Chapter Forty: Four Fallen Deities? Welcome, Master of the House!

Night deepened.

The bright moon hung high, climbing into the night sky.

Amid flickering lights, a sedan slowly drove through the quiet streets before finally pulling up at the roadside.

The car door opened, and a long leg, clad in a silver high heel, its pale instep exposed, stepped out.

Lin Liuli, dressed in a beige trench coat, emerged from the car.

She looked toward the brightly lit apartment complex, her hands tucked in her coat pockets. A somber expression appeared on her cool, elegant face.

“Monkey Lord must be making his move by now…”

“This is courting death.”

Lin Liuli shook her head.

This member known as Monkey Lord wasn’t of low status in the organization, nor was he weak. Though only a lower-ranked Dreamwalker, he had merged with the “Fallen God’s Will” developed by the organization, making his strength truly formidable.

Yet, no matter how powerful, Lin Liuli held little hope for Monkey Lord.

With her hands in her pockets, her gaze grew distant, long lashes trembling as if she were recalling some long-buried fear.

It was the first time she had encountered Du Fang.

Back then, Du Fang had only just survived that terrifying ninth-level Dream Calamity.

During that encounter, she had chosen not to enter his dream, for she, like Monkey Lord, understood that peering into the dreams of a suspected Fallen God’s envoy was an act of sheer folly.

But even without dreamwalking…

Lin Liuli had been shaken to her core.

Du Fang’s daughter, Luoluo…

Just as Chen Xi had said,

She didn’t merely exist within dreams—she was present in reality, too.

Luoluo seemed to have transcended the boundaries of a Dream Calamity.

Yet Lin Liuli harbored a faint suspicion:

The source of that stirring within her own “miniature god core” didn’t seem to originate from Du Fang’s daughter, Luoluo.

It was, she guessed,

Du Fang himself.

…

…

Chen Hou hummed a cheerful tune.

He felt everything was firmly within his grasp.

Du Fang was indeed a Fallen God’s envoy. According to the organization, once an envoy awakened and fully merged with the Fallen God, they would become incredibly powerful. But so what?

Before awakening, an envoy was still just human.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…”

“He’s actually eating it—does he really think my hometown’s specialty is that delicious?”

Chen Hou chuckled softly.

“What a naive kid, really thinks neighborhood relations can be so harmonious?”

“Doesn’t have the least bit of wariness about how sinister the world is?”

“With such a simple-minded fellow, and Lin Liuli still couldn’t deal with him quickly—useless.”

Chen Hou’s gaze swept around Du Fang’s home.

Finally, it landed on Du Fang, slumped over the dining table.

Du Fang had fainted—clearly, the “Dreamlock Serum” had taken effect. He’d likely sleep until the following night.

That gave Chen Hou plenty of time to do as he pleased.

Rolling his neck, Chen Hou took slow steps toward Du Fang’s side.

However…

What Chen Hou didn’t know was this.

By Du Fang’s side, Luoluo, in her princess dress, tilted her head as she gazed at the masked intruder.

This monkey… wants to hurt Daddy?!

The aura around Luoluo grew heavier and more oppressive.

In her beautiful large eyes, it seemed as if fresh blood was streaming down.

Her lips curled into a faint grin, and the inverted triangle fangs hidden in her mouth gleamed with a cold, deadly chill.

It wasn’t just Luoluo.

The severed wife’s hand, draped over Du Fang’s shoulder…

At this moment, it too began to change. Flesh split open, blood gushed forth, and the fingernails on all five fingers started to lengthen and darken…

From a pale hand, it transformed into a demonic claw, cold and merciless.

Yet none of this…

Was seen by Chen Hou.

He hummed his little tune, bent forward, and leaned close to Du Fang.

His face was but a pinky’s width from Luoluo’s blood-streaked visage.

Beneath the monkey-face mask

Was Chen Hou’s sneer.

“What Fallen God envoy? Just a lucky bastard…”

“If the Fallen God hadn’t favored you, what would you be?”

Chen Hou muttered, disgruntled.

Just as he resented Lin Liuli—she, with her good constitution, was allowed to merge with the “miniature god core.”

Why should that be?

Chen Hou slowly reached out and pressed his hand to Du Fang’s neck.

He could lift Du Fang with one hand.

But…

As he exerted force,

He found Du Fang wouldn’t budge at all; it was as though, before him, stood not a man—

But a mountain.

“Uncle, the ginger duck you brought was delicious.”

Suddenly, in the silent room, a childish voice resounded in Chen Hou’s ear.

Chen Hou froze.

Where did that voice come from?

He looked around.

His pupils contracted violently.

The scene around him rippled as if a stone had dropped into a lake.

Then,

Chen Hou realized—

The room was bustling with impossible life.

