TYMIMA Chapter 108

The Outer God did not intentionally help humans break through anything. It was just that His power was too strong for humans. That fragment, which could awaken billions of people, was injected into Zhan Pingchuan alone.

The wounds on Zhan Pingchuan’s body miraculously healed. The rare lead ore fibers remaining in his shoulder turned into black mist and disappeared. His breathing became steady and natural.

But he did not wake up. Such powerful force required a long time to absorb. He fell into the Spirit Realm system.

Lance repeatedly looked at Zhan Pingchuan’s injuries, confirming he was far from death.

So Lance raised his eyes. That fragile, tearful state vanished completely. In a flash, he drew the Black Mamba’s Fang from his waist and stabbed toward the red totem on his neck, his gaze sinister: “Go back, or we’ll perish together!”

Outer God: “……”

The channel still had the same flavor—cunning, evil, impious, the worst. He had only deceived the deity’s gift. Once his goal was achieved, he would show his true colors.

And He could not forcibly occupy the channel’s body or erase the channel’s will. Once the channel no longer piously believed in Him, feared Him, and willingly dedicated everything to Him, He would be pushed back to the Spirit Realm system by an invisible barrier.

He could of course easily end the channel’s life, but that would mean He would permanently lose the chance to spy on this planet.

When each planet was born, the universe granted it the power of self-protection. Even powerful deities could not shake that invisible barrier, no matter how small and ugly it was, no matter how fragile and ignorant the life it nurtured.

The iron door of the underground city was not a gateway to another world, but Earth’s last line of defense. Those obscure and strange characters were not divine language, but an ancient language that once existed on Earth. It was a warning, protection, silent love.

Whenever They spied on a planet, They would recognize the language of the planet’s barrier. Earth was no exception.

Like most planets They spied on, Earth was full of struggle and hatred among life forms. In the long timeline, every struggle was accompanied by cruel slaughter and the extinction of civilizations. It was precisely the merciless abandonment of history that made them lose the ability to recognize ancient languages and ignore Earth’s final protection.

“Stulta minaco, vi nostalgio por tiu homo, ne volis morti…” (Foolish threat, you are attached to this human, reluctant to die)

Lance sneered coldly, pushing the blade tip another inch inward: “Do you dare to bet?”

The Outer God could of course stop his hand holding the knife, but could not stop his consciousness. As long as he killed his own consciousness, the Spirit Realm system would automatically collapse, and this channel would be completely sealed.

After a long silence from the Outer God, the light in Lance’s eyes gradually disappeared, and the totem on his neck slowly faded.

Lance’s Spirit Realm system was once again filled with chaos, becoming an endless abyss and darkness.

He returned to slumber, leaving behind the punishment of a foolish god.

Clang!

The Black Mamba’s Fang fell to the ground. Lance painfully covered his glands, sharp and unbearable pain coming from his temples.

He gasped heavily, cold sweat instantly covering his forehead. Star magnolia pheromones rampaged, each time bringing him a near-death experience.

“Damn it, you bastard!” Lance cursed through gritted teeth. Even though he had anticipated this result, he still could not bear the sudden pain.

This tug-of-war between man and god always ended with both sides wounded. He could not gain his devotion, and he could not control His power.

Lance soon curled up on the ground, using the cold corridor to cool his burning body. However, the rocks were soon heated by him, and his pain did not diminish at all.

From the force of this backlash, it could be seen that He was very angry at being fooled, but Lance had no regrets.

He thought He had raised and guided him since childhood, and he would eventually piously believe in Him. But in repeated conflicts and exploitation, he had also gradually broken through His bottom line.

Lance’s consciousness became weaker and weaker. Pain occupied most of his nerves, triggering the brain’s self-protection effect. He struggled to crawl to Zhan Pingchuan’s side and finally fainted on Zhan Pingchuan’s chest.

Ryan’s situation was not much better either. The Outer God had crushed four of its scales, which were now bloody and badly scraped by rubble.

Now that it had regained its sight, it could see clearly that Sandro was not in the corridor, and what made Sandro’s voice was just a black cube.

It had indeed been deceived.

But now all those who deceived it had been annihilated by the god, leaving only thick blood scent and scattered flesh all over the ground.

Those trembling low-level mutant beasts finally dared to crawl out and devour the scattered flesh in large mouthfuls.

Ryan looked down at the unconscious Zhan Pingchuan and Lance. It was not clear why the deity would descend upon humans, but it realized that these two humans had helped it.

So it lifted its agonizing tail and tore off a scale from where the scales were thick and dense, using its transparent webbed hand to place the scale on the two people.

