Chapter 104: “Feeding”

Chapter 104: “Feeding”

At that moment, the shadows seemed to gain substance. Cold and damp, they bound Klein inside them all at once, turning him into a mosquito trapped in amber.

Klein’s figure was then flattened and squeezed smaller, degenerating into a soft sheet of paper that rapidly rotted into mud.

Paper Figurine Substitute!

Having sensed the danger ahead of time, he had used Paper Figurine Substitute in time!

His figure in black clerical robes appeared at the other end of the dining table, his mouth opening as he was about to produce a bang.

At that moment, Klein’s mind suddenly went hazy, and he felt that everything around him had become blurred and indistinct.

He instantly understood that he had been forcefully pulled into a dream!

And through this, he confirmed one point: his ability to remain lucid and rational inside abnormal dreams had already solidified into one of his own traits. He no longer needed to rely on the gray fog!

After a brief struggle, Klein immediately woke. He saw the shadows inside the room surging toward him like a tide.

Bang!

He opened his mouth and created an air bullet with extremely strong penetrative force and destructive power.

The bullet struck that patch of shadow, directly blasting out a large blank area.

The shadows around the blank spot were like flowing water. They immediately poured backward and filled it, restoring everything to its original state. Klein seized this chance to roll to the side while causing the glove on his left palm to turn pale and take on an eerie green hue.

With a slap, the place where he had originally been was hit by a lump of flesh and blood that had flown out of the shadow, covering it with a dark-red carpet grown with strange mold.

Vaguely, Klein felt as if he had been weakened. He had no time to think deeply and immediately made a layer of ice, wreathed in cold air, spread outward from beneath his feet.

White frost gathered over it and rapidly froze the shadow. Beneath the translucent crystals, blackness twisted and squirmed like oil possessing its own life.

Living Corpse’s Ice Freeze!

Klein rolled again, changing position. At the same time, his glove protruded with one black particle after another, deep and dark.

Immediately afterward, he straightened, faced the shadow beneath the ice layer, and spat out a Demonic word filled with filthy meaning:

“Slow!”

All at once, Klein saw the flowing, squirming speed of the shadow slow down, appearing extremely clumsy. However, his own thoughts also became sluggish, causing him to fail to follow up with another attack in time.

His Filthy Word had been Distorted. It had clearly targeted that patch of shadow, yet had been Distorted to affect the entire living room, thereby influencing himself.

In the span of a single breath, Klein broke free from the slowed state. Without thinking, he lunged to the dining table, picked up a plate holding half a steak, and fiercely threw it toward the shadow.

During this process, although the glove on his left palm still remained deep black, it had gained an evil and noble sensation.

Bribe!

He was using the steak to “bribe” his enemy, weakening the target’s attack, defense, and control abilities!

Just then, the shadow suddenly withdrew to the corner, letting the plate smash into the ice layer that was beginning to melt, shattering into many pieces.

Then the shadow surged upward, evolving into a pitch-black figure wearing a hooded robe.

In the figure’s hand, there was already a transparent, blurry book, accompanied by a distant, ethereal chant:

“I came, I saw, I recorded.”

No sooner had the chant sounded than the book flipped rapidly, creating a blazing white flame spear in front of him.

Mr. A? Has he gone completely mad? In an environment like this, he actually dares to use flame-type Beyonder abilities?

Klein’s heart tightened. His thoughts raced. He hurriedly strode toward the other party while dragging his left hand behind him.

Creeping Hunger…