Chapter 129 The Strange He Jianzhu
In the middle of the luxurious sofa sat a two-meter-tall, burly naked man. He seemed to dislike wearing clothes, sitting with his eyes closed, entirely unconcerned by the odd sensation of his exposed anatomy. At the center of his chest was a massive * shaped mark.
This man was the so-called Sky God—the master of this disaster realm, the Flesh and Fruit Disaster Beast.
The black-robed man opposite him slid the suitcase containing the holy solution forward, then bowed and retreated behind a young man.
The young man had golden hair, his legs crossed as he lounged in flower-patterned shorts. His unbuttoned pink shirt revealed well-defined chest and abdominal muscles. He tugged his sunglasses down to the bridge of his nose and grinned:
"My Lord Sky, my sincerity has been delivered. Now, where's yours?"
The naked man slowly opened his eyes, his expression indifferent, and snapped his fingers.
"Pop—"
Three silver boxes materialized on the table, each containing neatly arranged, plump fruits.
The first box held ten translucent, blueberry-shaped fruits—Infused Spirit Fruits.
The second contained three fist-sized, milky-white fruits—second-level Spirit Hidden Fruits.
The third box housed ten bright red, apple-like fruits—Spirit Flesh Fruits.
"There are still seventy Spirit Flesh Fruits left unharvested in the lower world," the naked man said tonelessly. "But thirty more Spirit Masters arrived today, so expect around a hundred. When the time comes, collect them yourself."
The pink-shirted young man casually plucked a Spirit Flesh Fruit and took a crisp bite. Blood-red juice burst forth, splattering his face, but he paid it no mind. Leaning back comfortably, he bared his crimson-stained teeth, licked his lips, and sighed:
"Ah, the taste of a third-level Spirit Master—so refined. I'll bet she was a beauty."
As he moved, several of his men lurking in the shadows swallowed hard, their eyes burning with hunger as they stared at the fruits. Yet, without the young man's permission, none dared act.
Then, another lazy voice cut through the darkness:
"Lord Sky, how many have ascended this month?"
A mysterious figure in a blood-red robe stepped forward, his face hidden beneath a hood. A vertical-pupiled θ mask, outlined in crimson, gleamed faintly. His voice was low, deliberate:
"The number sent to the 'Garden' has noticeably dwindled these past months. The owner is... displeased."
The naked man turned his impassive gaze toward him.
"Geng Gui, as master of this disaster realm, I abide by its rules. Whether those ants ascend isn't my decision."
His eyes flicked between the masked man and the pink-clad youth.
"And you two—next time, send someone of stature. What's the point of dispatching trash? Do you truly believe I need this alliance?"
Silence followed his cold words.
"Haha~" The pink-shirted man laughed awkwardly. "We just find you easier to talk to! Surely you don't mind skipping human formalities?"
Behind Geng Gui, a scarlet vertical pupil slit open.
"Sir Sky... am I qualified?"
The naked man's eyes narrowed slightly.
Sensing the tension, Geng Gui coughed and straightened, shifting the subject:
"Truthfully, we aren't here to rush deliveries. We came to warn you—He Jianzhu's weakened state begins in a month. By then, her power should fall below Venerable rank."
"He Jianzhu."
The naked man's dangerous aura receded as he spoke calmly:
"I'll admit, that woman is peculiar. A mere fourth-rank Spirit Master a decade ago, yet after her transformation, she gained the strength of a Seven-Eyed Evil—even bending the disaster realm's rules to her will. Lately, she's shown signs of regaining sanity."
"Regaining sanity?" Geng Gui stiffened. "Has she resisted?"
"No." The Sky God shook his head. "She still enforces the realm's will, hunting 'disrespectful ones.'"
Geng Gui nodded slowly. "Then it must be her weakening state reverting her to human form. That's why her consciousness stirs."
A sneer twisted his lips beneath the mask.
"Ten years I've waited. Finally, the day comes. She should've been captured a decade ago—given the punishment she deserves!"
"Tsk tsk~" The pink-clad man licked juice from his lips, chuckling. "Speaking of He Jianzhu, I've seen her photos. A real beauty. Once she's human again, let me have my fun first~"
"Ah, Deacon Han, I'm afraid not." Geng Gui tilted his masked face, tone languid. "He Jianzhu is reserved for the Garden's owner. Of course, if you're eager, you're welcome to visit the Garden yourself."
"True." The pink-shirted man smirked. "A woman of her caliber? The Garden's patrons will fight over her."
"By the realm's rules, He Jianzhu hunts after midnight. At ten, you descend to harvest."
Sky God spoke indifferently, "Three minutes remain. Prepare to descend."
"Tsk, what's there to prepare for?" The pink-clad man scoffed, turning to the crowd of youths on the dance floor. "You agree, don't you?"
The music had stopped. Young men in tailored tuxedos laughed in unison. "Exactly! Why prepare for corpses?"
They could hardly wait. By the realm's rules, the mindless He Jianzhu would slaughter nearly all the "disrespectful ones," leaving only one or two Spirit Masters behind—prey for their amusement.
After all, consuming Spirit Flesh Fruits required… activity. Movement helped absorb the fruits' enhancements.
Should they fail to kill their targets, the Sky God would intervene.
Thus, even a fifth-rank opponent would perish here.
To this day, no civilian Spirit Master who entered had ever left.
Suddenly, a subordinate hurried to the pink-clad man's side, whispering urgently, "Master Han! Trouble—outsiders are approaching the disaster realm!"
"Hmm? That Holy Department brat again?" Master Han lounged, lazily chewing Spirit Flesh.
"No—it's the Military Department's Walkers!" The subordinate's voice tightened. "The White Dragon Walker of the Shadow Dragon Legion just appeared at 'Entrance No. 1' with three Festival Envoys. They must've tracked us during the prince's investigation. What are your orders?"
"The White Dragon Walker?" Master Han's smirk faltered. He glanced at the God of the Sky. "Walkers are typically fifth-rank, but this one recently ascended to Venerable. He's already qualified for discipleship—not someone to trifle with."
"A mere Venerable."
The naked man's expression didn't flicker. "Relax. Once I seal the entrance, no Venerable, however strong, may enter."
Master Han exhaled—yet an inexplicable unease prickled his spine. Frowning, he set down the half-eaten fruit.
Why this foreboding?
But this was a Seven-Eyed Disaster Realm. What danger could possibly exist?
(End of Chapter)