Master of Kaidan
Chapter 251: Your Illusion Seems Quite Ill

Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Your Illusion Seems Quite Ill

A handful of fine salt merged with the freshly humanoid flesh mud, immediately emitting a piercing scream. The body, which had barely recovered from being mashed meat to a human form, suddenly burst into a puddle of blood that splattered on the ground. Feng Xue looked at the blood water distantly and grinned,

"What’s the use of being an undying vampire?"

"Spreading salt in the air might just do the trick."

As soon as the words were spoken, another packet of salt landed in his hand. Without another word, Feng Xue tore open the packet and sprinkled it over the blood water using his No-thought Divine Power.

"Fuck, are you a dog or what?"

The blood water bounced up with a snap, turning into a shadow and rapidly retreating. Although it didn’t turn into dried radish like last year, a few missing accessories from her body suggested a power similar to that of a Substitute Grassman.

"That’s right, knowing your weakness and not guarding against it, that’s just plain stupid."

Feng Xue’s lips slightly curled, and he clenched his fist and walked forward. Seeing this, the busty vampire hastily bit her lip and pulled out a square item filled with a plastic feel from her bosom...

"Fuck, are you a Masked Rider too?"

Feng Xue was shocked for a moment, but upon closer inspection, it seemed that the object was not a transformation device, but a... um, radio?

"What’s this illusionary item?"

Feng Xue immediately activated the identification panel, barely catching a glimpse of the words "Voice-over" before the radio suddenly turned into a white light.

"Cruce realized that if things continued this way, he might be exhausted to death. He finally made up his mind and activated his strongest illusionary item."

A voice suddenly rang out over the barren wasteland under the red moon. Thinking of the words "Voice-over," he knew that this was probably the effect of the illusionary device activated by the busty Cruce.

But what use is adding a voice-over?

"Mr. Assassin listened to this sudden voice, feeling somewhat odd, but he didn’t think a mere voice-over could stop him from defeating the charming vampire in front of him."

"However, out of caution, he decided to end the fight quickly and threw the strongest punch right at Cruce’s face—that perfectly matched his XP system!"

"Fuck, what the hell are you thinking about?"

Cruce, who had hoped to turn the tables with the illusionary item, was immediately shocked, and Feng Xue’s fist, originally poised to strike, awkwardly stopped.

"This illusionary item of yours..."

"Oh, Mr. Assassin, feeling embarrassed and annoyed at having his thoughts exposed, decided to find a less avoidable angle to strike—yes, Cruce’s buttocks, which looked perfect to him, would be an excellent target..."

"Shit!" Cruce abruptly moved to the side, just in time to see the Short Blade in armored Feng Xue’s hands sweep past where she had been standing.

In reality, the interval between Feng Xue’s two attacks was less than half a second, but during that half second, the voice-over had already clearly transmitted a long passage to the ears of both present.

The speech wasn’t too fast or slow, even filled with emotion, leaving Feng Xue momentarily wondering whether it was the flow of time that had changed or if his actions were forcibly paused.

"With the help of the great narrator, Cruce dodged the Assassin’s attack, but the next strike was already prepared, and yes, it targeted the Assassin’s beloved smooth belly!"

"Get away from me, you freak!" Cruce’s abdomen suddenly expelled a multitude of bats, and the sudden void allowed Feng Xue’s powerful punch to pass right through.

The flesh around her tightened abruptly, trapping Feng Xue’s right hand firmly; meanwhile her ragged bodysuit burst forth countless bloody strands, binding Feng Xue tightly to her.

The bats that flew out from his abdomen transformed into a new Cruce about ten meters away, whereas the body in front of them sprouted numerous cold and shining white bones, akin to an iron maiden, baring sharp fanged teeth.

"At last, Cruce had the match point, but he didn’t understand that the man in front of him, whom he saw as a zither enthusiast, was a monster capable of unleashing terrifying power even within mere inches!"

"Bang!" Strength originated from the roots, force from her legs. Feng Xue exerted her waist power in a distance with barely any room to maneuver and burst forth a surge of close-range force.

The fleshy torture instrument in front of her instantly exploded, and that annoying narration sounded once more—

"Oh, heavens, Cruce’s Flesh Magic was so vulnerable at that moment—far from achieving Imprisonment, it instead enraged Mr. Assassin."

"Mr. Assassin seems very annoyed by the narrator’s voice. He’s decided to end this battle swiftly; he wants to tear through Cruce’s armor and fiercely stab the ’Indescribable Stick’ right into his chest..."

"Go fuck yourself!" Just as Feng Xue was raising the ’Indescribable Stick,’ she was annoyed by such a name, but Cruce clearly felt more provoked, looking panicked like a frightened animal, and under the Feminization Filter, even somewhat delicate and adorable.

"Oh, heavens, Cruce would never expect, at this moment, in Mr. Assassin’s eyes, how delicate and adorable he appears—he can hardly wait to..."

"Enough! I’ve had enough!"

The irritating narration abruptly ceased. Cruce pulled out that radio from thin air, his face red with embarrassment as he glared at Feng Xue,

"I’m not bothering with a dead fag like you! I don’t want this house! Fuck!"

Under the glow of the crimson moon, the graveyard and church silently vanished, and Feng Xue returned to the front of the mansion, dumbfounded. A sultry vampire with a heaving chest glanced at Feng Xue disdainfully like she was trash, then turned and busied herself with a panel.

In just seconds, the two-story mansion began to shrink and diminish until it transformed into a hand-carried suitcase, which Cruce then picked up.

"What are you looking at? You’ll be packing up just the same!" Cruce glared at Feng Xue, then stormed off towards a nearby villa fiercely.

"I really am not a pervert..." Feng Xue sighed, gazing at the now empty plot of land, wondering when his house would appear, when the voice of Infinite City suddenly rang out—

"Congratulations, you’ve obtained residence rights to the Sixth Layer of the Tower of Babylon. All facilities of the Sixth Layer are now accessible to you; you’ll have a total living space of 2000 square meters. Within the authorized limits, you may do any harmless decoration and remodeling, and design a house occupying no more than 200 square meters, with a maximum height of 12 meters and a basement depth not exceeding five meters. Please note, the free house design is a benefit for new residents; if you plan to modify it after the finalization, a decoration fee ranging from 100,000 to 20 million Tower Coins will be required. Please design carefully."

As the voice faded, a virtual sand table appeared in front of Feng Xue, somewhat resembling a construction game. Besides providing hundreds of templates, it offered detailed DIY design; if desired, one could even start editing from the soil composition.

If there were any issues, it would be that no living creatures were provided here.

Well, that doesn’t seem quite right, actually; there are indeed options for ornamental fish and trees on the panel, but just like those trees in the landfill areas outside, they weren’t real living beings, just landscape features with specific logic.

Still, Feng Xue was not really a fan of sand table games; rather than complex designs, he preferred to directly use those classic designs from unknown worlds, and if he didn’t get used to living in them...

He could always change them later!

After all, Feng Xue didn’t think anyone who had secured residence rights would worry over a few million Tower Coins.