Ye Chuan raised his hand and fired a beam of light—
Carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth, the beam slammed into the flesh-colored monster. With a deafening boom, the monster's body was instantly blasted into smithereens!
Splattered flesh mixed with viscous fluids coated the surrounding walls and the ground. Severed black veins twisted on the floor like earthworms for a few moments before losing all signs of life.
The sharp friction sounds and the eerie cries mimicking Tian Xiaotian came to an abrupt halt, leaving only the dead silence of the flowing mist.
Hovering in mid-air, Ye Chuan swept his gaze around the area and lowered his hand.
"Weak."
Just as Ye Chuan was about to continue searching elsewhere, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
An even stranger phenomenon occurred.
The chunks of flesh scattered in the black mud and on the walls suddenly began to squirm. As if drawn by some invisible force, they started converging toward a single point.
At the same time, the surrounding gray mist was attracted like iron filings to a magnet, surging frantically toward the center of the gathering flesh. The particles within the mist merged into the mass, causing the coagulating ball of flesh to grow larger and larger.
The exploded fragments of meat, veins, and skin tissue rapidly reorganized under the shroud of the mist.
First, they formed a vague ball of flesh. The surface of the ball bulged and stretched continuously, and soon, limbs grew out once again.
Those sharp black fingernails emerged again, and flesh-colored skin covered the reconstructed body. The blood vessels beneath became full and engorged. The monster, identical to the one before, had completely recovered in a matter of seconds!
Ye Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Big Boss~"
"Big Boss~"
The familiar voice mimicking Tian Xiaotian rang out again. The monster, on all fours, slowly lifted its faceless head. Its black nails began scraping against the bluestone pavement once more, producing a piercing sound.
"So you can resurrect?" Ye Chuan said indifferently. "I'd like to see just how many times you can do that."
Ye Chuan raised his hand and fired another beam. The monster was blasted into smithereens once more, sending flesh and blood flying!
But this time, the surrounding mist surged even more violently, like boiling water. As if alive, the gray mist wrapped around the flesh fragments even faster, actively gathering from all directions to fill the gaps during the reconstruction.
In just a few seconds, the monster was reborn again. It still had that faceless, flesh-colored appearance and still spoke with Tian Xiaotian's voice, but this time, its body seemed to have grown a size larger, and its black nails had become sharper and longer.
You resurrect pretty fast, don't you?
"It seems your resurrection is tied to this mist," Ye Chuan remarked, withdrawing his gaze. He finally became a little serious.
This monster's rebirth wasn't a simple physical regeneration; it relied on the surrounding mist as an energy source. As long as the mist didn't dissipate, it seemed capable of infinite reconstruction.
"Ahhh!!!" The monster lunged at Ye Chuan!
Those sharp black nails looked ready to tear Ye Chuan's body to shreds!
But in the next moment, the monster's body was enveloped in countless rays of light. Its movements instantly stagnated, and it froze in place, twitching continuously as if electrocuted.
"It doesn't matter if you can't be killed. Can you escape my control?" Ye Chuan asked.
Cognitive pollution, kid!
The monster, burdened with dozens of negative status effects, twisted its body. Yet, its mouth continued to emit that chilling voice.
"Big Boss, Big Boss~"
"Chuan Chuan~~"
"Chuan Chuan~ It's me, Xi Xi~"
"You're dead meat." Ye Chuan narrowed his eyes. Hundreds of magic circles erupted around him, shooting out countless beams of light that bombarded the monster like a dense meteor shower!
This time, he didn't just attack the monster's body; he encompassed the surrounding surging mist within his attack range as well.
Multi-colored powers of various attributes bombarded the area indiscriminately, searing the large swaths of gray mist until they sizzled. The mist was vaporized, turning into wisps of white smoke that dissipated into nothingness.
The monster's flesh was blasted into smithereens once again. But this time, lacking sufficient mist for support, the speed of its reconstruction was noticeably slower.
The scattered flesh struggled to gather in place, but could only form a small, incomplete ball of meat, unable to grow complete limbs.
The surrounding mist continued to surge forward endlessly, but it was blocked by Ye Chuan's Chaos Power, unable to get close.
"Heh, so the mist really is the root cause."
Ye Chuan instantly understood the key. He raised his hand and pressed down violently against the surrounding gray mist.
"Think resurrecting makes you special? Keep calling my name, I dare you. Keep calling, calling, calling!"
Without the support of the mist, the scattered flesh lost the power to reorganize. After twitching a few times on the ground, it completely lost its vitality, gradually turning into a blackish-brown slime that melted into the silt beneath, moving no more.
The eerie voices mimicking Tian Xiaotian and Luo Xi finally vanished completely.
Ye Chuan retracted his energy and looked at the residual slime on the ground, his gaze calm.
"Go on, resurrect again."
Perhaps hearing Ye Chuan's voice, the slime seemed to react and began to reorganize—
Ye Chuan immediately raised his hand, and the slime instantly scattered in terror.
Due to the earlier consumption, the surrounding gray mist had thinned significantly, making the outlines of distant houses somewhat clearer.
Ye Chuan resumed his search of the dilapidated buildings.
After checking several houses in a row, Ye Chuan finally found a slip of paper that resembled a diary entry.
"..." Ye Chuan began to read it.
[Day 3: The sudden plague is completely incurable. Oh God, my wife's body is constantly rotting, and I can't save her.]
[Day 5: The hospital seems to have sent people over, but there are just too many people affected by the plague. Even the doctors haven't been spared. My poor wife, who can save her?]
[Day 8: What do I do? What do I do? My wife's skin has completely rotted away. I listen to her screams, helpless. I can't even get close to her.]
[Day 10: My wife died after all. Even her bones turned into black mud... The child and I miss her so much.]
[...]
[Day 13: My wife came back last night.]
...
Ye Chuan looked at the diary slip; the entries were recorded in chronological order.
After a moment of silence, Ye Chuan put the slip of paper away.
He looked up at the mist outside the window. It was hazy, but deep within the distant fog, a figure seemed to be swaying.
A monster?
Ye Chuan floated toward it.
"Big Boss?"
Hearing the familiar voice of Tian Xiaotian, Ye Chuan expressionlessly raised his hand, intending to fire a beam—but when he saw the figure in the mist clearly, his movement paused.
It really was Tian Xiaotian.
"Big Boss, why have you been zoning out this whole time?" Tian Xiaotian asked, clearly looking a bit confused.
"Zoning out?" Ye Chuan froze for a moment. When he looked around again, he realized he had somehow returned to the entrance of Plague Town.
What was going on? Was everything that just happened a hallucination?
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
