Chapter 245: But this rain… who among decent people has ever seen it?

Magu was startled, instinctively looked up toward outside.

"Pfft…"

"Pfft…"

The sound was muffled, and listening to it made one's teeth ache.

It didn't sound like the crisp patter of raindrops on glass.

Rather, it was like chunks of shredded rotten meat being violently flung against the wall.

Sticky and soggy.

Outside the window, the sky had been a dim, oppressive yellowish hue.

At this moment it resembled that balloon filled with pus, completely burst.

Rain, it fell.

But this rain… who among decent people has ever seen it?

It's neither the earlier Gray Rain nor ordinary water.

That murky yellow‑brown, viscous enough to stretch into strings.

When it lands on the clear glass, it doesn't flow down at all.

Instead it crawls slowly like a snot worm, leaving greasy streaks behind.

"Really fucking disgusting, has the old heavens run out?"

Su Ming furrowed his brows so tightly they could crush a fly.

He had said before that he has a cleanliness obsession.

To him, this scene was not just visual pollution; it was outright a mental assault.

"Haven't seen rain in daylight for ages, and it just turned into such a big deal all at once."

"Cough cough… cough…"

At the next table, that couple who had been enjoying a peaceful, carefree meal suddenly covered their mouths and started coughing violently.

The air in the shop changed.

Though the rain was kept outside, that indescribable odor seeped in everywhere.

Where did the stench Magu just smelled come from…

It was self‑evident.

It was only a moment.

The Japanese restaurant that had still been scented with vinegared rice and fresh fish.

In an instant it turned into a morgue of a crematorium with a broken ventilation system.

"Ugh—!"

Magu's complexion turned deathly pale; the usually delicate, charming face now looked horribly ugly.

Even though she is an expert in the Decay system…

She still couldn't withstand this level of magical attack!

"Wang… this smell… too overwhelming…"

Su Ming said nothing, raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, his gaze chillingly cold.

He stared fixedly at the sky‑filled yellow rain outside.

The previous sea of corpses was impenetrable because it was far away.

Now the rain is smearing his face; if he still can't see through…

This upgraded Eye of Truth can be snapped off and used as a stepping bubble!

"Buzz—!"

Deep within his pupils, golden radiance ignited instantly!

Violently tearing away that yellow‑brown disguise, he stared straight at the essence!

Vision restructured!

Data streams cascade like a waterfall!

Done!

【Name】: Yellow Spring Corpse Fat Rain

【Quality】: Epic

【Karma Overview】: This is not rain; it is the sins and flesh that vaporize at high temperature when offerings are placed in a jar to marinate, which condense into Corpse Oil broth!

【Note】: Don't get rained on, it'll turn sour! Don't breathe it, you'll put on flab… the kind that dies completely!

"…"

Su Ming's eyes twitched wildly.

Good fellow.

Really good fellow.

I used to hear of pies falling from the sky; that was just a dream.

Now corpse oil is falling from the sky, this fucking is a nightmare turned reality!

What the hell have those Sakura Country bastards done to deserve such a smoldering misdeed?

To attract this level of blessing?

Now they want to treat the whole nation as a can, everyone as meat, then add broth, seal the can, and marinate it to flavor?!

"Wang?"

Seeing Su Ming still staring outside without speaking, Magu couldn't help but call out softly.

"Stop shouting."

Su Ming withdrew his gaze and looked at the plate of tuna sashimi that had originally been exquisite.

It had originally been a delicacy that made one's fingers twitch with appetite.

But now.

Under the microscopic view of the Eye of Truth, this plate of fish…

…came to life.

It's moving!

To be precise, it is the yellow specks in the air, barely discernible to the naked eye, like a swarm of flies that have smelled blood, frantically burrowing into the fibers of the fish flesh.

So it's moving with them!

In less than a minute total.

The surface of the once fresh, tender fish exuded a layer of glittering, extremely viscous yellow liquid.

That is Corpse Oil.

This is no longer sashimi.

It is clearly a piece that is oozing pus, rapidly rotting, crawling with microorganisms…

…decayed flesh!

"Baka!"

At the neighboring table, the man who had been coughing slammed his hand on the table and leapt up, his plate crashing to the floor.

Shock and anger intertwined!

The piece of sushi he had just lifted into his bowl turned the rice into a mucus‑like, sticky mess.

But nobody here is a fool.

They all saw that the problem wasn't the owner's ingredients!

It was the rain…

…that had a serious problem!

Behind the bar, the old man rushed out in a panic, terror written across every wrinkle on his face.

"These fish were just killed!"

"Just a few dozen minutes ago they were still hopping around…"

The old man explained while trembling, reaching out shakily to pick up the fish flesh on the floor.

But the moment his fingers touched that clump of rotten meat…

"Ah—!!!"

A harrowing scream ripped through the entire shop.

The old man's fingers seemed splashed with strong acid, rapidly rotting away.

The yellow slime crawled madly up his fingertips.

Wherever it passed, his skin bulged with soybean‑sized blisters.

*Pop! *

The blister burst, and what oozed out was not blood.

But the same…

Yellow‑brown Corpse Oil!

"What… what kind of monster is this?!"

"My hand! My hand!"

The old man frantically scratched with his other hand.

The more he scratched, the more it rotted…

Both palms were visibly about to decay!

Several diners in the shop were all terrified to madness.

The girl who had been sitting at the entrance screamed and rushed toward the doorway, trying to flee this terrifying place.

However.

Su Ming, however, remained steadily seated, even leisurely pulling a wet wipe from his pocket and calmly wiping his hand.

His gaze pierced the chaotic crowd and looked toward the outside.

"If I were you, I wouldn't go out."

His voice was loud.

Unfortunately.

The girl at the doorway was momentarily stunned, but still charged forward recklessly.

She couldn't understand Long Guo language!

*Huff—! *

The wind from outside poured in.

No, it was an even denser Corpse Oil fog!

The woman had only half of her body sticking out when the rain in the sky seemed to have found a new host.

Countless drops of yellow oil splattered—*crack! *—onto her face, neck, and arms.

"Ahhh—!!!"

A scream a hundred times more tragic than the old man's rang out.

The woman seemed to have been doused with a bucket of hot oil, and instantly a white smoke billowed from her body.

Inside the small shop, the remaining few were still shaken, their scalps numb.

What the hell is this?!

Now...

What should we do?!