Chapter 210: I Can’t Do It...
Jiang Che hadn’t added many friends; there were only a few numbers stored on his phone.
When he saw Leng Feng calling, he only hesitated for a moment before answering.
He was just about to let Ren Fengxiang test what kind of Dungeon he had encountered.
Both Xiong Jie and Fei Hu had already registered the relevant information in Jiang Che’s Dungeon.
As long as they weren’t too far away and the Dungeon’s Life Energy was sufficient, they could be resurrected.
Long Yun had been lingering in the corner by the door, saying nothing, never coming any closer.
Jiang Che ignored him.
He wasn’t worried about an intruder entering the Dungeon, or not fighting for the Dungeon when it mattered.
Just as a person can never truly strangle themselves, even someone who can swim will tie a few stones to their feet before jumping into a river.
Even when the will to die is obvious, the body still struggles instinctively.
If the resurrection energy within the Dungeon runs low, he will step out actively, fighting for survival.
Humans have grown stronger and stronger, their senses sharpened, all five heightened, their bodies toughened, their will becoming more defined, and the desire to survive only growing more urgent.
"Did the Dungeon creation fail?" Xiong Jie’s first reaction was just that, but then he reconsidered—it shouldn’t be, after all Jiang Che would’ve explained everything, and generally there shouldn’t be any other problems.
"I watched the stream. Nothing went wrong." Fei Hu shook his head. The Dungeon was created successfully, but he didn’t reveal the exit location to anyone.
Jiang Che accepted the call; the other end paused for two seconds.
"Sorry to bother you again."
"About what you said before—I believe you now, and I don’t want to use any greater good of humanity to manipulate you..."
"I just want to know one thing, could you tell me? If your goal is to deal with the other Lords, then our purposes should be the same."
"Go ahead."
"I want to know—what’s going on with the Lord Dark Star. If you don’t know, I hope you can help me find out."
"I promise you this: whatever happens in the future, I will never treat Dungeon Nine as an enemy."
Leng Feng held the phone and walked out onto the balcony.
As he watched the sunlight slowly sink below the horizon, he absently searched his pockets, then remembered the empty pack of cigarettes had also been left behind in Jiang Che’s Dungeon.
Below the balcony, the earth had already turned blood-red.
When he looked down, he saw the people staring up as well.
There were no black spikes on the ground, only viscous blood spread across the surface.
He was many stories up; now, humans at a high level all had excellent eyesight.
From this spot, the view was great, but still, he couldn’t make out the faces below.
The city’s population had grown dense, with people from neighboring cities gathering here.
Leng Feng couldn’t see clearly, but he could feel the hatred in the eyes below.
It was just a feeling.
A strange feeling.
The entire city was wailing in agony, the hum of their suffering echoing in his ears; he could feel the pain of everyone all around.
He couldn’t really understand—he felt that everyone hated him.
Why?
As he was pondering, Jiang Che’s voice came in through the phone, "Something really is wrong with Dark Star."
"It’s like he’s gone into hiding, hasn’t shown himself to the other Lords, and his rank has dropped—at most, he only has SS-level Lord strength now."
Jiang Che didn’t hold back any information about Dark Star.
"Thanks, I understand. If you ever need help, you can find me." Leng Feng hesitated, then hung up.
The afterglow of sunset was turning a striking crimson, and for a moment, he couldn’t even tell if what stained the ground was blood or the bloody sunset.
His deputy, Liu Mang, came in carrying a tablet.
Just now, they had obtained the information about those two regions, and had tracked down video recordings from the areas.
"Boss, we know now what destroyed those two zones." He handed over the tablet, his glance trailing out the window beside Leng Feng, down at the street below.
The blood-red sunset cast a scarlet sheen over the city.
The sky was red with blood, the ground the same.
The entire city looked twisted and strange.
"Let me see." Leng Feng took the tablet from him, distracted, as if his soul had drifted away.
The screen showed a paused video. Just a tap and it would play.
"Boss, did you... not find out the information you were after?"
Leng Feng’s face looked off, prompting his deputy’s concern.
"No, I found it." Leng Feng paused. His voice was low, sounding unsure, lacking confidence.
"Is it that... there’s no hope for us after all? Was everyone wrong?" Liu Mang was crestfallen, his hand unconsciously moving to his neck.
The mark was there on his skin—no physical sensation upon touching it, but after seeing it so often, he only needed to place his finger there to feel its shape.
"No." Leng Feng shook his head. "Everyone guessed right. Dark Star’s condition is bad. Very bad."
"He doesn’t dare show himself to the other Lords now, and his power is slipping."
"We, the seeds, have absorbed nearly half his strength. Now he’s only got the power of an SS-level Lord."
"That’s not bad!" Liu Mang’s voice instantly grew spirited. They’d rated things before—Level 15 for humans was about equal to a wraith at SS-level.
Breaking through to Level 16 would make a human the equivalent of an SSS-level Lord.
Leng Feng now stood at Level 15. Didn’t that mean he could fight Dark Star head-on?
"Yeah, I can now stand against Dark Star, too." Leng Feng’s voice was airy, his eyes turning hollow.
"When I first met Dark Star, I was still an ordinary person. Now I’ve become Level 15."
"I brought you into Dark Star’s Dungeon, and you were only a Level 1 human back then. Now you’re at Level 12."
"Too many of those I brought into Dark Star’s Dungeon—seeds—started as ordinary people. Now, they’ve all become powerful enough to survive on their own."
"Tell me, if he takes back all his seeds in the end, just how strong will he be?"
Liu Mang was stunned, but quickly caught on. "Then isn’t now the perfect moment! This is the best chance we’ll ever have to destroy him."
"If you absorbed all our strength, wouldn’t you have enough power to truly oppose Dark Star?"
"There’s no way he’d dare to forcefully take you in. All these years, I could sense it—he’s been controlling, limiting our level, not blindly nurturing seeds like he did before."
Leng Feng casually pulled up a chair and sat down.
Of course he understood what his deputy was getting at.
Dark Star destroyed himself. This Dungeon of his was born because of him.
This power, capable of absorbing the life force of beings within the Dungeon, had become an obsession born of him.
"I can’t do it." He looked out the window. He could feel everyone’s hatred—the never-ending pain he brought to them.
But he still couldn’t do it.