Chapter 5: Weirdness, I Need You to Help Me Cultivate

Name: Yese Liming.

Realm: Mortal.

Status: Normal.

"HP: 72/100."

Control: 31 (+20).

Dissipation: 31 (+20).

Talent: Night's Breath (Human-Class Upper Tier).

Skill: Analysis (Human-Class Lower Tier).

Lifespan: 11 days, 12 hours.

Fang Yue's initial stats were Control 1 point, Dissipation 1 point.

Killing the little girl ghost added 10 points to each stat.

Base stats now reached 11 points each.

It is deep night; under the boost of 【Night's Breath】, his stats are now 31 points!

His maximum HP also rose to 100 after the 【Heavy Injury】 state was lifted.

By the time Fang Yue thought of this, his HP had already recovered to 100/100.

With this rate of HP recovery, Fang Yue felt invincible.

He felt giddy, and at this moment, a single loop played in his mind—how lonely it is to be invincible.

Just then, a strong wind blew into the ruined temple.

Pfft.

The small flame of the fire instantly went out.

The temple's only source of light vanished.

Boom!

Thunder cracked again; 【Heavy Rain】 continued.

Fang Yue instinctively glanced toward the firepit, where the little boy also looked up unconsciously, his face filled with terror as he stared at Fang Yue.

Their eyes met, and the boy's pupils began turning pure black at a visible speed, like a drop of 【Mo Shui】 falling into a pond, spreading its contamination.

The whites of his eyes became entirely black, this blackness spreading slowly from the corners like a virus.

The boy frantically clawed at his cheeks, then suddenly remembered something—he dropped to all fours and lunged toward the ashes of the girl ghost like a starving ghost.

His movements were swift and precise, nothing a normal human could achieve.

He scooped up the ashes with his hands and shoved them straight into his mouth without hesitation.

He devoured wildly, ash coating his lips, all the while glaring at Fang Yue with his blackened eyes, as if afraid that any delay would let Fang Yue steal this rare mortal delicacy.

What scenes hadn't Fang Yue seen before?

But this one—he'd never seen anything like it!

Bone ash fried rice?!

Little bro, so you're not human either!

The loop of "how lonely it is to be invincible" in his head instantly froze.

Could it really be another 【Shi Zhi Gui】?

No way, no way, no way…

Remembering how the previous 【Shi Zhi Gui】 had been poisoned by the toxic soup, losing thousands of HP before dying, and comparing it to his pitiful 100 HP cap, Fang Yue suddenly felt weak.

No, no!

I'm now a powerhouse with 31 points in both stats, boosted by 【Night's Breath】—totally different from before, my strength is incomparably greater!

That's right! Exactly like this!

The rain stopped, the sky cleared—Fang Yue felt he could take on anything again!

Meanwhile, the little boy had devoured every last trace of the 【Shi Zhi Gui】's ashes, even licking the muddy ground three times.

The boy slowly stood up; his eyes and the corners of his eyelids had turned completely black, as if heavily lined with makeup.

Black blood trickled slowly from his eye corners.

His belly rose and fell, swelling like a woman eight months pregnant.

Then—

Ssssh!

A long fingernail suddenly pierced out from his belly.

The nail was half a meter long, sharp and razor-edged.

Ssssh!

Ssssh!

Ssssh!

Soon, more nails erupted from his belly.

At this moment, Fang Yue was certain—this thing was a 【Xiao Guiyi】!

The 【Xiao Guiyi】, bloated with nails, turned its head in all directions; its bleeding eyes seemed to have lost all sight.

Then, the 【Xiao Guiyi】 sniffed the air and suddenly locked its gaze on Fang Yue.

Roar!

It opened its mouth and spat out a thick, brownish-yellow breath.

"Come on then!"

Fang Yue, brimming with confidence, let out a loud shout and prepared himself.

Killing Guiyi grants Yang Shou and increases attribute points.

So this is how the game makes you stronger.

I've fully understood now.

After passing the 【Shi Zhi Gui】 beginner Trial, it's time for me to kill monsters.

"Bold Guiyi, I command you to aid my cultivation!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Guiyi let out another ghostly howl.

It dropped to all fours like a beast and lunged forward…

Boom!!

Fang Yue felt his vision blur; instant pain surged through his chest, and his body was suddenly flung uncontrollably into the air.

A massive, terrifying number appeared directly above his head.

95!

He felt as if a speeding freight truck had slammed head-on into him—painful and dazed.

Thud!

Another thunderous crash—he slammed hard into the broken Buddha statue behind him and collapsed to the ground.

Another health-loss prompt appeared above his head.

3!

Fang Yue was stunned, frozen, dumbfounded.

Staring at his remaining health, his hands trembled.

"Health: 2/100."

"System Prompt: You have entered Heavy Injury status."

Fuck, this thing's a monster!

This has to be a level 100 boss!

Fang Yue was completely shell-shocked.

Just leveled up, and nearly got one-shot—what the hell kind of beginner monster are you?!

【Night's Breath】 activated; his health rapidly regenerated, and his wounds healed quickly.

"System Prompt: Congratulations, you have exited Heavy Injury status."

Despite 【Night's Breath】 being so powerful, Fang Yue couldn't feel happy.

Come on, someone lands a single punch for 100 damage and one-shots me—what good is my healing speed?!

He looked again at Xiao Guiyi…

Wait, where's Xiao Guiyi?

Fang Yue, puzzled, searched the ruined temple for the harmless Xiao Guiyi—but all he found was a new humanoid-shaped hole in the temple wall.

He looked out through the humanoid-shaped hole.

In the Heavy Rain, a smaller human figure spun in frantic circles like a headless fly, shouting wildly at its surroundings.

It behaved exactly like a blind man who had suddenly stumbled into a noisy nightclub—completely lost.

"This guy is truly blind."

Fang Yue suddenly understood.

Now, two choices lay before Fang Yue.

One: flee.

Two: fight.

Without hesitation, Fang Yue made his choice.

Xiao Guiyi, excuse the disturbance!

Fang Yue crouched in the shadows, facing Xiao Guiyi, fixing his gaze on the target, slowly retreating backward.

Survival comes first!

Whether from tension or not, Fang Yue tightened every nerve as he retreated—each step backward required maximum effort.

So when a clap of thunder exploded, Fang Yue froze.

Before him, along the very path he had just retreated, deep footprints had been pressed into the temple's solid yellow earth.

Each footprint sank at least five or six centimeters into the ground, forming distinct depressions.

Damn! My foot strength is insane!

Fang Yue's confidence swelled again, inexplicably.

Could it be… I just didn't perform well before? Am I actually insanely strong?

(End of Chapter)