With its scale present, all the mutant beasts in this underground city would not dare to approach.

Then, Ryan, bearing its gruesome wounds, crawled to the end of the corridor and leaped into the green sea.

The salt water stung the wounds unbearably. A film of water covered its golden pupils, but this time it was not the punishment of destroyed sight, but long-missed tears.

It couldn’t help but wonder, my little jellyfish, what would you look like?

I miss you so much.

It dove into the deep sea, found a swaying deep blue mutant grass in the stone crevices, bit off the grass’s roots, dragged it up to the mangrove forest, then coiled its tail and applied the grass’s juice to its gruesome wounds.

The bloodied tail dripped with blue grass juice, and the blood gradually coagulated.

In a while, white hard shells would grow on the skin there, then white soft scales would grow on the hard shells, just like when it was young. Slowly, the soft scales would turn into hard and beautiful purple-black scales.

After applying the juice and watching the wound gradually turn white, the pain had slowly disappeared.

But Ryan lifted its tail tip to its face and couldn’t help but narrow its eyes.

The dark purple scales were hard and powerful, full of intimidation, beautiful and smooth. The little jellyfish always loved to carry them close to his body.

But the white soft scales were fragile and ugly, uneven, as if balding.

It examined them for a long time with its long-missed vision, finally having to admit that its proud tail was disfigured. The little jellyfish wouldn’t be able to slide on it anymore.

It experienced a new emotion—unpleasant, uncomfortable, making it want to avoid it.

Ryan stared at that spot with displeasure, swishing its tail tip, curling it around and around until it finally hid the white soft scale.

Unable to see it anymore, its mood improved somewhat, then it lowered its spine and lay on the reef to heal.

There were still 16 hours until the engagement ceremony.

“Why is there still no news!” Selarl paced back and forth in his office, brows tightly furrowed, creating deep furrows.

The anglerfish followed behind him, consoling: “It’s only been over two hours. Perhaps the monster is cunning and hard to lure. Please don’t worry. With the messenger and the Thornfish Cutting Net there, nothing will go wrong.”

Selarl checked his watch again, temporarily accepting the anglerfish’s explanation. He returned to his seat and sneered coldly: “That monster won’t come out for two hours. It seems it doesn’t care much about Sandro either.”

The anglerfish immediately agreed with Selarl: “Monsters are monsters after all. How can they be like humans? Once you marry the king, the king will know your goodness.”

Selarl was pleased by this statement, but he wouldn’t show his pleasure. He just closed his eyes, relaxed his body slightly, and leaned back in his chair to rest.

Tomorrow at noon would be the engagement ceremony. He should have rested well tonight to take photos with excellent complexion tomorrow.

But with his worries unresolved, he couldn’t rest yet. Li Bang was really inconsiderate.

The High Tower and Ghost Eye teams waiting were equally anxious.

Dream Witch paced back and forth in the suite’s living room, walking faster and faster, her dress hem fluttering in the wind.

Just going to scout the situation—did it really need this much time? Could something unexpected have happened?

She didn’t doubt her brother and son-in-law’s abilities, but if Selarl noticed, their situation on the seabed would become tricky. Not only would they fail to rescue the king, they might all be wiped out.

What made her even more anxious was that she still couldn’t contact Mad Clown. Otherwise, they could use Mad Clown’s ability as their final trump card—at worst, one teleportation could resolve the crisis.

“Don’t worry.” Adrian wasn’t good at comforting people, because in his upbringing environment, comfort was shameful. As long as you didn’t do well enough or weren’t perfect enough, you deserved Howard’s curses and beatings.

Even though he gradually understood later that not everyone was like this, that Howard was extreme and wrong, he could no longer change and had completely lost the ability to express regret and confide his remorse.

So “don’t worry,” which sounded overly simple, was already the greatest empathy he could show.

“Ha, I’m not worried at all. I’m just exercising,” Dream Witch tossed her curls and proudly raised her chin.

“……”

Adrian could clearly see her unease and irritation, but since she wouldn’t admit it, so be it.

The clock hand finally slid to midnight. It was as late as it could get, and even the greatest patience and trust had been worn away.

Selarl suddenly stood up, veins bulging at his temples like two twisted green worms.

“Contact Li Bang and the messenger immediately. If no one answers, send White Shark and Bay Crocodile over!”

The anglerfish suddenly woke from his doze and hurriedly grabbed his phone: “Yes, I’ll call right away!”

At the same time, Dream Witch suddenly stopped in her tracks. She stared intently at the time displayed on the wall clock and uttered two words grimly: “I’ll go.”

