The Only Player in ‘Child of Stardust’
Chapter 170 - 124: Slave Girl Silvie, Initiate

Chapter 170: Chapter 124: Slave Girl Silvie, Initiate

"You damn woman, it’s easy to talk when you’re not in pain. Come over and try if you have the guts!"

The muscle-bound man with silver skin cursed internally, his arm already covered in wounds, blood and flesh muddled.

He roared furiously, gathering his strength, with silver light flowing across his body, as if he was coated in a layer of silver, displaying a gleaming metallic sheen.

With a boom, the ground sank, his legs plunged into the earth, and his muscles contracted and expanded in an instant, his right arm delivering a forceful punch.

At the same time, Tang Qingsha, who had entered a bloodthirsty berserk status, swung her broadsword, a dazzling crimson sword light slashing toward Zhou Yuan, with her evil qi locking down most of his escape routes.

The gaunt, thin man stomped fiercely, opening his mouth to produce a bizarre sound, and booming thunder resounded at Zhou Yuan’s ears, shattering most of his Mental Barrier.

Fortunately, the Mental Barrier absorbed some of it. Had he taken it directly with his mind, he would have been momentarily dazed.

Zhou Yuan’s gaze remained calm, neither dodging nor evading; his left hand clenched into a fist, focusing all his strength into a point, and pushed forward.

Bang!

The terrifying force exploded at the collision point, whipping up a hurricane, and the muscle-bound man with silver skin was knocked back as if hit by a speeding train, flying out swiftly, his arm breaking and tendons snapping, bending backward.

At the same time, Zhou Yuan raised his right hand, and struck toward the incoming sword light with Condensed Qi Fist.

Bang!

The air felt like it had been punched, letting out a muffled sound, and the gigantic Gang Qi fist swept up pale air rings, smashing through the crimson sword light, colliding with the broadsword blade burning with scarlet malevolent qi.

The blade hummed, and Tang Qingsha was swiftly forced back, her body instinctively sinking to stabilize, carving two long grooves into the ground.

After retreating five or six meters, Tang Qingsha finally stopped, her pupils suddenly trembling, wondering, why was Zhou Yuan’s Gang Qi so vast?!

In an instant, Zhou Yuan was left with only the gaunt, thin man beside him.

The gaunt, thin man sensed the danger and immediately retreated rapidly, but no matter how he maneuvered, Zhou Yuan kept up, sticking to him like a leech, continuously launching deadly strikes.

In the distance, an ugly poison-wielder suddenly opened a porcelain jar in his hand. This jar was an extraordinary item with a large internal space. With a burst of eerie green toxic smoke, numerous poisonous insects and flies swarmed out, attacking Zhou Yuan under his command.

However, once they got within a certain range of Zhou Yuan, the poisonous insects and flies instantly froze, trembling as if encountering a natural enemy, and then began to flee, retreating like a tide, scrambling back into the porcelain jar.

The poison-wielder was stunned, his gaze immediately turning fervent.

If he could use the blood of this guy to feed the poisonous insects...

But before the thought fully formed, he was horrified to find that Zhou Yuan and the gaunt, thin man were closing in on him...

The poison-wielder screamed in terror, "Don’t come near!"

He turned and started running.

But his speed was not fast, not even matching top athletes among ordinary people, making him look like a turtle crawling in front of martial artists. Moments later, he was caught in the crossfire and died amid the furious blows.

Crack!

The porcelain jar the poison-wielder was holding fell and shattered, and countless poisonous insects gushed out like a fountain, resembling a deluge of toxic rain.

Zhou Yuan immediately shielded himself with Gang Qi, and any poisonous insect that touched the Gang Qi was instantly turned into a mist of blood.

The gaunt, thin man wasn’t so lucky. His amount of Gang Qi was insufficient to form a full-body shield, and in the blink of an eye, he was covered head to toe in poisonous insects.

These insects carried venom, causing intense pain and sores wherever they crawled on the skin.

The gaunt, thin man, covered in poisonous insects on every inch of his skin, began to scream in excruciating pain, and as he opened his mouth, many insects crawled in.

"...Gah... Gah..."

The gaunt, thin man made choking noises, convulsing violently. After struggling a few times, he fell weakly into the pile of poisonous insects.

"Ah... This feels so good!"

A sudden, inappropriately euphoric shout came from afar, as a bizarre man piercing with long spikes all over his body, dressed in black leather, rolled his eyes and trembled uncontrollably.

A woman stood next to him, similarly clad in black leather with large exposed areas of skin, filled with spikes and hooks, constantly bleeding, sharing the same ecstatic reaction as the strange man.

These two, appearing like Hell’s messengers from "Hellraiser," were cultists from the *Miracle of Pain*.

This group of lunatics worshipped physical pain and sought pleasure within it. Empowered by a special force, the more they were hurt, the more exhilarated they became, and the stronger they fought.

Clearly, these two had used some special method to share senses with the gaunt, thin man, experiencing the agony he endured before dying, turning what would be a gruesome death for an extraordinary person into a powerful feast of pleasure for them.

They were so overwhelmed by euphoria that they forgot themselves.

Zhou Yuan knew how troublesome *Miracle of Pain* cultists were, so while these two were in a state of extreme distraction, he slashed with Shadow Cut.

Sliced in half!

The wound’s edges seethed with dark matter, devouring furiously, amplifying the pain into even more euphoria for the two.

*Miracle of Pain* cultists were extremely hard to kill due to their horrifying regenerative abilities. Slicing them in half wasn’t enough; even if their bodies were cut into pieces, given time, they could recover.

But the consuming effect of Shadow Cut was a lethal weapon against desire-driven extraordinary persons like them. It caused the *Miracle of Pain* cultists to quickly lose the will to live, wanting only to drown in the ultimate pleasure until the end of time.