Chapter 1448 - 90: Guer (Part 1)

"Mm."

Wen Yu gave a simple response, ignored the deferential Ray, and walked over to the sleeping Marcus. He first sensed Marcus’s breathing state, then lifted Marcus’s eyelids.

In that moment, Wen Yu and Marcus met each other’s gaze, and as Dream Shaping activated, Marcus instantly fell into the deepest slumber.

After Wen Yu finished all this, he finally turned his head and looked at Ray.

"Give me the thing."

Wen Yu said this, and Ray immediately opened the space ring, rummaged inside for a moment, then took out Wen Yu’s Soul Strength Enhancer.

Although he found it a bit strange that Wen Yu wanted him to bring over the Soul Strength Enhancer, at this moment Ray wisely didn’t ask more.

The deeper one came into contact with Wen Yu, the more one could feel that abyss-like power in him, as well as some secrets buried extremely deep.

Wen Yu accepted the Soul Strength Enhancer and put it on his head. As his Soul Strength frantically soared, in just a moment, once Wen Yu’s Soul Strength reached its peak, the Soul Power belonging to Wen Yu instantly seeped into Marcus’s brain, leaving no gap.

Everything was no different from what Wen Yu had done to Ray back then...

And the result...

Was likewise no different.

Standing before Marcus’s Soul’s Core, Wen Yu couldn’t help but sigh helplessly.

Inside Marcus’s Soul’s Core, the "anchor" belonging to the Demon Realm had likewise vanished, replaced instead by an "anchor" belonging to Earth.

But a result was only a result; to reverse-deduce the process from the result was a troublesome and massive project.

Taking off the Soul Strength Enhancer, Wen Yu ordered Ray to bring the Soul Strength Enhancer back to Yanjing, then looked at Marcus twice more, and proceeded to inform No.1 sitting in Yanjing and No.6 in the Demon Palace of these findings.

Marcus was not the breakthrough point; the breakthrough still lay with No.6, who was close to the Demon Lord, and No.1, who had the powerful scientific research strength of Yanjing at his back.

...

Demon Palace.

The second batch of Soul Puppet powerful experts was successfully handed over. This time, Wen Yu made another request to Philip, wanting to personally meet the Demon Lord.

But unlike last time, this time Philip refused Wen Yu’s proposal without even thinking, and merely gave Wen Yu three black medicinal pills.

Wen Yu had no clue why the Demon Lord didn’t want to see him, but this might be a type of self-protection—very likely, the Demon Lord’s strength had already fallen to the extent of fearing Wen Yu.

Of course, speculation was only speculation; as for what the truth of the matter really was, Wen Yu also had no way of knowing. What could be easily imagined, however, was that using force definitely wouldn’t work.

Helpless, Wen Yu Number 6 could only ask Philip to help him with another matter.

"Take these three medicinal pills to the Surface Demon Realm, and place them at these coordinates: XXX, XXX, XXX."

Wen Yu Number 6 was far away in the Demon Palace; if he wanted to send something back to Earth, he would inevitably run into all kinds of troubles. Fortunately, Philip agreed to Wen Yu’s small request without any hesitation.

With Legas making the move, and via the Demon Palace Security Bureau’s secret channels, the three medicinal pills were brought to the Surface Demon Realm, and then Yu made a trip, smoothly transferring the three medicinal pills to Wen Yu No.1.

Although the whole process was complicated, it didn’t take much time. After a few transfers, by noon the next day, the medicinal pills had already been delivered to Wei Tian.

"These are the original medicinal potions. Help me take a look at what’s actually different between this stuff and the replicas we made."

Wei Tian nodded and agreed.

...

Wen Yu No.1 far away in Yanjing was completely absorbed in cracking the mysterious medicinal pills, and even Wen Yu Number 6 was immersed in studying the Soul Abiogenetic Creation Skill.

The busyness of these two formed a sharp contrast to Number Three.

After exploring Marcus’s Soul’s Core, Wen Yu Number Three immediately fell into a bored and lecherously idle state—wandering around the camp every day, experiencing the myriad aspects of life among the Ordinary Demon Race.

But to be honest—these Demon Civilians weren’t much different from normal Humans.

Eating, drinking, shitting, pissing: the eternal unchanging theme. At most, they ate a little more and looked a bit uglier. In the same way, each had complex psychological activity just like normal Humans; each had their own demands and desires, and some people’s desires were converted into bare, naked action.

Yet Wen Yu never expected that this "bare, naked action" would actually come knocking on his own head.

And the one who came wasn’t anyone else, but the youngest Demon Bastard he had encountered...

Guer.

...

"Number 3 Uncle, Number 3 Uncle, are you there?"

A clear child’s voice rang out. Wen Yu instantly dispersed the Creation Energy he’d already gathered in his hands, then looked toward the tent entrance.

He saw a small head sneakily poke in: tender scales, pitch-black eyes, and a somewhat cute set of six short limbs.

Guer’s appearance was quite adorable, but one fact couldn’t be ignored—this little Ancient Demon less than a year old was a Peak Level 3 existence of "Strong Power."

Back at the beginning of the apocalypse, he would have been a peak Wen Yu could only look up to, far beyond his reach.

"What, is it time for dinner?"

Wen Yu looked at Guer with a smile, his tone full of closeness.

In just a few days, Guer had been running to his tent from time to time to "visit," and with people generally having weak wariness toward "youth"... no, toward toddlers, the current Guer had already deeply won Wen Yu’s pity and "trust"...

"Mm, this is Number 3 Uncle’s material supply for tonight. I brought it to you."

Guer said obediently, then hefted a bundle bigger than himself in front of Wen Yu.

Wen Yu opened the bundle, and a huge pile of instant food came into view.

"Let’s eat together, eat together."

Wen Yu smiled and beckoned to Guer, who didn’t stand on ceremony, sitting down on the ground and wolfing the food down together with Wen Yu.

During this, the two chatted idly about some trivial matters, mostly who had killed themselves again today, who had gotten into a fight with whom today. In short, in this underground warehouse that was called a shelter but was in truth a concentration camp, inside and out there were only these things to talk about.

Only when the dinner Guer brought had been completely swept clean by the two of them did Wen Yu pat his belly and flop onto the ground. Guer then scooted closer to Wen Yu and, seemingly casually, asked.

"Uncle, how long do you think we’ll stay here?"

"No idea."

Wen Yu couldn’t be bothered to entertain this question—this was just Marcus having a brain spasm. If he hadn’t, a little Third-level Demon Fiend like Guer would probably have died without a corpse out there long ago.

Hearing Wen Yu’s perfunctory reply, Guer’s little face instantly scrunched up like a bitter melon. He stole a glance at Wen Yu, hesitated, and still opened his mouth to ask.

"Um, Uncle, do you really want to live like this for your whole life?"

"Pff!"

Deep inside, Wen Yu seemed to choke on a huge mouthful of seawater, coughing violently, his face flushed red. But in reality, Wen Yu suddenly sat up, stared straight at Guer, and gave a solemn reply!

"Absolutely not!"