# 1797
Chapter 1797: Berserk
Aimeimei's body collapsed to the ground, a pool of blood staining the stage.
The audience below fell into deathly silence.
Shen Qingzhu evaded the barrage of bullets raining down from above, glancing down to confirm that Aimeimei had already become a corpse before finally letting out a slight breath of relief.
The gunner security guard's two magazines emptied, and with astonishing speed he ejected and replaced them with two fresh magazines, the reload taking less than a second. But within that brief window, Shen Qingzhu's wings fluttered, instantly appearing above the guard.
As one palm pressed against the gunner security guard's head, the latter's health bar instantly emptied, and he collapsed powerlessly beneath the stage.
But at this moment, Yuzuri Takishiro's brow furrowed...
"Meimei!!!"
"Aimeimei!!! What's wrong with you, Meimei!"
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
"..."
After a brief silence, the audience below the stage went insane with screams. Their features were contorted in agony, eyes bloodshot, as if what had died wasn't a beautiful idol, but the most indispensable person in their lives.
The screams of tens of thousands of fans merged into one deafening roar, drowning out even the gunfire from the security guards fighting Shen Qingzhu. The sound was so intense that Lin Qiye's eardrums throbbed painfully.
"Damn it! Have these fans gone insane?!"
Shen Qingzhu looked down at the frenzied fans below. They had already begun clawing at their own throats and chests with their fingernails, eyes filled with anxiety and restlessness, screaming Aimeimei's name hysterically.
"Come back, Meimei!"
"Come back, Meimei!!"
"Come back, Meimei!!!"
The sharp shrieks gradually synchronized, and tens of thousands of fans began calling out the same name in perfect unison. Shen Qingzhu frowned, about to take advantage of the moment to finish off the gunner security guard below, when his gaze swept across a certain spot on the stage and his pupils constricted!
In that pool of blood, a figure slowly rose to its feet...
Bullets that were still warm were forcibly squeezed out from her temple, the dark wound knitting itself closed, and the blood scattered across the ground flowed back up her dress and into her body. The health bar that had already been emptied was visibly restoring itself!
At the same time, a notification floated up above her head:
"Skill 5: 【Energetic Idol】: When Aimeimei dies, if there are more than one hundred passionate admirers within a three-kilometer radius providing 'immortal' support, Aimeimei will be judged to have revived. Upon revival, all status values are refreshed and all skill cooldowns are reset."
—Skill 5 Judgment in Progress... Judgment Successful!
Seeing this line of text, Yuzuri Takishiro's expression grew increasingly grave.
As expected... this BOSS wasn't that simple.
"More than one hundred?" Shen Qingzhu's brow creased tightly.
He had to consider that this concert venue currently held tens of thousands of people, and they were all passionate admirers. That meant if they wanted to kill Aimeimei, they would have to deal with those fanatical fans first... but the mission requirements specified that no harm could be dealt to ordinary people. So didn't that mean she could never be killed?
"Dear fans! I'm back~!" Aimeimei, restored under the spotlight, faced the sea of people before her and shouted with full energy:
"Let me hear your voices!!!"
"AIMEIMEI!!!!!!"
A deafening wave of support erupted from within the venue. Upon seeing Aimeimei's return, everyone's voices rose even higher than before, almost shaking this Gymnasium to its foundations!
As that sound resonated, a brilliant radiance blazed across Aimeimei's body!
"Skill 4: 【Your Calls Are My Power】: When the support volume reaches 125 decibels, Aimeimei enters 'Berserk' state. Health cap increases by 1,000,000%, and strength, movement speed, and endurance increase by 100,000%. Skills are released without cooldown intervals.
In 'Berserk' state, Skill 1 【Beautiful Girl's Ink】 no longer requires eye contact. All hostile creatures locked onto by Aimeimei's gaze are instantly wiped of 100% health and enter death state."
The instant these two lines of text appeared, Aimeimei's original 200-point health bar rapidly extended, the numbers climbing astronomically until it reached a terrifying 2,000,000 points!
To put things in perspective, even Lin Qiye, who possessed the Hongmeng Lingtai (Primordial Spirit Embryo), currently only had a health cap of 1,100,000 points. After being slashed by the Stealth Assassin security guard, he was down to only two-thirds of that. Now, the combined health of all three of them didn't even reach half of hers.
The expressions of all three turned grim.
Even Lin Qiye, who wasn't particularly skilled at games, understood that Skill 4's existence was far too overpowered. Not only did it pull Aimeimei's health to a terrifying number, but the modifications to the 【Ink】 ability's judgment conditions transformed it from a negligible skill into an "eye of death" omnipotent skill.
"Brother Drag! Can you suck away the air around Aimeimei to block the spread of the support sounds?!" Lin Qiye shouted from the edge of the venue.
"Damn it! Guan didn't bring my air-suction ability in here! Otherwise I would have used it long ago!" Shen Qingzhu glanced at his own skill bar, glaring at the solitary "Flight" skill and "Fireball" skill displayed there, nearly cursing out loud.
While the two were speaking, Aimeimei looked up at the sky. Shen Qingzhu's expression changed, and he immediately swung his wings into evasive spins through the air, leaving afterimages in his wake.
At this point, Aimeimei possessed a one-hit-kill gaze. If he stopped moving and met her eyes, he would be dead for sure. Fortunately, his flight skill was still active—Aimeimei couldn't match his speed.
"Essentially all our skills have been forced out... Retreat first!" Yuzuri Takishiro immediately commanded.
Shen Qingzhu nodded, about to swing his wings and leave, when a massive countdown suddenly appeared on the super screen!
"Let's take a group photo~ Three... two..."
Skill 2, 【Heart-Felt Group Photo】.
Upon hearing these words, all three of their hearts sank to the bottom!
Lin Qiye immediately abandoned the Bald Security guard and sprinted toward the center of the venue at full speed. Yuzuri Takishiro, who had been observing from the edge, did the same!
In that split second, Shen Qingzhu's mind raced. Gritting his teeth, he turned back to face the direction of the super screen and began the group photo judgment!
"One~ Say cheese~"
The instant the photo定格, Aimeimei, who had been at the center of the stage, suddenly turned her head and, facing Shen Qingzhu frozen mid-air in the group photo, gently winked her right eye.
Shen Qingzhu's pupils constricted sharply!
—Skill 2 Judgment... Judgment Failed.
—Skill 1 Judgment... Judgment Successful!
BANG—!!
As these two lines of text floated up above Shen Qingzhu's head in succession, his body exploded into a burst of crimson light, leaving only a countdown panel hovering in the air.