Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Seeing how Zhao Yao, a second-star cat slave, had been knocked out just like that, Blue Moon lost hope in achieving victory. He glared at the stranger in front of him and asked, “Who are you guys? Are you the cat slaves under Ya Xing? What exactly do you want out of ambushing us right in our palace?”
The man only smiled and put a finger to his lips as he gestured to keep quiet.
The next moment, he huffed and blew out a formless smoke from his mouth which charged towards Blue Moon.
Blue Moon bellowed in anger. He expelled all the force he could from his body by activating the powers he borrowed from Wheatley at maximum level to control the man.
However, due to the imbalance in the powers of Awareness between the two, Blue Moon’s powers had no effect on the man at all. The smoke engulfed his body and vast amounts of the smoke was absorbed into his body. Blue Moon’s body started to ache and loosen before he lost all feeling in his limbs and started losing his Awareness gradually.
At the same time, the smoke drifted over towards Zhao Yao.
“I merely knocked out that guy just now. I should just put him to sleep as well.”
Just as the man thought of that, his vision blurred before he widened his eyes in alarm. “Where did that guy go? How come he disappeared?”
A sharp pain seized his head. He felt as though a pair of big hands were clamping his head and lifting him up.
The man immediately activated his powers and blasted toxins from all the pores of his body. Bursts of purple and yellow gases filled the air around them. Sizzling, cracking sounds could be heard as the walls and floor corroded and chunks of debris fell upon contact with the toxic gases.
“This guy is dead for sure. I blasted out all the toxins at full force. It is so lethal even steel would corrode and dissolve in this. He…”
As the man thought of that, the big hands clutching his head suddenly squeezed hard, causing his skull to crack under the immense pressure.
He let out an agonizing scream and started thrashing around wildly, trying to break free. However, the hands clasping his head were like a mountain that locked his head in position, leaving him defenseless against its clutches.
Zhao Yao’s head appeared amidst the mass of toxic gases. He took a deep breath and sucked in all the poisonous gases into his mouth at once, much to the horror of the man.
Black veins crept across his cheeks under the lethal effects of the poisonous substances he inhaled. However, the effects were short-lived and soon disappeared with the power of Ultra Rapid Regeneration.
Burp!
Zhao Yao burped out a breath of poisonous gas before he smacked his lips and said, “Feels much better.”
“This guy! He actually sucked in all my poison into his body?!” The man stared at Zhao Yao as if he was a monster.
Zhao Yao smiled and shook the man whom he held in his hands. He licked his lips and asked, “Hey kiddo, what other tricks do you have? Can you squirt out more of that?”
“Mon… monster!” The man bellowed as green light blasted out from his eyes. Cracks appeared all over his body, as if he was about to explode.
Zhao Yao frowned. “Troublesome.”
Zhao Yao glanced at the ‘Level 20’ label above the man’s head and decided to switch to other abilities.
Level 25 Sleep Medusa activated!
Level 25 Nightmare Lord activated!
The absolute difference between their power of Awareness caused the guy to succumb immediately.
The man, who was just about to explode, suddenly relaxed as he fell asleep and entered the dreamscape.
At the same time, Zhao Yao followed the man into the dreamscape.
…
The male apostle opened his eyes and saw hazy, slightly mythical world before him. He immediately regained his senses as he thought to himself, “This is… a dreamscape?”
“Bingo.”
“The male apostle turned to the direction of the sound and saw a gigantic Zhao Yao towering over him. He was standing in Zhao Yao’s palm.
Zhao Yao said calmly, “The superpower that you just used is not from the Short Fur Tribe, right? From what I know, the cats in the Short Fur Tribe all have the ability of Awareness Distortion. The power you just used was obviously not that which means that there’s some other supercat backing you up.”
The male apostle’s face was aghast. However, he immediately scoffed as he replied, “Humph, do you think I actually will tell you? Dream on.”
Zhao Yao laughed. “I like tough guys like you. Let me just tell you this. The dozens of hours spent in this dreamscape will only amount to only one second in the real world. We have all the time in the world to do this.”
Looking at the sinister smile on Zhao Yao’s face, the male apostle’s expression soured. His Awareness suddenly underwent a drastic change in an attempt to break out of the dreamscape and return to reality.
Although he did not borrow the power of Awareness Distortion, he still had a Level 20 power of Awareness, which was enough for him to travel through the Awareness Dimension.
Zhao Yao quickly reacted when he saw that the man was trying to escape. With a thought in his head, Zhao Yao blocked the man’s Awareness. Bam! The man’s Awareness was sent flying back, as if it had knocked into an invisible wall.
The male apostle heard a hazy voice ringing in his ear.
“If I let you eat shit, would you prefer sweet or salty?”
…
One second passed in the real world before Zhao Yao’s eyes fluttered open and he regained his senses. However, he was still puzzled as he stared at the male apostle before him.
While in the dreamscape, he had already forced the man to spill out all the information he had.
Sadly, the man did not know much as well. However, there was definitely a supercat with the ability to secrete poison behind this apostle. Not only the apostles who borrowed the power of poison were engaged in the attack. The cat slaves from Ya Xing were there too.
“Did Ya Xing form an alliance with another group of apostles?” Zhao Yao frowned. “That doesn’t make sense. Why would they do that?”
As he thought about it, Zhao Yao threw the male apostle through the dimension portal and continued walking into the depths of the palace.
…
In the backyard of Wheatley’s palace.
Wheatley was squatting on the floor, one hand pressing against the floor while the other hand was clutching her chest tightly, as she began panting heavily.
Behind her were ten other cat slaves who had succumbed to the poison attack and collapsed on the ground, immobilized. Black Dune was one of them. He looked on worriedly as he stared at Wheatley.
Wheatley thought to herself, “It’s poison? When did the poison appear? Is this an ability of another supercat?”
She looked up. Her pupils constricted into dangerously thin slits as she stared at the person before her in fury. “Snow Mountain! What are you guys trying to do? You attacked me directly, are you crazy?”
In all kinds of internal battles for seizing land and resources within the Short Fur Tribe, cat slaves would always fight against each other and would be easily sacrificed in battle.
However, in any internal battle, cats were not supposed to be subjected to attacks. This was an iron law established since the founding of the Short Fur Tribe.
This meant that the death of a human did not matter, but the death of a cat was a shocking crime which countless humans had to pay the price for.
When questioned, the golden-haired Snow Mountain, chief manager of Wheatley’s cat slaves, shook his head and said, “Times have changed. Humans will not be slaves forever. Control her!”
