Phantasmal Genesis

Translator

I’m going to shoot myself, now the author is now describing Yasuo’s weapon as a longsword or as a knife in different paragraphs. I’m just gonna keep it as either a knife or ambiguously since there was a line directly addressing his weapon as a knife in the previous chapter.

Once he had successfully logged in, Meng Ke opened his profile.

And he saw that his account was active from Season 2 to Season 8, his highest rank being Diamond 1.

Watching the savage (5 enemy kills in succession) clips he had saved, Meng Ke couldn’t find any memory of playing this game.

He was sure now, someone had wiped out the existence of this game.

Meng Ke felt a chill running through his body.

When did this start?

How could he have been entirely unaware?!

At that instant, Meng Ke wanted to get up and run. But then, he started thinking.

This intangible power had swept through the world, and it might have already been aware of his existence.

But, it didn’t care?

If someone had a power like this, why would he only wipe the existence of this game like this?

Was he trying out his strength?

It was utterly plausible.

But then, what about the appearance of Yasuo?

If there was a power like this that existed, why would it allow a normal human’s consciousness to connect with a game character that had appeared in reality?

Was he also gathering energy through this?

And as this thought popped up, Meng Ke instantly refuted it.

That’s not right!

If someone truly had a power like this, he could have already dominated mankind, and he wouldn’t have had to do something like that.

Unable to find an answer, Meng Ke thought of his ability to upload and edit memories.

He had thought about conquering humanity the moment he had gotten this power, but because he couldn’t connect to every single human on Earth just yet, he gave up on his plans to alter the memories of everyone on Earth.

“Or is he an idiot?” Meng Ke was stuck.

Unless this power was uncontrollable, anyone wielding this ability would be able to conquer the entire planet.

But this person chose to leave Meng Ke, a threat, alone and instead silently erased a game from existence.

“What kind of hatred did he have? To have such great enmity against a game?”

Meng Ke stopped himself from thinking further, since the opponent was strong enough to ignore him, why would he bother with worrying?

Worry about that guy coming to kill him?

Hah.

If he did so, Meng Ke would instead be happier. This would at least prove that his abilities were a threat to that person.

“Diamond 1? I didn’t expect you bastard to be able to reach diamond.”

Luo Chao tutted at the side.

Meng Ke glanced his way and slapped him into unconsciousness with his spiritual power.

Against that power, Meng Ke was amazed, but at the same time, he had a guess.

Perhaps, that power wasn’t controllable by humans.

And if that was the case, there was a meaning to Yasuo’s existence.

And once his spiritual power had travelled through an auntie dancing at the square, Yasuo had already appeared.

He brought his weapon, returning to where Meng Ke had discovered him. He was currently leaning on his blade, which was stabbed into the marble flooring, and his arms were hugging his chest as rested his eyes.

But what was strange was that not only was he surrounded by a large crowd, there were also about 7 children kneeling ont he ground.

“Comrade, if you choose to remain silent, we have no choice but to bring them to the police station.”

The police had been here for god knows how long, and their faces were filled with exasperation as they stared at the silent Yasuo. They wanted to take him away from the start, but……

“I forbid you from taking away our master!”

The 7 children kneeling on the ground looked at the police with enmity, their arms spread open to block their way.

“You are obstructing justice!”

And after the angered policeman had spoken, the child that was the leader of the bunch didn’t cower as he responded, “Tch! I’m not afraid of you, I’, only 12 years old! I won’t allow you to take away my master, over my dead body!”

“And me! I’m 11 years old!”

“I’m 12!”

………

Despite being within the age range of 11-12, the children were all well-grown, with the tallest amongst them being above 160 cm (5’2”).

Suddenly.

Yasuo’s eyes were open, and his sharp gaze surveyed the surrounding before stopping at a man in strange clothing that was standing not too far away.

“You!!”

His eyes widened, filled with unimaginable shock.

This phantasy had the same height as Yasuo, he held the same long sword, but he was wearing an outfit of a Western cowboy.

In Luo Chao’s memory, this man had a name too.

High Noon – Yasuo.

“Is it familiar?” The phantasy had a deep, charming voice, identical to Yasuo’s.

“I am you, but I am also not you, I am worth $69 more.” The phantasy spoke slowly.

And as he finished his sentence, another person walked out from behind him.

This man was wearing a futuristic alloy armour, his face was covered, and his long white hair flowed behind him.

PROJECT – Yasuo

“I am also worth $69 more.”

And after he spoke, yet another person walked out.

This man’s appearance brought on a bloody and sticky aura in the surroundings, with an evil presence enveloping him.

Blood Moon – Yasuo.

“I, am worth $79 more.”

And as he spoke, an elegant man wearing a white Hanfu walked out.

“Tch tch.” He looked at the dazed Yasuo with interest.

“Is the Wind Swordsman very powerful? No, I have three just like you.”

“You……What do you mean?”

His face was dark as the knife in his hands left its scabbard, his eyes filled with killing intent as he stared at the four of them.

His instantaneous change shocked the surrounding crowd as they started to retreat. They thought that he was finally on the brink of going insane, and was going to start attacking the police.

If you had seen three people who had identical bodies and auras to you, what would you feel?

Yasuo felt as though someone was playing a prank on him, how could there be more than one of the same person in the world?

Was the three of them mocking him?!

“You don’t believe me?” The man in white clothing had seen through Yasuo’s thoughts, and he waved his arm as Blood Moon rushed forwards.

Yasuo stood there silently, waiting for them to come closer.

“Hasaki!”

“Hasaki!”

With a flash of white light, and a flash of red, two blade lights collided in the air with identical speeds and cancelled out each other.

Yasuo paused for a moment, it was an identical skill to his?

And at that moment, the red figure in front of him jumped in the air, resembling an overturned tsunami as he pounced towards him.

Yasuo never chose to fight with just strength, and facing the Blood Moon pouncing his way, he lowered his body and charged forwards by 2 meters.

The two passed by each other.

Following that, Blood Moon landed behind Yasuo, and at the same time, the two turned to face each other as their weapons clashed.

“Yin!”

A clear sound rang out, and right after this clash, countless sword-wielding figures danced as the two continued to clash without a pause.

It was like mirroring magic, the two of them had identical stances, power and speed, and even their dodging methods and positions were the same.

And at this point, they were at an impasse.

After a while, Yasuo found a gap and instantly, raging winds appeared on his body.

“Hasaki!”

A whirlwind appeared from the tip of his blade, moving at unimaginable speeds.

And Blood Moon froze, seemingly scared out of his wits.

Suddenly.

A wall of wind rose from the ground, and another gust of wind with a red glow appeared from his back.