Chapter 359 - 355: The Calm Before the Storm

Chapter 359: Chapter 355: The Calm Before the Storm

At the scene, the Reincarnators took out desktop computers and started playing videos at a hundred times the normal speed:

*Ultra Galaxy Mega Monster Battle*, *One-Punch Man*, *JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure*, and *One Hundred Thousand Bad Jokes*!

"Win, win, win~"

"You want to defeat me? You’re 20,000 years too early!"

"Why is everyone in the universe speaking Chinese!?"

...

Because this was all related to tomorrow’s great battle, the Fourth Turn masters were all staring intently at their computer screens, analyzing the footage with academic rigor.

’This Bolos guy is so strong. If he hadn’t run into Saitama, he might have actually destroyed Earth.’

’So Dio’s ability is to stop time? This is getting tricky.’

’So the Great King of Nowhere’s ability is Stupidity Energy. No wonder he’s always acting like an idiot.’

...

Not far away, the Reincarnators gathered together, their expressions turning a bit strange as they watched a group of Fourth Turn masters squatting in front of computers, binge-watching anime.

"Boss, doesn’t this count as one of those ’reaction fic’ tropes from Faloo?" a female Reincarnator couldn’t help but ask.

"What I want to know is why those Fourth Turn masters are identical to the villains from these shows," Ookata Takahiro said, unable to comprehend. "What happened to copyright awareness?"

After all, the world they had transmigrated into was a spin-off of the unreleased *Carnival Day* movie. How could they be seeing so many characters from different franchises and companies in what was supposed to be a single animated film?

"I did hear a rumor, actually," a female Reincarnator said.

"I heard that Star River Company, the one behind Carnival Day, was buying up character rights on a massive scale. The word is they want to make an interactive movie, something like *Ready Player One*."

"But that still doesn’t explain where these anime characters came from, or what those Fourth Turn masters are trying to do by posing as them." Ookata Takahiro scratched his head. This pre-battle mobilization was leaving him speechless.

As they were discussing among themselves, Emperor Chu hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. "A few days ago, we discovered that one of Fang Can’s subordinates is a Third Turn named Fourth Generation Fire Shadow, Minato Namikaze. Do you know of him?"

The Reincarnators, now completely out of witty remarks, exchanged a look. "Of course we do. It’s from *Naruto*. Don’t worry, I’ll send you the original manga later."

Hearing what the Reincarnators said, Emperor Chu felt a flicker of relief.

It was a good thing the Reincarnators had joined them early. With these "character biographies," they could employ targeted decapitation strikes against their enemies.

Half an hour later, the Fourth Turn masters on site had finished binge-watching the shows and had a general understanding of the key points.

"Everyone, rest assured. We are not facing the original characters," Yang Xu said, raising a hand. "What we’re facing are likely just Fourth Turn Martial Artists who possess their memories and some of their traits."

"So, abilities like the planet-destroying Star-shattering Roar Cannon or Dio’s time stop... to put it bluntly, these are just manifestations of a Fourth Turn inheritance. They definitely won’t be that exaggerated."

"Next, we can discuss how to counter these Fourth Turn masters."

As Yang Xu spoke, the Fourth Turn Martial Artists present nodded in agreement.

Ye Hao gently tightened his collar. "Dio and I have the same type of inheritance. I’m confident I can tie him up."

"Then leave the cosmic overlord, Bolos, to me." A burly man who wielded the power of the earth stepped forward with a fierce grin. "Let me be the one to test his mettle."

"We have the numerical advantage, so we shouldn’t fight one-on-one," Ookata Takahiro couldn’t help but interject. "We should, of course, carry on the righteous spirit of ganging up on people. A three-on-one is the safest bet, right?"

Emperor Chu nodded. "According to the latest intelligence, the characters appearing aren’t limited to just these few series. There’s at least one more from *Naruto*. Everyone, pass the information around."

"It’s not just us. The First through Third Turn masters below us must also study these works seriously."

"After all, tomorrow it will be soldiers against soldiers and kings against kings. All of us Fourth Turn masters will go out to face Fang Can and his four Fourth Turn subordinates. The rest of our forces will have to counterattack their people."

At this, Ye Hao looked at Ookata Takahiro seriously. "Can your computers be made public tomorrow? If a new character appears, we can share information with each other through our Heart Images."

"That’s no problem, of course, but I suggest you take it easy," Ookata Takahiro said earnestly. "It would be best to let the Martial Artists below the Fourth Turn wear them down, gather intelligence, and stall for time first."

"This is actually a war of attrition. In ten days, I can pull more reinforcements from the Main God Space. At that point, defeating Fang Can will be a simple matter," Ookata Takahiro advised.

Evidently, based on the Main God Space’s evaluation, they didn’t think Fang Can would be that easy to take down.

After a moment’s hesitation, the Fourth Turn masters refused one after another.

"There’s no need. We already understand Fang Can’s Fourth Turn subordinates. Let’s just crush him in one fell swoop. As for the others of lower Realms, they just need to block Fang Can’s main army."

Seeing that the Fourth Turn masters wouldn’t agree, the Reincarnators cursed silently in their hearts but had no choice but to go along with it.

Meanwhile, as the Fourth Turn masters were holding their discussion, Fang Can was propping his cheek on his hand, gazing at the bright moon in the dead of night.

Before him, Jiang Qilan’s jade-like arms, so pale they seemed to glow in the dark, were wrapped gently around him. She looked up at Fang Can’s profile, resembling a Guanyin under the moonlight, shed of her shell.

"Fang... Brother Fang, if we do this... won’t Sister Ning An get jealous?" A faint blush appeared on the young woman’s face as she spoke with a hint of playful complaint.

She recalled a few days ago when Fang Can, his eyes filled with fury, had stormed into her bedchambers. With a look that said he couldn’t care less about anything, he had swept her up and carried her straight to the bed.

What’s that? The Empress? Doesn’t that just make it more exciting?

Then came the whole affair of spending the night in the dragon bed, a capital crime for daring to touch the Empress.

Responding to Jiang Qilan’s words, Fang Can, having just vented the full force of his fury, spoke with a placid expression:

"Fighting one or fighting ten thousand makes no difference to me. It’s all the same battle."

As he spoke, he gently patted Jiang Qilan’s back. "Let’s continue our gallop. Don’t think about anyone else tonight. It belongs only to you."

After speaking, he watched Jiang Qilan begin to moan softly, his own expression impassive.

When in a state of anger, Fang Can was left with only two emotions: one was lust, and the other was the desire to destroy.

After indulging the first emotion to his heart’s content tonight, all that would remain for tomorrow was the pure desire for destruction.

With this in mind, he gently crooked his finger, signaling for the two servant girls waiting at the side to come forward and attend to them.

Meanwhile, outside the imperial palace, within the encirclement of nations now occupied by the Great Derivation’s territory.

The four villains transformed by Fang Can had each chosen a location to garrison in the north, south, east, and west.

Like Fang Can, they had not the slightest worry about the next day’s battle.

Before them now lay over a thousand coffins, all filled with the Martial Artists who had been converted over the past few days.

In addition, there were the bodies of 500,000 logged-off First Turn players, which had been completely remodeled into a uniform pattern by the King of Lame Gags.

Amid the earnest preparations on both sides, the short night quickly passed.