Chapter 130: Sister-in-law, Goddess of the Starry Sky

"Kill him."

This was Du Fang's verdict.

As the words fell, everyone present felt an invisible, frenzied, and excited humming of "la-la-la-la."

On the somber highway, the blood-stained pencil in Du Fang's hand whistled as it tore away from his grip. It transformed into a black streak, like a meteor carving across the sky from the highest heavens, flying silently over Jiangling City and shooting directly into the downtown area.

It was as if a young girl, having received permission, laughed maniacally and shouted, "Bring me my pen!"

Du Fang did not stop the departure of the blood-stained pencil; it was his sister-in-law's weapon, a manifestation of her power in reality. A national-level force—without this mysterious pencil, his sister-in-law might not have been able to secure a kill so easily. But with the pencil in hand, the yandere sister-in-law would show the world that it was the world that was sick, not her.

The pupils beneath the White Jade Priest's mask contracted slightly. Watching the pencil streak across the sky, a flicker of doubt and coldness emerged in his eyes. This pencil was a Cursed Object—and an incredibly mysterious one at that.

"It is not a Cursed Object from the Sequence Ranking!"

It was not just the White Jade Priest; Leon and his wife also noticed the blood-stained pencil. Leon, in particular, saw gray mist surging in his eyes. To him, this pen crossing the firmament was like an endless mass of black. The intense, suffocating malice made it almost impossible to breathe. The terror, the sense of despair, were enough to induce asphyxiation.

"Although it is not on the Sequence Ranking, its power is absolutely no less than the top ten Cursed Objects!" Leon gasped, his voice echoing across the scene, shocking many.

Du Fang was also quite surprised. His sister-in-law’s pen... was it that formidable? But on second thought, it made perfect sense.

The departure of the pencil drew the attention of many, yet no battle broke out on the highway. The White Jade Priest was surrounded: the armed forces of Jiangling City in front, and Leon, his wife, and Du Fang behind. He appeared trapped on the road with no way out.

However, the White Jade Priest was not anxious; there was not a hint of panic in his heart. He sneered at Du Fang's arrogance. He was also a Dream Weaver, and his special ability was "Perfect Doppelganger." He essentially possessed two selves, both with the power of a Nation-Level Dream Weaver, and they could exchange information instantly. This ability was useless when he was weak, but now that he had reached the Nation-Level, it was incredibly powerful. After all, if one Nation-Level became two, the situation changed entirely.

He was aware that a wild Fallen God had appeared in Du Fang's residential complex. He assumed it was one left behind by Du Fang. But he didn't care. When a wild Fallen God manifested in reality, its power was suppressed by the world's laws, preventing it from unleashing its full potential. Under normal circumstances, a wild Fallen God's combat power was equivalent to a City-Level. The Priest largely dismissed a mere City-Level threat.

He was waiting for his main body in the city to finish off Vermillion Bird and obtain another small Divine Core. As a priest, he already possessed one, and it was developed to the extreme. If he integrated another, he might upgrade to a medium Divine Core, vastly increasing his strength. By then, he could easily wipe out all of Jiangling City. Therefore, he was in no hurry. He felt that the people of Jiangling City were the ones who should be panicking.

...

*Whoosh!*

The blood-stained pencil, sharp as a spear, tore through the firmament and sped toward a residential complex in downtown Jiangling City.

In the complex, the face beneath the White Jade Priest's mask twisted tightly. His eyes glared at the wild Fallen God who was holding a piece of paper covered in ghostly scribbles and intentionally giving him a hard time. A flash of cruelty crossed his brow. Was this Fallen God mocking him?

Fallen Gods were indeed terrifying, but as long as one did not enter their dream realm, their innate ability to manipulate the inner fears of others could not be fully unleashed. As a priest of the Divine Core Organization, he had experience hunting Fallen Gods. He had hunted several himself, and they had all been fed into the "Divine Core" the organization carefully crafted, becoming a source of endless power.

The Seventh Priest felt confident. He knew exactly how strong the Divine Core Organization had become after years of development. If not for the leader’s constant insistence on staying low-profile to avoid a siege by the World Dream Weaver Association, the Divine Core Organization alone could challenge the entire world.

They were getting closer to their dream of "World Nuclear Peace." As more Fallen Gods were captured, the power of the Divine Core had reached saturation. With the frequent emergence of invasive Cursed Zones, the organization had acquired materials capable of bearing the power of Fallen Gods. Now, they had even begun "creating gods."

Of course, despite his confidence, the Seventh Priest did not dare to be careless when facing a Fallen God alone. The Divine Core Organization understood Fallen Gods far better than the Dream Weaver Association. The Association allowed Dream Weavers who awakened Fallen God powers to communicate with them on their own, keeping their research surface-level. But the Divine Core Organization was different; their understanding was profound. They had even categorized Fallen Gods into three levels: Quasi-God, World-Destroying God, and Starry-Sky God. Quasi-Gods were equivalent to Nation-Level Dream Weavers, while World-Destroying Gods were, as the name implied, capable of destroying the world—the ceiling of World-Level Dream Weavers. As for the Starry-Sky God, it was merely a conceptual classification for beings that transcended the world.

