Chapter 56: Not a Bro?

Get on the bed.

All the conjectures turned into a weary tide, eventually drowning him.

However.

The dream did not bring a moment of peace—

"Huff... huff..."

Good news: he is no longer that ant.

Bad news: he is still fleeing in panic!

"Damn it, why keep chasing me!"

Raging gasps echo through the blood‑red corridor.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Behind him, the death‑hastening footsteps were neither fast nor slow, but composed and elegant.

Like admiring his pitiful insect self, futilely struggling in despair.

"Damn!"

Su Ming clenched his teeth and turned around directly.

He can't run anymore!

Desperately!

What came into view was a man.

He was quite handsome.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored blood‑red tailcoat, his pale, slender fingers bore a crimson gemstone ring that flickered with demonic light.

Majestic!

Noble!

Like a Blood Clan king stepped out of myth!

"Run."

The man's eyes were blood‑red, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Why aren't you running?"

"Your despair smells… truly low‑grade."

Su Ming said nothing, merely drew his dagger in silence.

Run?

In the face of such a being, does running still matter?

A life‑or‑death gamble is his Unique choice.

Even if he were a mantis arm against a chariot, he would not surrender!

However.

The anticipated thunderous strike never fell.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Space itself trembled with those elegant steps.

The man stopped before Su Ming, leaning slightly forward.

That handsome, uncanny face drew close to his ear, the cold breath piercing his eardrum.

"Not, bro…"

"What kind of vampire eats matches every day?"

???

Silence.

The madness and resolve on Su Ming's face froze instantly.

"WTF?!"

Su Ming sprang up from the bed, spitting out a classic Chinese expression.

It was indeed unrestrained.

In the dark bedroom, only a faint sliver of light filtered in from the window.

Everything just now…

Was just a dream.

But this dream…

Su Ming's mouth twitched.

"WTF, playing contrast with me here, huh?!"

"Damn, you even learned to be picky now!"

He rolled out of bed and, angry, headed to the basement.

Thud, thud, thud…

That crimson heart still beat rhythmically, emitting an uncanny glow.

Su Ming placed his hands on his hips, scowling, and launched into a tirade.

"What? You think I'm poor, huh?!"

"You think the matches I fed you are low‑grade?"

"Don't like it? Want to change the flavor?"

"A child doesn't despise an ugly mother, a dog doesn't mind a poor home!"

"Without me, you'll probably never get anything hot to eat in this life!"

The Crimson Throne seemed to sense Su Ming's emotions, and its pulsing frequency briefly faltered.

He dared not speak!

"Heh!"

Su Ming watched, then let out a cold laugh.

"I ask you, you forgot the two Epic‑level pieces of gear I fed you yesterday?!"

"Not tasty?"

"From time to time I give you all those side dishes, and you never mention a word?"

"Now, just because you eat plain fare, you start putting on airs with me?!"

Su Ming grew angrier as he spoke and directly pulled out the Hope Matchbox.

Snap—!

The inner compartment opened, revealing five brand‑new matches, perfectly aligned.

"Here! Fresh out of the oven! Eat it or not!"

He tossed four of the matches straight up!

"Take one!"

The match fell onto the altar and was instantly engulfed by a wrapping.

The speed was more than twice that of the beginning!

Four bottles of Source Blood appeared.

Su Ming, seeing this, shook his head.

"Tsk tsk, look at you, always so stubborn!"

"You say you don't want it on your lips… "

"…but your body is being very honest…"

"Hm?"

Mid‑sentence, Su Ming suddenly froze.

He stared fixedly at the beating heart, and a startling thought struck his mind.

"Each time it devours faster than the last…"

"In the first few days, it didn't even have much dream‑entering ability…"

"You damn… are also evolving, can level up?!"

In front of him, the beating heart of the Crimson Throne suddenly paused for a few seconds.

Su Ming's pupils contracted, and his scalp seemed to explode instantly!

Got it right!

"Hiss! You brat!"

"The path of growth is those items I fed you, right!"

After a brief shock, Su Ming was not frightened but delighted.

He stepped forward and gently patted the surface of the Crimson Throne.

"Alright, you and I, let's discuss something!"

"From now on, I'll find you more good stuff to eat, guarantee to keep you fully fed…"

"When you become badass, don't forget who raised you with a handful of crap and a splash of urine!"

"Remember, a drop of water's kindness should be repaid with a spring!"

He decided—

From now on, he'll craft a few sayings for this buddy each day.

Properly nurture a heart that knows gratitude!

Kids, after all, must be taught from early on.

Su Ming returned to his bedroom.

He didn't drink the four freshly‑made bottles of Source Blood.

As his flesh continuously strengthened, ordinary‑quality Source Blood gave him diminishing returns.

Even if he drinks these bottles now, it would only feel like a warm‑up.

A drop in the bucket.

"Abyssal Demon Dragon Egg, Soul Dagger, now also a Crimson Throne…"

Su Ming massaged his temples, feeling a mountain of pressure.

"I'm damn both dad and mom, raising three living ancestors!"

He thought for a moment, took out the Hope Matchbox, and glanced at its empty inner compartment.

"From tomorrow on… no more feeding matches!"

"Use other items for sacrifice more, improve his quality of life, let him grow faster!"

"And moreover…"

Su Ming's eyes flickered.

A spark can set the whole prairie ablaze.

One or two matches won't do much damage to the enemy!

But if hundreds, even tens of thousands, gather and are lit together?

A directly demonic‑modified Death God spicy stick, giving that mysterious beast in the boundless abyss a true burning sensation!

Art is explosion!

Su Ming's mind flickered, and he took out the Abyssal Demon Dragon Egg.

【Incubation progress: 85.3%】

"Just on chicken blood... a day or two won't satisfy..."

He plans to go to that Black Shadow outpost today.

If this little thing hatches, it should be a massive super power!

"Can't wait any longer!"

Su Ming made up his mind and took out a bottle of freshly obtained Source Blood.

He twisted open the cap, and pure Qi‑blood energy wafted out.

If this thing gets outside, countless sacrificers would scramble for it!

He held the bottle mouth next to the Dragon Egg.

"Here, Xiao Heizi, have a meal."

"Taste this, good stuff!"

"Much more nutritious than that poisonous chicken soup!"

However...

The heart‑shaped little tail on the Dragon Egg lazily wiggled.

Then it promptly retracted, showing no reaction to the Source Blood before it.

"So... not interested?"

Su Ming's Smile Mask stiffened.

The feeling of heartache hadn't even risen before it burst out.

And it even... damn, despised it?!

"Not a buddy?"

"Gourmet delicacies are laid out before you, yet you insist on gnawing at the nest?"

"Fine! It's not that I'm being unkind to you—it's just that you can't handle the fine bran!"

Su Ming put away the Source Blood, no longer agonizing.

Since the premium goods can't be fed, he can only honestly use the simplest method—

Kill!

Use a massive amount of fresh blood to satisfy the final need!

"Killed so many Kun Kun, later... Xiao Heizi might also send me a dream..."

"Swap for something else, see how it works!"

"Fight for a better tomorrow!"

Su Ming's belief surged, and he pulled out his phone!