Chapter 42: Strange Dream!

Bang—!

Black blood splatters.

"Next one!"

Crack—!

The altar shatters.

"Continue!"

Su Ming gets more thrilled the more he kills, and it keeps getting better!

This is a hundred times more fun than killing chickens!

He doesn't know how long has passed.

The whole West Suburb gradually quiets down.

"Huh—"

Su Ming stands atop a tall shipping container, panting heavily, scanning the surroundings.

Everywhere his eyes can see are the scars left by battle.

The exploded altar, the shattered monster corpses.

It seems he has completely cleared the entire area!

"WTF!"

Su Ming can't help but make a snarky comment.

"Too damn hard!!!"

Right now, he's like a player who has cleared every hidden level in a game.

Except... he's still a bit short on experience to level up!

"Damn! Where the heck are the monsters?"

Scenes from tonight flash through Su Ming's mind.

The Normal‑level Calamities were all eliminated with a single move, leaving no chance to retaliate.

The next tier, Elite Calamities, each come with a Mechanism.

To him, they're quite interesting, just a bit more troublesome.

But to others, the extra Mechanisms would be pretty tricky, even deadly!

For example… that Elite‑level Steel Giant from earlier!

Its whole body is made of steel.

When he thrust his Soul Dagger at it, it was his first time missing!

It's not that the Soul Dagger wasn't sharp enough!

But that creature's Mechanism was too restrictive!

It is immune to all cutting, slashing, stabbing, piercing and other sharp‑type damage!

In other words—

Any knives, swords, axes, daggers…

No matter how fierce, they have no effect!

When he realized that, he immediately laughed.

No effect?

Doesn't matter!

Just become a One‑Punch Man!

A few hook punches up, down, left and right turn it into a pile of scrap metal!

"But… if we talk about the smallest Clown, it has to be that Nightmare!"

Su Ming murmurs softly, a smile at the corner of his mouth.

That little thing can actually create an illusion!

In that illusion, he appears at the entrance of a couples‑themed hotel.

After pushing the door open…

It turns out to be Xia Weiwei and her rich‑kid boyfriend in a heated scene…

"That's it?"

One slash!

Yellow Springs Mandarin Duck!

The illusion shatters!

As for that Nightmare, he simply crushed it with one hand!

Interesting!

Su Ming squeezes his slightly sore shoulders, his gaze stretching into the distance.

"The rest is almost over, continue!"

An hour later.

Su Ming walks along the empty riverbank.

He draws his sword, looking around with a bewildered heart.

Not a single drop remains!

"Hm?"

Suddenly, Su Ming feels something in his heart and looks up at the sky.

The moon hanging in the Sky Above, its blood color is fading rapidly.

"What's going on?"

He quickly pulls out his phone and glances at the time—

4 a. m.!

"So…"

"This Blood Moon lasts until 4 a. m. and ends?"

Su Ming clicks into the forum.

Sure enough, related posts sprouted like bamboo shoots after rain, flooding in one after another.

【Huh? The Blood Moon seems gone! The monster downstairs and the altar beside it vanished instantly!】

【WTF, that really scared me to the point of peeing! Who understands the sense of redemption when a monster rushes at me and then disappears?】

【Could it be that I exerted force?!】

【Thinking you can eat shit?】

Su Ming looks at the comments, then at the Dragon Egg in his hand, and can't help but scratch his head.

"Damn!"

"No killing fun!"

【Hatching progress: 82.8%】

The dream of hugging the little dragon maiden to sleep tonight seems completely shattered!

Immediately after, Su Ming examines the Soul Dagger again.

【Growth progress: 647/1000】

"Not bad!"

His expectations for this dagger are just as high.

So handy!

Moreover, he always feels that a Myth‑level weapon should be far more impressive than this!

He is a bit impatient!

"When the growth progress is maxed out, just how strong will it be?!"

"Never mind, let's go home first!"

Su Ming rubs his face and tosses the tangled thoughts aside.

Now, there's nothing left to scavenge.

Might as well go back to rest and recover!

At the same time, he counts the altar fragments in the dimensional space again.

A full 31 pieces!

"What exactly can this thing do?!"

…

At 5 a. m., Su Ming returned to the Slaughterhouse.

"Hm?"

A slight tremor ripples around.

A new altar has refreshed!

"So…"

"Blood Moon ended! A new day proceeds as usual?"

"Then tonight, will Gray Rain start again, or will the Blood Moon return?"

"Or even... some brand‑new things we haven't seen before?!"

Su Ming squints slightly.

On the surface, everything seems calm and tranquil.

But he knows the matter isn't that simple.

This Blood Moon is like a detonator.

The massive upheaval it brings makes the already precarious order even more unstable!

"This time…"

"Can the Official still hold up?"

Su Ming returns to the basement.

He converts the four newly refreshed matches into Source Blood.

He drinks three bottles straight, converting them directly into combat power.

One bottle, same as before, he keeps as a Blood Bottle.

As for the last remaining match…

He recalls the altar No. 1050 from back then.

"Can these items also be used for sacrifice? To gamble small for big?"

Keeping one might produce a miracle effect at a crucial moment!

After doing all this, Su Ming returns to the bedroom.

After a bout of exhilarating satisfaction, endless emptiness follows.

Sleepiness rises.

"Let's get some sleep first!"

Su Ming had a very long, very long dream.

In the dream, he turned into a huge ant.

In the pitch‑black underground tunnel, he ran forward wildly.

"Gulu gulu—!"

Behind him was a massive Blood and Flesh Mill.

He cannot stop!

If he stops, he'll be crushed to death!

Suddenly, a hill made of countless severed limbs rose ahead.

At the hill's summit, a huge eyeball spun smoothly.

In the eyeball, a man whose figure was indistinct was reflected.

He was frantically devouring his own kind nearby.

"Eat… eat…"

At that moment, a cold, eerie voice sounded in Su Ming's ear.

"Only by eating them can you survive…"

"Creak… creak…"

The chewing sound rang clearly in his ears!

"Grass!"

Su Ming snapped his eyes open, drenched in sweat.

"It was a nightmare…"

He sat up and rubbed his aching brow.

The dream was utterly absurd.

But…

The consuming desire in the dream was… somehow real.

He instinctively looked at his own hand.

His five fingers were slender, the joints distinct.

After a while, Su Ming finally picked up the phone beside him.

It was already 11 a. m.

Outside the window, the sky was bright.

He habitually clicked into the forum.

Then his complexion changed!

"What the hell?!"