Chapter 40 – Toying

Volume 1: Apocalypse Beginning

Seeing that he was about to be teleported out of the Promotion Space, Wen Yu simply stopped thinking.

He took out the Level 2 Mutant Rat King's Magic Crystal he had kept in his Spatial Ring and quickly began to absorb it.

In less than ten seconds, Wen Yu had absorbed the entire Magic Crystal. He quietly estimated his own physical attributes.

"Phew, it increased by about 0.5 points. Too slow. At this rate, I'd need 80 Level 2 Magic Crystals. One Level 2 Attribute-less Magic Crystal costs 500 Points. Just to raise my physical attributes to the peak of Level 2, I'd need 40,000 Points. That number is just too high."

Looking at the astronomical figure he had calculated, Wen Yu shook his head helplessly.

In fact, relying solely on exchanging Magic Crystals through the Exchange Pillar was completely insufficient to meet the needs of Class Holders.

It wasn't until after the Demon Disaster broke out that Class Holders' Promotion speed increased dramatically. Mutant creatures would also evolve rapidly during the Demon Disaster.

This was survival of the fittest. As long as you survived the Demon Disaster, you would experience a period of rapid evolution.

Of course, the weak and cannon fodder were exceptions.

Feeling the repulsive force of the Promotion Space growing stronger, Wen Yu re-entered Combat State, calmly awaiting the crisis that would follow after leaving the Treasure Land. Before a few seconds had passed, a white light enveloped Wen Yu and directly teleported him out of the Promotion Space.

A wave of intense dizziness hit him. Wen Yu did not move before the dizziness faded. If he lost his sense of direction and crashed into Simba, that would be an utterly pointless death.

When his vision cleared, Wen Yu dared not move at all.

Simba and One-Eye were standing not far in front of him. Seeing Wen Yu appear out of thin air, Simba, who had been lying not far in front of One-Eye, slowly stood up. Wen Yu felt the oppressive aura from Simba grow stronger and stronger. This power even stripped Wen Yu of the courage to make a move.

Those huge eyes stared fixedly at Wen Yu, filled with mockery, coldness, and brutality, making Wen Yu's whole body go cold.

Simba had been waiting for Wen Yu. In these few minutes, Simba hadn't even attacked One-Eye, just kept staring at him to prevent his escape. All of this was to wait for Wen Yu's appearance.

Simba's hatred for Wen Yu was far stronger than for One-Eye. This human dared to make him fail, dared to "toy" with him. So, with his not-insignificant intelligence, Simba came up with a plan.

A plan to make Wen Yu die in fear, resentment, helplessness, and misery.

In front of Simba, Wen Yu couldn't even move his feet. Those giant eyes clearly conveyed a message to Wen Yu: if you try to run, I'll kill you.

With Wen Yu's current strength, there was no way he could escape from Simba.

Seeing Wen Yu standing motionless, Simba nodded in satisfaction and slowly walked toward-One-Eye.

Then, he slapped One-Eye.

It was almost like a lover's caress. Even Wen Yu, watching from the side, could feel that Simba hadn't used his full strength.

So One-Eye didn't die.

But Simba's caress was not without power. The massive force struck One-Eye's body, making him let out a miserable scream as he flew ten meters away. The spot where Simba hit him was torn and bloody.

The injury wasn't serious. Simba didn't want One-Eye to die quickly. This was the method Simba had devised.

Kill the chicken to warn the monkey, then kill the monkey.

Seeing One-Eye stand up straight, Simba leisurely walked toward him, not at all worried that Wen Yu would try to escape. The situation was completely under Simba's control.

Simba's strength eliminated all unexpected situations.

One-Eye watched as Simba drew closer, the only remaining eye revealing despair and fear, which was soon replaced by a strong will to survive.

One-Eye tensed his body and leapt backward, even though he knew escape was impossible-he still had to try.

Seeing One-Eye attempt to flee, Simba opened his massive jaws and let out a fierce roar. The tremendous sound waves kicked up a cloud of dust, obscuring Wen Yu's view.

When the dust in front finally settled, Simba and One-Eye had switched places. The difference was, Simba was standing, while One-Eye was lying down.

One-Eye simply couldn't escape.

Simba once again strolled leisurely toward One-Eye, and Wen Yu sensed Simba's intentions. It had to be said, Simba had succeeded. Watching One-Eye repeatedly try to dash outside, only to be intercepted and slapped back by Simba again and again, Wen Yu couldn't help but feel a deep, mournful sympathy.

"When Simba gets bored of playing, it'll be my turn." Wen Yu knew he wouldn't fare any better than One-Eye-the fate One-Eye was suffering now was a true reflection of what awaited Wen Yu.

Despair deepened in One-Eye's expression. The wounds on his body weren't severe; Simba was deliberately controlling his strength to prevent One-Eye from dying of excessive injuries-otherwise, it wouldn't be any fun!

After countless attempts to escape and being slapped back, One-Eye understood: he simply couldn't get away. This struggle was nothing but wasted effort.

Simba drew closer and closer. This time, One-Eye didn't leap backward. He stood trembling in place, his ugly head bowed low, tail tucked between his hind legs, and let out soft whimpering sounds.

This was a sign of submission. To survive, One-Eye was begging Simba for mercy, offering his freedom and the remainder of his life as the price.

Simba tilted his head, watching One-Eye whimper before him, his huge eyes studying One-Eye with interest, as if considering whether this creature was qualified to be his underling.

Sensing that Simba wasn't continuing to torment him, hope flickered in One-Eye's heart. He pressed his ugly head forward, gently rubbing Simba's forepaw, humble yet earnest.

This was a living being, struggling to survive.

Simba looked down at the flattery of the big dog before him, the corners of his mouth stretching wider and wider. The curiosity and amusement in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deepening murderous intent.

You, in my eyes, are nothing but a chicken-a chicken to warn the monkeys. What right do you have to be my underling? If I let you go, what about the monkeys?

Simba didn't need underlings.

So, One-Eye was slapped away by Simba once again, and with him, his last hope was also sent flying.

Only this time, Simba's strength was especially fierce. The last patches of healthy skin on One-Eye's body were completely shredded, and blood streamed down his limbs.

One-Eye staggered to his feet, repeating the same actions-head down, tail tucked, his limbs trembling under the weight of his body. But this time, he was filled with sorrow and helplessness.

Simba walked over once more, with the same steps, the same relaxed ease.