Chapter 521: Flood Dragon VS Suction Cup
After picking up Suction Cup, Feng Qi was about to leave when he suddenly stopped.
“Narrator, what do you think about getting Old Mist to cover for me against Little Black for a while?”
What are brothers for? My brother, Feng Qi, uses them for his own benefit. Isn’t it only right that they’d take a knife in the ribs for me? And I’ve always been happy to stab my brothers in the back… So it’s decided! Old Mist, you’re next!
But I must warn you, Old Mist may have a hazy memory, but he’s no fool. Why would he listen to you and shield you from Little Black? You’re just daydreaming.
Feng Qi: ……
Just as Feng Qi, convinced the Lord of the Mist had no further use, was about to leave, Old Mist spoke up:
“Since you claim to be my brother, could you do me a favor?”
Turning to face the Lord of the Mist’s solemn expression, Feng Qi paused, his curiosity piqued. “What do you want me to help you with?”
“There’s a special creature to the south. Could you help me kill it?”
“Why do you want to kill it?” Feng Qi asked, his curiosity piqued.
“It emits an energy signature that draws me in, but I’m no match for it. I’ve been hunting creatures to absorb their qi blood, all to grow stronger and eventually kill it.”
Hearing the Lord of the Mist’s explanation, Feng Qi’s interest in this mysterious creature surged.
His time in the Dream Realm was limited. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t bother helping with such a task, preferring to focus on enhancing his own strength.
But hunting this creature intrigued him.
It might grant him a highly practical innate ability.
From the initial nightmare to the Scarlet Eye and the magic immunity stone, each Special Domain Creature he’d encountered had significantly boosted his power.
With this in mind, Feng Qi nodded to the Lord of the Mist.
“Take me to it. If I can help, I will.”
A faint smile appeared on the Lord of the Mist’s face as he turned south.
Seeing this, Feng Qi immediately followed Old Mist, Suction Cup clinging to him.
Under the Blood Moon, the two figures gradually disappeared into the distance.
After an unknown length of time, they arrived at an area teeming with lush vegetation.
As they ventured deeper, the lush vegetation grew increasingly dense, with many plants seeming to writhe slowly as if alive.
Some even actively attacked approaching prey.
Feng Qi noticed domain creature carcasses hanging from the vines of these plants, their branches and thorns piercing the remains to absorb blood and flesh energy.
The stench of decay wafted through the air, but Feng Qi remained unfazed.
He recalled a time when he had reeked worse than these rotting domain creatures, especially during his first entry into the Dream Realm.
The overwhelming stench had nearly made him faint.
It wasn’t until he completed his lifeform evolution that the pervasive stench finally dissipated.
From a living dead, he had finally become something resembling a normal human.
Continuing deeper, he stepped over moss-covered paths and gazed into the distance. There stood a collapsed skyscraper, its walls now completely overgrown with green plants.
Supported by the domain plants, the weathered structure hadn’t completely crumbled; the vegetation had become an integral part of the building itself.
Before this dilapidated structure, Feng Qi spotted a massive domain creature.
Its appearance resembled the flood dragon of myth, with a pair of ferocious crimson horns atop its head and blood-red scales covering its entire body, each scale the size of a palm, reflecting an eerie glow under the Blood Moon.
The flood dragon-like creature emitted deep, rumbling snores with each breath. With every exhale, wisps of crimson mist billowed from its nostrils, stirring the dust on the ground.
Its massive body contracted and expanded in rhythm with its breathing, creating a visually overwhelming spectacle.
“That’s it,” Feng Qi murmured, his expression growing serious as he gazed at the coiled, slumbering serpent-like giant beast. “I can sense the energy I crave radiating from it.”
As the saying goes, when in doubt, consult the Narrator.
Without hesitation, he immediately asked inwardly:
“A’Bai, can we fight it?”
Are you asking about yourself, or the Suction Cup?
“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I mean me and the Suction Cup.”
No, whether you join the fight or not is irrelevant. The Suction Cup alone is enough. I can sense intense qi blood fluctuations within this creature’s body, indicating formidable strength, but it still can’t compare to the Suction Cup’s qi blood intensity. So, without you, the Suction Cup has a guaranteed victory. If you join, the Suction Cup’s win rate drops by 0.01%.
“Why does my presence actually decrease the win rate?” Feng Qi asked, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Do you think this is a game where combat power is all that matters? Real battles aren’t simple 1 + 1 = 2 calculations. If you join the fight, Suction Cup will have to protect you, or you’ll inevitably get hurt. To put it bluntly, you’re just a liability!
To be even clearer: your combat power is 1, while Suction Cup’s is 100. When you team up, the combined combat power becomes 99.
Faced with the Narrator’s blunt assessment, Feng Qi couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
Still, he coveted the crimson flood dragon’s innate ability. Thinking of this, he reached out and pinched Little Suction Cup’s chubby cheek, then lowered his head and said, “Suction Cup.”
“(▽) Hmm!” Suction Cup nodded vigorously in response.
“See that big snake over there?” Feng Qi pointed toward the crimson flood dragon coiled nearby.
Hearing this, Suction Cup nimbly climbed from his arms to perch on his head, peering through the dense foliage at the scarlet giant serpent that resembled a flood dragon.
“(〃’▽’〃) I see it! It’s so big!”
“I want to eat it.”
No amount of explanation could convey his meaning as effectively as those simple words: I want to eat it.
“Feng Qi wants to eat it? I’ll catch it for you!” With that, Suction Cup leaped down from his head.
Seeing Suction Cup prepare to engage, Feng Qi quickly warned, “Suction Cup, she’s very strong. Be careful.”
Hearing this, Suction Cup turned to look at him, a thoughtful expression on her face.
Then, she suddenly put her hands on her hips and began to twist her body.
“Heave-ho, heave-ho, 1234.”
Feng Qi stared in bewilderment at Suction Cup, who was bending over and stretching.
Just as he was about to ask what she was doing, Suction Cup’s eyes changed. A scarlet light flashed in her eyes, followed by a flowing jade light enveloping her body. In an instant, she vanished from her spot.
Free your hands! Non-projectile automatic combat weapons—you deserve it!
“What is she to you?” the Lord of the Mist, standing beside him, asked curiously, gazing at Suction Cup as she transformed into flowing jade light.
Feng Qi was taken aback by the question.
Wei Wei was Suction Cup’s creator, so it made perfect sense for Suction Cup to call her “Mom.”
Mu Qing was Suction Cup’s predecessor, essentially her original form.
So, what was his relationship with Suction Cup, who had inherited Mu Qing’s power?
Family? Friends? Kin?
None of the above. Your relationship with Suction Cup is like a pendant on a human’s neck—just for show, with no real significance. Of course, you’re better than a pendant because you can shout “666” while Suction Cup fights.
“Asshole System, you’re the real pendant.”
Sorry, I’m the main body. Suction Cup is my weapon, and you’re just the controller of this flesh-and-blood body—like my remote control, got it?
Ignoring the Narrator’s snarky remarks, Feng Qi turned his gaze toward the horizon.
Suction Cup was moving at breakneck speed, rapidly closing the distance between herself and the crimson flood dragon.
(End of the Chapter)