Chapter 235: Clinging to the King, Becoming the Sharpest, Most Dazzling Knife in His Hand!

Magu's voice was as fine as a mosquito's, carrying a hint of almost pathological flattery and dependence.

Where is any trace of the domineering and frantic aura when hand‑dealing a Pure One Suit or a Big Four Happiness?

It's like a kitten that just bit a prey outside, mouth full of blood, yet wags its tail and runs back, only wanting to rub against its owner's trousers.

Su Ming lowered his head, his gaze lingered on that pallid face for two seconds.

The indifference in his eyes finally melted a little, adding a few points of appreciation.

"Impressive."

"Simply…"

He reached out and brushed the sweat‑dampened sideburns.

"Both beautiful and dashing!"

Hearing that appraisal.

Magu's still‑trembling delicate body softened a few more degrees instantly.

Worth it.

As long as the man before him is satisfied.

Even if she stakes her life on this gambling table, it's worth it!

This is her current Dao.

To cling to the King, becoming the sharpest, most dazzling knife in the King's hand!

"By the way… King…"

After a brief lapse, Magu seemed to suddenly recall some business.

She struggled to raise her hand, pointing toward the empty ground where the monsters had vanished.

There was no Corpse Mountain Blood Sea as imagined, nor severed limbs.

Only three crystal‑clear, Purple Light‑emitting trinkets floated silently in mid‑air, turning slowly.

Dice!

Dice wholly carved from energy crystals!

The lava giant's fury, the sword demon's resentment, the faceless one's terror…

All sealed within these tiny six‑sided crystals.

"These are… loot."

Magu gasped, eyes shining, explained as if offering a treasure.

"My domain… compressed their essence blood, souls, and all the lingering resentment…"

"Into these three Soul Dice."

"King, if you consume them, it's a great tonic…"

"For you!"

This is what she desperately wants to do.

Killing monsters to prove worth is only the first step.

Feeding the most perfect loot into the King's mouth by hand is the end of this loyal loop!

"Hm?!"

Su Ming watched the three slowly drifting purple dice, a golden glint flickering in his eyes.

Eye of Truth, analysis!

Name: Soul Dice

Quality: Epic

Effect: After ingestion, greatly strengthens mental power; a tiny chance to acquire some traits or skills of the devoured.

Good stuff!

Kind of like an alternative Source Blood, experience capsule!

"These dice… are indeed decent."

"But keep them for yourself!"

Su Ming squinted, still declined.

He refined these three dice, merely adding flourish.

A slight boost to mental power, maybe a few trivial new skills.

For his combat system, it doesn't constitute a qualitative change.

But if given to Magu…

The woman just over‑exerted, clearly needs a supplement.

With her ability, there is still huge development potential.

If these three dice could help her advance further,

then future troubles she could keep pushing through C!

Even give him greater returns!

To make a horse run, you must feed it grass, and it must be premium feed!

This kind of capitalist‑style cultivation logic—training employees so they earn money for you—

can't be wrong!

"King…"

Magu bit her lip, no longer pretended to refuse.

"Ahem—"

In the touching moment of deep master‑servant bond, an awkward and ill‑timed cough sounded.

Wang East Wind stood a few meters away, looking a bit at a loss.

These two people…

Was that just flirting just now?

Is this the relaxed feeling of the strong?

He didn't dare to ask, let alone speak.

But next, can we go out and keep flying the plane?!

The originally heavy, oppressive red mist now seemed considerably lighter.

He was already scheming in his mind how to brag about this awesomeness to his brothers after returning.

However…

"Clear the level?"

Su Ming supported Magu, slowly turning his head.

Wang East Wind was startled, his heart sank.

Mr. Su's gaze…

seemed heavier than before!

"East Wind…"

"What I said earlier you might not have heard clearly, so I'll say it again."

Su Ming slowly lifted his head, staring at the seemingly dissipating cloud.

"All gifts have their prices secretly marked."

"And before the instance fully ends, opening champagne mid‑match…"

"usually means… you're in big trouble!"

Buzz—!!!

Before the words finished, his eyes suddenly stung.

Within the dimensional space, the Fate Pocketwatch buzzed wildly.

Damn!

Just as I said, here it comes!

Su Ming's complexion changed abruptly.

"Close your eyes, cover your ears!!!"

Boom—!

The red mist above his head, which was dissipating, suddenly solidified.

Snap—!

Immediately after, the red mist was violently torn apart from the middle by a pair of huge hands!

It wasn't the clouds dispersing.

Something ripped this veil away!

A sky‑blotting eye slowly opened from the crack.

No whites.

Only a flowing golden sheen!

Vertical pupils!

Cold, aloof, treating all things like straw dogs!

Just being stared at by that eye.

The entire Ancient God Beast Arena's ground began to wildly crack and collapse!

"Not bad…"

Ethereal whispers rang directly in the deep minds of Su Ming and the two others.

Puff—!

Even though Wang East Wind tried to guard himself, he bled from all seven orifices on the spot.

He couldn't even muster a thought of resistance!

What the hell is this?!

Those three Epic‑level monsters earlier were nothing compared to this thing!

"Since you're in my arena and have beaten my slave…"

In the sky, a golden eye slowly turned, finally…

locked onto Su Ming on the ground.

"Then come play with me!"

"Otherwise, they'll get angry!"

Rumble—!

The ground below began to tremble, a crashing roar echoed.

Thousands of black chains, several times thicker than before and etched with bizarre runes,

rose like a black dragon bursting from the abyss!

Seal the whole arena!

Close the doors and beat the dog!

"Damn it, Wang East Wind and Magu won the match, how can they make me pay?!"

Su Ming's face turned sour, and he couldn't help but make a snarky remark.

Now this matter is already very clear—

The owner of S99…

Awake!