Adrian also stood up: “Let me do it instead. I can possess a Tasman person without being detected.”

Dream Witch: “No, I’m better at swimming, and I can also bewitch people to help me.”

Fulunla said urgently: “But you two are the leaders. If you disappear, it will definitely arouse suspicion. Let me go!”

Lily was energetic. Although the adults forced her to go to bed, she couldn’t sleep at all and had been pretending to sleep for several hours. Now hearing the plan had changed, she leaped up from bed: “Let me! Let me!”

In the underground city, Zhan Pingchuan was the first to wake up. He squinted his eyes, his gaze falling on the cave ceiling full of battle traces.

He wasn’t even sure if he had become an undead after death or had miraculously survived.

But he soon noticed a slight pressure on his chest. Looking down, he saw Lance with tightly furrowed brows, pale face, and disheveled red hair lying unconscious on him.

“Baby!” Zhan Pingchuan hurriedly sat up, holding Lance in his arms. His pupils trembled, still shaken, as he quickly checked Lance’s breathing.

Lance was stirred awake by Zhan Pingchuan’s movement, opening his bloodshot eyes.

He wasn’t injured, just fainted from pain. Now awake, he immediately asked in a hoarse voice: “What time is it?”

Zhan Pingchuan had no mind for the mission at all. He immediately examined Lance’s body, checking his pulse and heartbeat: “How are you feeling now? Where does it hurt? Are you injured? Your body is so hot.”

Lance shook his head: “I’m fine.”

He struggled to climb out of Zhan Pingchuan’s arms, reached for his phone, and checked the current time.

The pain hadn’t stopped. His cold sweat kept flowing, soaking his temples, and his glands ached from releasing too many pheromones.

Just as he was about to report the situation to Dream Witch, he heard harsh rock music echoing in the corridor.

The sound reflected back and forth off the stone walls, creating strong echoes that made one’s heart turn cold.

Zhan Pingchuan and Lance both looked toward the sound and found it was a phone left on the ground.

The phone lay on a mess of blood and flesh, singing and vibrating.

Only then did Zhan Pingchuan carefully observe the surroundings. The tragic scene in the corridor made his scalp tingle.

The guards, Li Bang, and the white robe had all disappeared. A section of the stone wall was covered with fine pieces of blood and flesh, splattered on the stones in various poses, torn off by mutant beasts hiding in dark corners and fed into their mouthparts for a feast.

A blood-stained white robe lay on the ground, now torn beyond recognition. The rare lead ore weapons lay scattered about, and those who used them were obviously mixed in with that mess.

Zhan Pingchuan also discovered that his shattered spine and stabbed shoulder had healed. His strength had completely recovered, and he even felt an unprecedented sense of well-being.

What exactly happened? Who killed those two S-levels and a bunch of guards? The S+ mutant beast?

“It’s Li Bang’s phone.”

Lance’s voice interrupted Zhan Pingchuan. Zhan Pingchuan hurried over to support the weak Lance, using silver threads to fish the phone from the ground.

The phone showed an incoming call from the anglerfish.

“They can’t wait anymore,” Zhan Pingchuan said.

Lance breathed weakly: “Don’t answer… send a message saying the mission is complete, but the mutant beast is struggling desperately and needs more time to get it out…”

Zhan Pingchuan held the bloody phone, thinking: “But what’s the lock screen password? Is there still a Li Bang we can ask?”

“……”

Lance coughed twice: “That… the headless corpse is Li Bang’s. Use his… fingerprint to unlock.”

Zhan Pingchuan raised an eyebrow in surprise. How did the little fox know?

But he understood this wasn’t the time to ask for clarification. He hurried to the headless corpse, grabbed the stiffened fingers, and unlocked the phone.

He hung up the call and immediately sent a message, but before this message, he added another line—

“The messenger was nearly injured by the monster and is angry, so it’s inconvenient to answer the phone.”

The other side was silent for a long time before replying with a message—

“Too much time has already been wasted. Hurry up. Make sure to bring back the monster’s corpse pieces before tomorrow’s ceremony.”

Although the anglerfish didn’t understand how a monster cut into pieces by the Thornfish Cutting Net could still struggle desperately, thinking it was an S+ mutant beast with some special survival skills made it understandable.

He temporarily put his mind at ease, turned around smiling, and reported Li Bang’s reply to Selarl.

Selarl didn’t suspect anything and sat back in his chair, saying sarcastically: “The messenger is really noble—can’t even be injured.”

