"Master..."
A voice as tender as glutinous rice echoed in the empty room.
At this moment, Chen Feng opened his gloomy eyes and quietly looked around. His gaze was a bit dazed, but soon regained clarity.
"Xu Hongzhuang?" Chen Feng muttered.
Before him was the girl he had encountered when slaying the Terrain Dragon; she stood nearby with a smile, her eyes filled with spring as she gazed directly at him.
Her hair was let down, the black strands smooth and silky, the ends naturally curled and hanging on her frail shoulders. She was clothed in a thin garment that could not conceal her taut skin, with legs as white as ivory exposed.
Once, Xu Hongzhuang was a black rose covered in thorns, bleeding anyone who touched her. But now, she had transformed into a tempting rose, her eyes tinged with blood.
Chen Feng remained calm, his face expressionless.
He distinctly remembered being outdoors just moments ago, yet now he was lying on a lavish bed, the setting opulent, even bright lights above.
How long had it been since he experienced light?
Fake.
This was all an illusion.
Yet it was overwhelmingly real, even Xu Hongzhuang’s fragrance was vivid, Chen Feng pinched his arm, the pain sharp in his mind.
"Interesting."
Chen Feng’s lips curled into a smile, eerie in its realism, that even simulated pain.
"Master..." Xu Hongzhuang leaned in, speaking softly, "Don’t you like it when I call you that? I’ll be your slave girl now, are you happy?"
Chen Feng remained silent.
Xu Hongzhuang didn’t mind and continued, "My parents taught me to protect myself, and growing up I never even let boys hold my hand. But you... you humiliated me that day, do you know how much I hate you?"
Unbelievably real, Xu Hongzhuang’s aura changed, Chen Feng could see the hatred in her eyes up close.
"My parents died so horribly, those insects ripped open their bellies, and I stood by watching, do you know how terrified I was? I stumbled away, and met you, the Devil!"
Xu Hongzhuang’s tone turned icy, a red light appearing in her hand, a long blade materialized. Chen Feng snapped his head up, seeing the expanding crimson glow in his eyes.
Thud!
His arm flew up, blood spraying wildly!
Chen Feng’s face turned pale, watching helplessly as his arm was severed, the intense pain spreading through him, undeniably real, no, this was really happening!
Trembling, he watched the blood gush, its pungent scent filling his nostrils.
Agony!
A normal person would have long succumbed to panic, for it was too real, this was like watching a horror movie—knowing ghosts don’t exist, yet shrieking at the scenes.
Atmosphere!
This clouds one’s consciousness, in such circumstances, even knowing it’s fake, they cannot help but immerse themselves in the scene.
"Yes, not bad, if it were an intact body experiencing this pain, they’d surely be lost in the illusion. But I’ve been through it!" Chen Feng stood up, suddenly changing his tone: "But I’ve survived!"
Thrust!
The Flame Blade appeared in Chen Feng’s hand, swinging to sever Xu Hongzhuang’s throat, her delicate face frozen in hatred, now tumbling to the ground, rolling several times.
Does it hurt?
The pain in his arm tortured Chen Feng relentlessly!
Experiencing this kind of pain for the first time would drive anyone mad, but before rebirth, Chen Feng struggled for years before the end, what hardships hadn’t he faced?
He’d been poisoned by the Vast Scorpion King, sliced off his left leg to prevent spread, later finding a healer for Limb Regeneration at great cost.
To make a living, he attempted to capture the Red Flame Fox, lying in wait in the desert for two days until his chest skin was roasted.
Compared to these sufferings, a mere severed arm was nothing!
Bang!
The sound of an arrow rang out, pinning Chen Feng’s abdomen.
Turning, the beautiful face of the Dark Elf was exposed to Chen Feng.
"Master..." The Dark Elf smirked, just starting to speak, when Chen Feng suddenly dashed forward, sword in hand, striking her face.
Thud!
This Abyssal beauty immediately fell, breathless.
Her enchanting face split open, crimson blood slowly seeping, staining the pristine floor.
An arrow had pierced Chen Feng’s spleen, now gasping, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Master..." Again a voice, Chen Feng’s chest tightened, several arms entwining him.
No need to guess, even the Inferior Demon had appeared.
"From a heap of refuse evolving into Heretics, your strength has greatly increased." Chen Feng felt the pain in his chest, nodding with satisfaction.
The arms tightened, one by one his ribs breaking, crimson blood seeping from his mouth, a pitiful sight.
Chen Feng’s hair was disheveled, ribs completely crushed, an ordinary person would be screaming in agony, but he held back, murmuring: "These illusions rely on fear to stimulate the brain, cyclically—more fear means faster descent..."
"So real, incredibly real, even I can’t hold on." Chen Feng’s chest heaved, spitting out foul blood.
"But... I’ve already died once, afraid? How could such illusions trap me?" Chen Feng sneered, summoning the last of his strength to stab toward his head!
With great force, the Flame Blade pierced his head, Chen Feng’s consciousness plunged into Chaos.
Unsure how much time passed.
Chen Feng slowly opened his eyes, the sunlight painfully bright, the headache tearing at him, only calming after some time.
Nothing changed, Chen Feng lived through lengthy illusions, yet Wang Yong still held his open posture, in reality only a moment had passed.
The butterfly floated before Wang Yong, seemingly unprepared for Chen Feng’s awakening, stunned, its wings unmoving.
Sinister culprit.
With a swift leap, Chen Feng reached out, seizing the butterfly. Staring at this tiny creature, his voice trembled, as though faced with beings that shouldn’t exist:
"The Abyssal Butterfly? Why is there such a thing here!"