Chapter 263

"Go screw your shrimp!"

Feng Xue heard the players' shouts and immediately wanted to dodge, but running away at the sound of a technique's name would contradict the persona he'd cultivated.

Yet even knowing it was merely mud sprayed and artificially colored and flavored, when something looks like shit and smells like shit, you still won't want to touch it, no matter how clearly it isn't one.

Rage surged from his heart, malice rose at his side; Feng Xue frowned, and vast magical energy surged forth. Though he could easily scatter the thing with just his fist's wind, he felt he couldn't let himself suffer this indignity alone!

"Come!" The massive dragon claw clenched as if grasping something, then pulled sharply—suddenly, an unlucky player in the back row was yanked upward as if pulled by an invisible force.

"Holy shit, it's a throw technique! Stop! Stop!" The player, staring at the foul-smelling, mustard-yellow mud wave rushing toward him, froze in horror, flailing his arms and screaming in despair.

"I can't stop it!" Guan Er and his Four Bi group were equally helpless—since no one wanted to actually touch it, none of them had studied how to control the technique after release, so they'd set it to a free-flight surge mode; until the yellow mud wave exhausted its energy, no one could halt it.

As the player saw himself hurtling closer to the mud, he resigned himself, shouting at Guan Er as he passed: "Sorry then!"

Before Guan Er could even process why the guy was apologizing backward, the unlucky player had flown right beside him—and then—

Grabbed hold!

"Holy shit, let go!" Guan Er was yanked into the air; the player, as if unleashing all his strength, clung to him like an octopus.

The downside of full-immersion virtual games: even without skills, if there's collision volume, grabbing is unavoidable.

Seeing one turn into two, Feng Xue chuckled, gestured with a hand—and remotely turned the two players into the weights of a meteor hammer, whirling them repeatedly through the overwhelming yellow mud, utterly dismantling the combined mud wave's momentum.

"Aaaahhh! I'm covered in it~!"

The two players' plight instantly shocked the entire back row; for a moment, they even forgot they were still in a dungeon.

"This magic's gotta be done!"

Disgusted, Feng Xue severed the magical thread link, watching the two players roll in the sludge; his eyes felt blinded, but to prevent anyone else from using this disgusting trick on him again, he decided to give these players a memorable lesson.

So…

"Holy shit, no!"

"Puke!"

"Damn!"

At this moment, the only ones relieved were the two players who had charged in at the start; as spiritual forms witnessing all this, they suddenly wondered if dying early wasn't actually kind of beneficial?

…

"Master, Young Lady Bi Gelei is looking for you."

Having made the players understand the iron rule that "powerful techniques often come with risks," Feng Xue returned to his room in the Demon King's Castle, where Xiao Lingdang's alert sounded.

"Why is she looking for me?" Feng Xue, eager to forget the earlier eye-searing technique, immediately shifted focus; Xiao Lingdang replied at once:

"She wants me to possess her to test other techniques."

"Then agree to her. From now on, if she comes to you, just say yes—as long as you keep the experimental records."

Feng Xue nodded; he was still very interested in Bi Gelei's techniques, and immediately granted authorization.

But Xiao Lingdang shook its virtual projection's head:

"Too late—she's already left. She probably came to the Demon King's Castle looking for you."

"Oh, fine then." Feng Xue shrugged and went back to fiddling with King Ghidorah.

This virtual deity was originally meant to be an Outer Path Nascent Soul; now that he had the Primordial Qi solution, the preparatory work hadn't changed.

Slowly increasing his fusion level with King Ghidorah through Wu Younu's technique, so he could more easily absorb this devotional energy.

But…

"Hmm, why does it feel… off?"

Feng Xue frowned; though nothing seemed visibly changed, he trusted his instinct and began dissecting it carefully.

Then…

"Not an illusion—something really has changed. It's minuscule… but where did it come from? This world shouldn't have any devotional energy reactions at all. It can't be from those players—devotional energy can't cross worlds, or else the devotional energy from the last world should've arrived too!"

Feng Xue frowned, puzzled—but Mo Ying suddenly spoke:

"If you insist, you can't say there's zero devotional energy—otherwise how did King Ghidorah come to exist? Its very structure is pure devotional energy!"

"So what does that prove? We're just carrying it… wait! King Ghidorah itself is made of devotional energy—so is the devotional energy multiplying? Or is it actually producing devotional energy, just so little it's negligible, which is why it's only increased this tiny bit after so long?"

Feng Xue slapped his forehead, feeling this whole thing was utterly bizarre.

But Mo Ying merely shook his head this time:

"I don't know about such things—I'm just voicing my own thoughts."

"Tch, this is the flaw of lacking professional knowledge! Damn, if only there were an Old Li in this world too." Feng Xue sighed, knowing it was impossible; he pulled out a Jade Seal from his pocket, sealed the extra thread of devotional energy inside King Ghidorah, planning a comparative experiment—while at the same time, certain things were quietly unfolding…

…

"Puke!" The research fanatic ripped off his virtual headset; though the sensation had faded, he still couldn't help retching.

"I'll never run a dungeon with Guan Er again—these people are toxic!"

The research fanatic wanted to immediately post a scathing critique of this irresponsible technique, but after typing a few dozen characters, he suddenly realized:

"Wait—if I post this, won't everyone know I rolled around in that stuff? Puke! Can't think about it, can't think about it!"

The research fanatic shook his head violently, trying to erase the memory—but whether by coincidence or not, at the very moment he most desperately wanted to obliterate that memory, an unexpected phone call came through.

Dizzy from shaking his head, the research fanatic picked up his phone, glanced at the number, froze, snapped awake, and answered immediately:

"Professor Wang, you called me?"

"Little Yang, you asked me to design that circuit before—how's it working?"

(End of Chapter)