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Chapter 92: Melting Shushu
“Don’t mind me, hurry up and cut her! Otherwise, we’ll all be eroded by her soon.”
“Got it, I know this kind of thing.”
Through Sumu’s sharing, L learned about Luo Linglan’s abilities for the first time. Just as she thought, they were vulgar; rather than being defeated by such power, she would rather burn her magic power until death.
The proliferating tentacles were so dense that L could not see the form of the Desire Witch at this moment, but she was clear that the other party’s position was always in the center of the Martial Arts Hall, precisely where the sandbag had been.
The savage tentacles spread wildly throughout the vast Martial Arts Hall, piercing through the beams and walls, tearing apart this independent space built in Layer Two of the Dream Realm, stirring up an astonishing turbulence in the air.
The Martial Arts Hall standing in the dream was not as fragile as reality; it clearly contained a good amount of magic power in its construction, but at this moment, it resembled the ruins scattered everywhere on a battlefield, with spiderweb-like cracks covering the visible area. That it hadn’t collapsed yet was already a miracle.
After the last column was broken, an incredible scene unfolded.
The ceiling was overturned by the tentacles, lifted towards the sky, but the view through the cracks showed only a dead silence of blackness. It was a sight that belonged only to Layer Three of the Dream Realm, now displayed before them— the Desire Witch had linked a part of Layer Three of the Dream Realm here, allowing her to resonate with other conceptual beings, thereby unleashing greater power.
The ground began to tremble, and the mango box that Sumu was in uncontrollably began to fall into the air.
It wasn’t floating like a balloon but rather plummeting, faster and faster.
The sensation of weightlessness suddenly enveloped Sumu’s entire body, forcing her to cry out. Her head quickly became dizzy, and in the next moment, countless swirling tentacles rushed towards her, clinging to her, tightly binding the paper box to prevent it from flying away.
But L was not affected by the similar weightlessness. She remained grounded, piercing her blazing gaze through the numerous tentacles towards the Desire Witch, who was surrounded in the center by the tentacles, with the military knife in her hand shining even brighter.
Sumu finally regained her senses, but unfortunately, her head was pressed into a corner, and the pull coming from Layer Three of the Dream Realm was so strong that she felt as if her head might be sharpened at any moment.
Was this the attraction that Irina said would happen when she entered Layer Three of the Dream Realm? It’s so heavy…
She struggled to adjust her form in the box, sometimes startled by the sudden blows from the tentacles on the box surface.
It shouldn’t come in, right?
Just as Sumu worried, a tentacle began to hit the side of the paper box heavily, leaving a noticeable bulge.
Worrying was useless; now she could only hope that L could quickly deal with the root of these tentacles.
Sumu lightly stroked her chest, suppressing her rapid heartbeat, and then focused her energy on the handheld game console to provide favorable information for L as much as possible.
“Monitoring a large amount of Dark Magic funneling into the enemy target; it is expected that their Magic Power Index will break into B-rank in five minutes.”
“Estimated that magic protection can stop the tentacles for 337 seconds.”
“Warning: it is expected that the subject Sumu will be fully eroded by the domain of desire in three minutes. It is recommended to strengthen the internal protection of the box to prevent unexpected incidents.”
Looking at the bold warning at the bottom, Sumu raised an eyebrow and involuntarily tightened her collar.
What does “unexpected incidents” mean? Are they worried I can’t control myself and crawl out to push L? That kind of thing…
I can solve it myself inside!
Though she thought so, Sumu obediently transformed the mango box into a bidirectionally sealed type, making it difficult for herself to escape.
After a while, receiving intelligence from Sumu, L no longer hesitated. She bent down and stomped heavily on the ground, her figure suddenly disappearing from view.
In an instant, a spacious passage was torn between where she had just stood and the Desire Witch, the tentacles along the way were neatly sliced apart, as if struck by some kind of large-caliber weapon, and would take time to reorganize into that formation again.
Or rather, even if she laid out a denser array of tentacles, it was unlikely to effectively obstruct L.
These tentacles were as tough as the metallic restraints used by Tang Nai and were quite slippery, but in front of L, they were no different than shattered foam. When she swept past, a knife flash casually sliced through them, leaving debris scattered everywhere.
As L crossed these fragile tentacles, the tip of her knife reappeared within less than half a meter of the Desire Witch, needing just to gently push aside the last layer of weak defense in front of her to penetrate her heart.
The blue and white afterimages lingering behind the knife gradually solidified; it was L who had burned a quarter of her magic power. Her eyes were fixed on the direction the knife tip pointed, with purple lightning faintly flickering at the bottom of her pupils.
This bit of defense couldn’t stop her; she just needed to pierce straight through—
However, within the next 0.1 seconds, a dark, deep eye appeared through the gaps of the tentacles, reflecting on the back of L’s knife.
From a strange angle, the two locked eyes.
A strong dizziness immediately crashed into L’s head, causing her to instinctively lose strength from the knife she had extended, leaving only a shallow knife mark on the mass of tentacles in front of the Desire Witch.
Through L’s perception, Sumu was also struck by this intense impact, giving her a headache.
It was that so-called “Admiring Eye.”
It could pull outsiders into the dream, and within the dream, it could accelerate the sinking of others.
The sudden elevation of the sinking sensation was certainly uncomfortable. L had lived in the dream, so it didn’t affect her much, but for Sumu, it was a rather distressing experience.
What would she sink into in someone else’s dream?
I… I am L’s lover; she is now fighting for me and her mother. This is so difficult.
But I am really so happy, so excited. I can’t wait to…
Bang!
The tentacle hit the mango box again, leaving an astonishing bulge, and Sumu jolted awake.
Her rapid breath spread in the confined space, and her powerful heartbeat was incredibly clear, but most importantly—
Sumu desperately wrapped her clothes tighter, pushed her hands behind her back, pressed her body down, and tightly shut her eyes, forcing herself not to look down.
I can’t look. One more glance and I’ll melt into a pile of soft Shushu.
But despite saying so, Sumu was already showing some signs of melting. Her cheeks were flushed, and she breathed heavily, trying to fill her chest with cold air.
“Don’t look at her eyes; I… can’t handle it.”
The linking effect allowed them to share the mental impact they had just experienced. L quickly recovered from her daze, largely thanks to Sumu sharing some of the impact.
Hearing Sumu’s words, L couldn’t help but feel a bit regretful.
She acted impulsively, thinking that not looking directly into her eyes would be enough to avoid it.
The situation was urgent, but it was better to wait for anger to build up first.
Fortunately, Sumu didn’t share her physical sensations; otherwise, L might have decided to burn all her magic power for a final fight at that moment.
If she saw Sumu now—tch, she probably really wouldn’t be able to hold back at all.