A little girl with her back to him, eating ginger duck.

A pink pig plushie tumbling from the sofa, squealing.

A hand, bleeding and swelling, transforming into something monstrous.

What was all this?

“This…”

“Is this a dream?”

The realization sent a chill down Chen Hou’s spine, his heart seized with terror.

Du Fang had eaten the ginger duck, ingested his Dreamlock Serum—his dream should have been sealed, unable to leak out.

How had he fallen into a dream?

Who had drawn him into it?

Without hesitation,

Chen Hou’s dream-spirit surged.

His body swelled beneath his clothes, muscles rippling, arms lengthening, transforming into the powerful limbs of a great ape—his awakened Dreamwalker power: Beastform.

A pitch-black iron cudgel appeared in his grip—his forbidden weapon!

Dream-spirit poured frantically into the cudgel, the ends glowing red-hot.

Chen Hou broke into a sweat.

Damn!

He’d miscalculated!

Was the dose too low?

Immediately, Chen Hou retreated from Du Fang slumped at the table, his eyes locked on the little girl eating ginger duck with her back to him.

Blood began to seep from her white dress.

She slowly turned her head. Her mouth was filled with razor-sharp teeth, packed with meat and bone, while a barbed tongue flicked out, licking the bloody flesh from her lips.

“Uncle, it’s really tasty.”

Boom!!!

With her words, a pressure as vast as a mountain crashed down—dream-spirit terror pouring forth.

Chen Hou’s heart was consumed by fear.

His hand shook around his forbidden weapon; he couldn’t even lift the cudgel.

“Fa… Fallen God?”

“No…”

“Not just one Fallen God?”

Chen Hou’s eyes darted. On the other side,

That bleeding, severed hand also unleashed a terrifying, soul-quaking pressure.

The pink pig on the sofa, grinning wickedly, emanated its own oppressive might!

Three pressures smashed down at once.

Color drained from the world.

Darkness filled Chen Hou’s vision.

His body was flattened to the floor, an unspeakable terror filling every fiber of his being—he couldn’t even move a finger.

In the distance,

The pink pig parted its mouth and let out a “moo-oh, moo-oh” sound.

A suction force burst from the pig’s mouth.

The iron cudgel flew from Chen Hou’s hand, straight into the pig’s maw.

Then came a crisp, crunching sound—like candy being bitten.

Chen Hou: “…”

His cudgel!

His pupils shrank behind the monkey mask.

A pig… eating a forbidden weapon?

What kind of monsters were these!

He was going to die!

In this situation, he was dead for sure!

Three Fallen Gods!

There were three Fallen Gods hidden in Du Fang’s dream!

Was Du Fang running a wholesale for Fallen Gods?

Chen Hou was in despair, but he didn’t want to die…

“Only a Fallen God can fight a Fallen God!”

“Awaken—!”

Flattened to the ground by the pressure, Chen Hou’s body trembled.

The monkey mask shattered in an instant.

His face twisted and contorted.

A powerful, alien will awoke within him…

Chen Hou was overjoyed!

The Fallen God’s will within him…had revived!

A shadow rose slowly from Chen Hou’s body.

“Who… has awakened Qi… The great Qi shall descend…”

A deep, abyssal voice echoed as if from the nethermost depths.

Chen Hou’s face was alight with excitement. “Great Fallen God, save—”

Yet,

The next moment, his plea was abruptly cut short.

“Qi still has matters to attend to…”

“Sorry for the disturbance…”

The Fallen God interrupted Chen Hou’s excitement before he could finish.

Chen Hou: “???”

Then, he saw the little girl and the pig—

Before the awakened Fallen God’s will, neither showed a trace of fear. Instead, they drooled in anticipation…

And most unbelievably…

Du Fang, slumped at the table,

Now twisted his body with a crackling stretch, rising slowly from the chair.

His short black hair grew white, lengthening rapidly, strand by strand…

Until it cascaded down his back like a silver waterfall.

The little girl and pink pig plushie, ignoring Chen Hou, turned respectfully toward the standing Du Fang.

The bloodied hand floated to Du Fang’s shoulder, gently caressing him.

Chen Hou despaired.

There was more!

A fourth… Fallen God!

What had he stepped on?

Had he triggered a nuclear bomb?

The air seemed frozen, the dreamscape cracking under the strain.

Du Fang slowly began to turn.

Chen Hou didn’t even have the courage to lift his head; his face was pressed into the floor by the crushing force.

Suffocation,

Oppression,

A deluge of boundless terror flooded his soul.

In an endless nightmare,

He heard a respectful, reverent pig’s grunt,

And a child’s delighted, lilting voice.

“Moo-oh, moo-oh!”

“Welcome home, Master!”

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