Chapter 88: Don't Trust Anyone!

"I got so excited just now that I didn't even notice the time..."

That's not the point!

In theory, it should be exactly five o'clock every morning.

Altars worldwide would refresh and descend, causing quite a stir.

Using it as an alarm clock is no problem at all!

But today...

... a dead silence!

【Those Artist are already impatient, doing the final rehearsal!】

【Especially her, she really wants to see you!】

"Have they... already arrived?"

Su Ming muttered to himself, his expression growing increasingly solemn.

He immediately swiped open his phone and entered the forum.

Sure enough.

The post went viral!

【WTF? Where's the altar? Server maintenance?】

【I just took off my pants, ready to sacrifice my twenty‑year virgin self, and you show me this?!】

【Who among us family gets it? Last night I just traded a house for someone else's blue great sword, planning to go all out today, and the altar's gone? The rooftop wind is so cold…】

【Is there a chance this was just a dream from start to finish?】

【Wake up, there was never an altar, no superpowers, and tomorrow I still have to cram onto the subway to be a workhorse for the boss!】

Panic, bewilderment, relief, self‑mockery, meme‑playing...

All manner of beings are displayed vividly to the fullest.

Not a single useful piece of information!

Su Ming walked out of the Slaughterhouse and looked up at the sky.

Gray and hazy.

Aside from no new altar descending, there seemed to be no other abnormalities.

"The calm before the storm..."

He has a premonition.

Today, it definitely won't be calm.

Those vanished altars...

It's those Artist clearing the stage!

"Sleep for a while!"

Su Ming returned to his bedroom and fell asleep immediately.

He... is too tired!

Su Ming slept deeply.

However, when his consciousness reconsolidated...

An endless blood‑colored firmament.

A solitary throne hanging in the void.

And...

Upon the throne, the lazy, noble, exuding endless majesty Blood Clan king.

Here we go again!

Su Ming this time didn't even lift an eyelid, hands in his pockets.

Looking as leisurely as if strolling his own backyard.

"I say..."

He spoke out of sheer boredom, his voice tinged with irritation at having his peaceful dream disturbed.

"Are you done yet?"

"Early in the morning, you won't even let me sleep, and you have to drag me into this crappy place to chat?"

"Do you know I'm busy? I'm really not free today!"

On the throne, the king slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes, originally indifferent and noble.

Now filled with obvious oddness and anger!

"I warn you, don't look at me like that."

Su Ming, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly flared up.

"I've worked hard, bringing you hundreds of snacks from outside, every flavor covered, even paired with decent staples."

"And you, you eat everything clean, not even a thank you, yet you dare give me a sour face?"

The Blood King, hearing this, grew even angrier.

But he felt that getting angry at this ant before him would be unbecoming of his status.

In the end, he only lightly opened his thin lips.

"Those... even qualify as food?"

"Spending more than you earn!"

Su Ming was stunned.

Income can't cover expenses?!

He reacted instantly.

Isn't it just a little bug?!

"Aren't I about to develop?"

"Wait until I develop, what good thing won't I give you?"

Su Ming saw the Blood King not reply, so he simply walked to the throne and stared at the man before him.

"You see, the two of us are practically old acquaintances now."

"Pulling me into your dreams every day isn't a thing, it's really hurting our relationship."

"How about... you recognize me as your master?"

"Follow me, I guarantee I won't mistreat you."

"From now on I get the tasty, you get the spicy!"

In the Blood King's eyes, a crimson glimmer lingered briefly.

He stared at Su Ming as if looking at a fool.

After a long while, he slowly uttered a few words.

"You, still not worthy."

"Tch!"

Su Ming pursed his lips.

"Fine, since we can't settle the main matter, let's talk about something else."

"You're so awesome, you can pull my consciousness here, so you must know more than I do."

"Give me some intel?"

Su Ming rubbed his hands.

"For example... tonight's so‑called performance?"

The moment his words fell.

The laziness and oddness on the king's face completely faded.

"Hm?"

Su Ming's spirit jolted, and he also put away his joking thoughts.

From this guy's eyes, he saw unprecedented solemnity!

The king gave no reply.

He only slowly raised his arm.

His slender index finger pointed upward.

Su Ming was startled and looked up in the direction indicated.

The crimson sky, as always.

It seemed no different…

Wrong!

Eye of Truth driven to the extreme!

Buzz—!

The whole sky began to analyze and reconstruct in his eyes!

The crimson firmament was no longer a firmament!

Stripped of its colored disguise, it revealed its most essential form!

This…

This whole sky looks like an eye!

It is not aimed at him, nor at the Blood Clan king.

But…

It envelops this dreamscape.

It envelops reality, envelops the past and the future!

It envelops all things existent and non‑existent!

All his words, deeds, and thoughts.

Under this gaze, they are like dust exposed to the scorching sun, with nowhere to hide!

At this moment, Su Ming felt his soul itself freeze!

He suddenly lowered his head, looked at the king on the throne, and saw horror in his eyes.

What… is that?!

"Some plays…"

"Actors have no right to know who the audience is."

The Blood King seemed to know what Su Ming was thinking, and said something without reason.

Su Ming's heart trembled again.

He figured it out!

The "Actor" the king mentioned does not refer only to Su Ming!

Even he himself seems to be just an "Actor" in this play!

How could that be?!

Su Ming still wanted to ask again.

But the entire blood‑colored space began to warp and shatter!

Boom—!

His consciousness was forcibly expelled, turning into a speck of light!

"It's all a scam!"

"Don't trust anyone!"

Consciousness returns!

Su Ming jerked upright from the bed, his whole body soaked in cold sweat!

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Pff—!"

A gush of reverse blood erupted, staining the sheets in front of him red!

A backlash at the soul level!

Just glimpsing that eye in a dream inflicted such a severe blow on him!

Scam…

Everything is a scam?!

Don't trust anyone?!

Who is it referring to?

Zhao Gang, who rescued his daughter and worships him as a god?

Boss Wang, who is eager to make money yet clumsily tries to give himself weapons for self‑defense?

The Ten Thousand Realms Mailbox that shares earth‑shattering secrets?

Or even the Divine‑Demon Legion in the Ten Thousand Years Chess Game that bowed to him, proclaimed New King?

These people, can't they be trusted?!

Why?!