Master of Kaidan
Chapter 443: How to Fight Death God 13 Without a Substitute

Chapter 443: Chapter 443: How to Fight Death God 13 Without a Substitute

He brewed a cup of tea full of hope with a Pseudo Artifact kettle, and while savoring the faint honeyed aroma, Feng Xue pondered the peculiarities of this world.

Everything about this world looked identical to the Real World so far, the only difference being the way the "Identity" of Pseudo Artifacts disappeared—they didn’t vanish out of thin air but ascended to the sky like pillars of smoke.

Of course, this didn’t prove anything since he had experienced only a few worlds; it could easily be a discrepancy caused by different "Identity" settings in different worlds.

Besides, Kaidan stories could be wildly varied, taking shape as long as people believed in them. Although most involved living creatures, there were also ones like Infinite City and game companies.

In fact, inanimate Kaidan stories could be even more terrifying than their living counterparts due to their intrinsic "absolute" nature, akin to "living Pseudo Artifacts."

In other words, it wasn’t impossible for Kaidan stories about places like zoos, lunar faces, or abandoned apartments to exist. No, they could be just as likely to appear as living Kaidan stories; he had encountered them less only due to the illusion caused by Infinite City’s mechanisms.

But if there existed within this world a vast Kaidan story and he had already entered its realm of influence...

Feng Xue suppressed the inexplicable sense of powerlessness rising in his heart; he was sure this thing had begun to affect his spirit.

After all, as someone who considered his True Self as his Martial Arts Realm and used the innate Kaidan story of the Martial God as kindling, his mindset wouldn’t weaken simply because he was targeted by a Kaidan or had a dream.

To crack a joke, the last time he felt this way was when he had just arrived in Infinite City with only four days left to live.

"An ability that holds a spirit-polluting effect... I wonder if it’s because of my Kaidan status, or if it’s an indiscriminate blanket assault."

Holding the kettle, Feng Xue’s mood improved slightly. However, understanding that such baseless hope might be akin to quenching thirst with poison, he forced it down and pulled out from his bag the powerful entity he had sealed away since its creation—

[The ghost hand that could do anything except kill a streamer]

As a comical Pseudo Artifact, its power was indisputable, and its very nature ensured it couldn’t kill him. But the problem was that it was too uncontrollable, causing various troubles in Feng Xue’s life with prolonged use.

Not to mention, it only couldn’t kill the "streamer," not that it couldn’t kill anyone at all.

But now, Feng Xue felt it was time to wield this Big Killer.

As the pale ghost hand crawled over his shoulder and vanished from sight, Feng Xue immediately felt a sense of security, but then, he proceeded to recklessly say:

"I want to eat an entire Manchu Han Imperial Feast. Set the table for me!"

"..."

To Feng Xue’s surprise, although he had given the order, and asking for Food certainly seemed like it would help kill him, the ghost hand did not move an inch.

Naturally, he didn’t think it was because the ghost hand didn’t know how to cook or lacked materials—the setup of a Pseudo Artifact reigned supreme. The only possible reason for its inaction was that it believed this method simply couldn’t kill him.

"Interesting, the ghost hand actually believes it can’t kill me..."

Feng Xue pushed open the door of his hotel room and walked onto the bustling street, yet still, he found no clear problem.

"Where exactly is the Kaidan?"

Feng Xue plucked a strand of hair from his head and immediately cut off the supply of "Identity," watching the hair slowly disintegrate, vaporize, and then drift away with the wind.

He furrowed his brow and used his Qinggong to chase that flutter of information, but it was like a mosquito on a summer night, clearly in sight but disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"I didn’t catch up, or rather, it was impossible to catch up."

Although Feng Xue had this realization, he still tried several times in succession, even taking out several mechas to volatilize, to increase the amount of information flow. But no matter how massive the information flow was at its inception, it would vanish suddenly during the chase. From this perspective, it was only one more step than the vaporization of Pseudo Artifacts in the Real World.

Everything seemed to have come full circle, but Feng Xue seemed to have a new idea, or rather, it was at this moment that he suddenly became aware of the crux of the problem—

That forgotten dream.

If reality itself had no issues, then the problem naturally pointed to that most abnormal dream since he arrived in this world.

Although he had completely forgotten what happened in the dream, the mere fact that it was terrifying enough to wake him proved it was not so simple.

"A dream, what kind of Kaidan could it be? Freddy? Surely not a Dream Weaver?"

Feng Xue furrowed his brow, turned around, and headed back to the hotel, and without a second thought, he collapsed onto the bed.

...

"Fuck!"

Jolting awake from the bed once again, Feng Xue felt his undershirt soaked through with sweat. Suppressing the pounding in his heart, he anxiously swept his gaze around, finding himself still in the hotel room, which gradually calmed him down. But he swiftly noticed something unusual—

The ghost hand seemed very happy.

So happy that it had begun to dance!

"What’s going on?" Watching the ghost hand dance its finger dance, Feng Xue pressed hard on his temples, trying to settle the unease in his heart.

The ghost hand’s joy obviously meant that it was about to kill Feng Xue, but not acting meant it wasn’t the right time yet, or rather, a trap had been laid, just waiting for Feng Xue to step into it.

So the question was, did this thing set some kind of trap while Feng Xue was sleeping, or did it enter the dream with him and saw the hope of killing him?

Feng Xue pondered for a moment, spread his arms wide, and said to the ghost hand:

"Hit me with a punch."

Hearing Feng Xue’s voice, the ghost hand paused its dance slightly, turned its wrist’s cut end toward Feng Xue, and then, as if in disdain, twisted a couple of times before resuming its frenzied dance.

Looking at this behavior, Feng Xue finally confirmed that all mysteries of this world lay within the realm of dreams.

"A Kaidan relating to dreams? And one that doesn’t allow memory to be brought out of it, in other words, I must find a way to ’one-life clear’ within the dream?"

Feng Xue furrowed his brow but didn’t rashly fall asleep again, as he could clearly feel that his mental state seemed a bit worse than the last time.

"In other words, each dream affects my spirit, and this effect is reflected in my mental state in the Real World. Tsk, staking everything on beating Death God Thirteen without a substitute... How am I supposed to play this game!"