No wonder Selarl let his guard down, because he simply couldn’t imagine anyone capable of simultaneously wiping out both the messenger and Li Bang. He had personally witnessed how powerful the messenger’s abilities were. To serve as a messenger between the elders and various believers, he must be no ordinary person.

Even if the S+ mutant beast could kill the messenger and Li Bang, the beast couldn’t possibly pick up Li Bang’s phone and communicate with the anglerfish.

“You can rest assured now. Once Li Bang appeases the messenger, they’ll definitely return in time.” Even the anglerfish felt that the current delay was just some conflict over there.

Selarl pinched his brow, planning to return to his bedroom to sleep: “Let the messenger put on airs, as long as he remembers tomorrow’s plan and the elders’ expectations.”

After replying to the anglerfish, Zhan Pingchuan immediately reported the situation to Dream Witch.

He kept it brief but conveyed all the key information, including the relationship between the S+ mutant beast and the king, Selarl’s purpose and the current situation in the underground city, and said he and Lance would return soon.

Dream Witch received the message and finally breathed a sigh of relief. She showed it to Adrian, who also visibly relaxed.

Lance heard his sister’s voice, and seeing everything had been explained, finally slumped down limply.

He had really endured to his limit and had no strength left.

Zhan Pingchuan quickly caught him, not letting him fall into the pool of blood, and immediately released soothing pheromones to stabilize the rampaging star magnolia scent.

Lance’s abnormality could no longer be ignored. He had too many questions.

After he lost consciousness from blood loss, what happened in the underground city? How did he recover?

When did Lance enter the underground city—after Li Bang and the white robe died, or before?

Were all these S-levels killed by that mutant beast? Where was it now?

Lance had no wounds on his body—why was he weak and uncomfortable?

“Baby, what exactly happened?”

Lance curled himself into a ball. The Outer God had messed up his pheromones again. His glands were severely depleted and needed soothing.

Moreover, time was pressing. The engagement ceremony was approaching soon. He had to maintain a clear mind and healthy body.

So he tightly hugged Zhan Pingchuan’s neck, struggled to lift his reddened eyes, and whispered: “Hubby, need marking, give me.”

“………………….”

The sudden change in tone nearly made Zhan Pingchuan’s mind fail to keep up.

“Here?” he confirmed again.

Lance nodded impatiently, involuntarily nuzzling Zhan Pingchuan’s lower abdomen: “Bite deeper.”

That bastard was deceived—this time was much harder to endure than the first.

Zhan Pingchuan looked around the corridor with a complex expression, gently patting the trembling spine of the little fox ball while rationalizing: “It’s actually quite an interesting place—there are cliffs, sea, red and green everywhere, rich and colorful.”

He carried Lance away from the bloody area to the end of the corridor, lying down on a relatively flat surface.

The little fox panted heavily as he lay on top of him. The clothes at his shoulder blades had somehow been torn, revealing smooth, fair skin.

Zhan Pingchuan caressed Lance’s back, releasing rich gentian pheromones.

The cool palm covered the burning skin, and Lance comfortably hummed.

He actively brushed aside his hair, exposing his glands, arched against Zhan Pingchuan, and moved close to Zhan Pingchuan’s lips.

Zhan Pingchuan’s breathing grew heavy as he covered his lips, forcefully inhaling the sweet star magnolia scent.

Lance felt a tingling current spread from his sensitive glands to his limbs, causing him to secretly curl his toes.

His tongue ambiguously licked the swollen glands, searching for the spot to pierce.

“Don’t be afraid, it’ll be over soon.” Zhan Pingchuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he whispered soothingly, his hoarse voice flowing into Lance’s ear.

Lance was too uncomfortable. He didn’t have time for foreplay—he needed to be marked quickly, letting as much gentian pheromone as possible enter Lance’s body to complete the soothing.

Canine teeth pierced the thin skin. Blood seeped out, but it still wasn’t enough. The tooth tip bit deeper.

Lance couldn’t help but arch his upper body, his face flushed, red hair disheveled across his cheeks.

Gentian pheromones quickly entered the gland core. Pain was soon replaced by pleasure and stimulation. The highly compatible pheromones maximized the soothing effect, and the torment brought by the Outer God gradually receded.

After the marking, Lance’s amber pupils were completely moist, tears even clinging to the tips of his trembling eyelashes.

He obediently pillowed on Zhan Pingchuan, wiping the stimulated tears on Zhan Pingchuan’s collarbone.

Zhan Pingchuan lovingly gathered him close, covering him with his outer coat: “Poor little fox baby.”