The Seventh Priest did not know how strong this particular wild Fallen God was. Even with the world's suppression reducing its strength, it would at least have City-Level power. Some powerful World-Destroying Gods could maintain Nation-Level strength.

*Whoosh!*

The pen flew in and was caught by the girl—the Fallen God—who had been meticulously folding and putting away her drawing. It was a blood-stained pen, as if it had flown across the stars. The moment it landed in her hand, the Seventh Priest felt an immense, overwhelming pressure!

The pressure caused his eyes beneath the mask to shrink. An uncontrollable fear seemed to spread from his heart. The Seventh Priest took a deep breath and stepped back, staring at the girl in the blood-stained white dress with loose, black hair. His eyes were full of deep wariness. To possess such terrifying power even when manifested in reality—she was unfathomable.

This was troublesome!

However, the Seventh Priest's heart began to burn with fervor. If he could capture this Fallen God, his status in the Divine Core Organization would surely be promoted! Fortune favors the bold!

He raised his hand and pressed it to the center of his brow, locking down the leaking dream-spirit fluctuations. This way, he would not be affected by the Fallen God's fear-inducing powers.

In the complex, a disheveled Lin Liuli dared not even breathe. The air was thick with the atmosphere of the standoff, making her feel like a small boat trembling in a storm. This was a clash of Nation-Level powers! She saw the girl holding the blood-stained pencil, and just by looking, the fear in the depths of her soul was uncontrollably stirred.

But more than fear, there was confusion. Lin Liuli had never seen this girl before. Her intuition told her that this girl must also be a member of Du Fang's family. A new family member? Du Fang had awakened another one in this short time? Lin Liuli found it unbelievable. She already knew Du Fang had others besides Luoluo, but now another one... What was going on with Du Fang? How could his body sustain so many Fallen Gods?

She had no answers. It had to be Du Fang's secret. Although she trusted his family, being hunted by the Seventh Priest meant she could only pin her hopes on this girl she had never met. The Seventh Priest was a Nation-Level powerhouse—could this manifested Fallen God push him back? Only if she could would Lin Liuli have a chance to survive. Otherwise, if she fell into the Priest's hands, her small Divine Core would be extracted, and she would surely die.

The Seventh Priest, floating in the air, watched the girl. He felt the pressure and anticipated a hard fight. Lin Liuli felt the same. However, when the sister-in-law began her assault, the Seventh Priest realized he was entirely wrong!

The sister-in-law's white dress, stained with blood, fluttered in the wind. Her bare feet stepped on the ground. Her mouth, stretched grotesquely to her ears, emitted that "la-la-la-la-la" humming. As she took a step, the humming seemed to become omnipresent.

In the air, the Seventh Priest's eyes snapped wide. Floating above, he finally saw the truth! One, two, three, four... they were everywhere. On the roofs, in the pavilions, in the stairwells—every window in the apartment complex stood with a figure. Each figure held a blood-stained pencil, mouths stretched wide, laughing and humming crazily.

The ground was even more densely packed with them. As if they were being constantly copied and pasted, countless girls appeared! They stood in various poses—some looking up, some tilting their heads, some pressing their faces against the glass—but the one thing that remained the same was that every single girl, with blood-oozing eyes, was staring directly at him.

Even with his dream-spirit suppressed to prevent falling into a dream, the Seventh Priest felt an uncontrollable chill and terror rising from the soles of his feet! He had captured many Fallen Gods, but this one was freakishly beyond his imagination!

Suddenly! The Seventh Priest felt his ankles clamped by an immense force. He looked down, and his scalp went numb. Below, the dense sea of girls looked like a mountain made of ants. The girl at the very top had grabbed his ankles, staring at him with a face like cracked porcelain, emitting a chilling laugh.

*Crack!*

The Seventh Priest's white jade mask suddenly fractured. This mask, a Cursed Object created by the Divine Core Organization, was meant to withstand a fatal blow. Yet, it shattered instantly!

The crisis of death descended upon him. His heart trembled. "Star... Starry-Sky God?!"

Without hesitation, he tried to trigger the small Divine Core within his body. However, a massive force dragged him down, and the Divine Core felt as if it had been frozen solid! His Nation-Level power was never even unleashed, and his body was swallowed by the sea of the sister-in-law's manifestations.

One after another, blood-stained pencils stabbed into his body. Nostrils, eyes, mouth, ears, hands, legs, kidneys, heart... every part was pierced! His skin split and flesh burst open as countless fountains of blood sprayed out, dyeing his pristine white robe the color of fresh blood!

The sunset of dusk shone upon the bloody scene. The entire world, in that moment, was like an Asura’s hell.