Chapter 228 Da Ge, It’s Unfair

Inside the tent, Karida's body began to tremble, her face turning abnormally flushed, with traces of blood seeping from her nose and mouth, as if she were on the verge of bleeding from all seven orifices.

Wang Feng, who was lying on top of her, was enveloped in a faint, soft golden light that wrapped around Karida.

Nightmares kill the soul, but worm larvae nourish it...

If Wang Feng hadn't arrived in time, Karida wouldn't have lasted this long.

Old Wang had exhausted all his skills, panting heavily. He was helpless; this wasn't his domain. This was the world of the Nightmare Master, where one must abide by the rules of the nightmare, even a dragon must coil.

Watching little Karida teetering on the brink of collapse, he had shouted and raged, even tried to attack other worms, but no matter what he did, it was all in vain. As a slimy, disgusting worm, and one of the most ordinary among the countless millions, his options were extremely limited. He couldn't even push away the plump 'Little Pink' beside him, who clearly seemed female and kept clinging to him with an affectionate, ambiguous look... What the hell, how did he understand the expression of this worm? Was he developing feelings for it?

Wait, expression?

Karida bit her lips tightly, unable to fathom the sudden surge of worms filling the world. These slimy creatures now occupied her entire mind, leaving no room for any other thoughts.

All she saw, heard, and thought about was these slimy things. She felt her breathing becoming difficult, her blood seeming to freeze, her limbs growing cold and stiff, and even her heartbeats slowing down.

The two armies of worms were getting closer, ten meters, nine meters, eight meters...

Suddenly, an ugly worm 'stood' up on the backs of others.

Karida's pupils contracted sharply, but surprisingly, the worm that could stand didn't fly towards her. Instead, it danced on the back of a pink worm...

Yes, it was... dancing?

Left three circles, right three circles, twist your neck, wiggle your hips, early to bed, early to rise, we'll exercise together...

"Damn it, don't crowd, don't crowd!" Old Wang was whining, using his rear to push away the other worms surging forward, trying to maintain his distance from Karida. But the problem was there were too many worms, and his rear couldn't hold them off.

Old Wang was getting desperate, even cursing the worms. He had no other choice but to try and make himself look more amusing, less terrifying, but this seemed... wait!

He could sense Karida's pupils, which had been constricted to their limit, suddenly relax slightly. Her hands, trembling with fear, now steadied, gripping the wooden sword tightly.

Old Wang felt a surge of joy and wriggled even harder, but the surrounding worms suddenly became agitated. Even the little pink one, which had been sending him flirtatious glances, bared its fangs and spat saliva onto Old Wang’s face.

Damn, worms actually have saliva... mixed with the transparent mucus all over their bodies, and crawling densely over his head, even though he knew it was fake, Old Wang was thoroughly disgusted.

At that moment, the small Karida began to ignite her soul power.

Her eyes, pale from fear, gradually regained their color. Fear was still there, but what filled her gaze now was more coldness.

Fear remained, but her consciousness had awakened. After all, this was Karida, the Death Rose, whose will was unshakable.

Though just a child, not all childhoods are the same.

Some people’s childhoods are incredibly fierce.

Soul power erupted, and a sword aura surged.

The wooden sword in her hand transformed into the terrifying Death Rose, a cold light exploding from the mass of worms.

Kill!

There was no need for a decisive victory, or even a direct hit. In the instant of Karida’s transformation, the entire dream shattered, fragmenting like broken glass.

Boom~~~

On a hill dozens of miles away, a massive circular array was engraved on the ground, flanked by faint green lamps. A black figure sat cross-legged within the array, eyes closed in meditation, with a piece of women's clothing placed before him.

Suddenly, a burst of energy exploded, extinguishing the green lamps on either side. The cloaked figure trembled, struck by the energy, and coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

His calm expression turned to one of disbelief at this moment.

How could this be?

...

The dream shattered, as if the entire world was being destroyed. Karida felt herself being thrown out of that world.

Her chest rose high, her body forming an arched bow, accompanied by a long, deep inhalation. Her whole body trembled, then went limp, falling back as Karida gradually regained consciousness.

This sleep had been particularly strange, as if she had battled for three thousand rounds. Something seemed to be pressing down on her, drenched in sweat. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone on top of her... Wang Feng???

She was disheveled, while he lay face-down on her chest. Karida could clearly feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, tickling and burning.

How dare he!

Karida, both shocked and furious, summoned strength from within and pushed Wang Feng away with a sudden movement. With a swift sound, the Death Rose, which had been lying beside her, was already pressed against Wang Feng's throat.

The shock also woke Old Wang, "What the hell, what the hell!"

"Brother Da! Brother Da, calm down! It's not what you think!" Old Wang, who had woken up just a few seconds after Karida, tried to explain.

Breaking free from a nightmare was never a pleasant experience. The energy released when the dream shattered not only backfired on the caster but also inflicted damage on the target, as anything involving the soul was delicate and subtle.

When Old Wang awoke, he felt weak all over, unable to muster any strength. The place where he was lying felt soft and sticky—Brother Da's sweet sweat. But before he could savor it, the cold tip of the sword was already pressing against him, jolting him back to reality.

One of the most nauseating aspects of nightmares was that even if someone escaped, they would have no memory of it, unless they had a bug seed like Old Wang's. Clearly, Brother Da had forgotten everything she saw in the dream, including that handsome, hip-swiveling bug.

Disaster! Disaster! I, the most wronged man in history, have been transported here!

I thought that with this feat, I could take it easy for a bit without any issues, but who would've thought it would stir up so much trouble? Feeling Karida's overwhelming killing intent, damn, what am I supposed to do?

The problem is, explanations won't work. The more resolute a person is, the more stubborn they become.

At this moment, however, Karida's beautiful face was a mix of changing expressions. She couldn't recall the content of the nightmare, but she remembered the instant before falling into it—Child Emperor had attacked her.

No one can escape from Child Emperor's demonic arts, yet she had survived. Looking at Wang Feng's frustrated expression, it was clear he had saved her. Realizing this, she suddenly felt her body go weak and her soul power nearly depleted.

Clang.

Her vision went black, her body stiffened, and the longsword in her hand fell to the ground. Her head spun, and she slowly collapsed.

Wang Feng quickly caught her, desperately shifting the blame: "Brother Karida, Brother Karida, are you okay? I heard your cries for help and came in. It was you who held onto me, and then I lost consciousness..."

Every part he touched was soft, drenched in sweat that carried the scent of hormones. Old Wang knew a formidable enemy was present, and despite restraining his evil thoughts, he couldn't help but feel aroused. Indeed, it was Brother Karida; her figure was truly exceptional... Damn, I'm really a beast.