn't chew, at all.

Even faced with a table full of his formerly favorite dishes, Qin Shou showed no interest.

Hua Ping cautiously reminded him, "Son, don't just eat rice—have some food too."

Qin Shou paused, let out an "Oh," then tipped the bottle nearest to him into his bowl.

As he resumed eating, Hua Ping froze, her face stiff. "Son, pouring so much soy sauce... Won't it taste terrible?"

"Good."

Qin Shou's empty gaze mechanical, nodding. The rice spilled messily everywhere, yet he continued scooping from the bowl.

The group exchanged worried glances, sensing the dire state of affairs.

"It's over—Qin Shou's gone stupid." Fang Bao scowled.

This level of stupidity—who could he rely on now?

Long Xia, visibly anxious, turned to Leng Wanbai for answers: "What exactly happened to you guys recently?"

Leng Wanbai shook her head, "The specifics are unclear, but what's certain is—he suffered a complete, crushing defeat this time."

"Defeated by who?" Yu Shusheng asked in shock.

"Yeah! Who could beat him? Qin Shou is already Supreme!" Fang Bao exclaimed.

Leng Wanbai sighed, "Probably someone from the Divine Realm."

"Divine Realm?"

The group gasped in unison.