Free Web NovelChapter 283: Chapter 283: Feng Yanshen and The Cage
Feng Yanshen did not land on a rocky wasteland, nor did he fall into a pit of slime.
When the space dimensions shattered, he felt a strange, greasy sensation against his skin...the feeling of being slid into a specialized container.
He found himself standing in a beautiful, shimmering meadow. The sky was a perfect, crystalline blue, and the air smelled of blooming jasmine. It looked like a paradise.
To any other beastman, even an SSS-rank Orc, this would have looked like a lucky landing.
But Feng Yanshen was not a mere SSS-rank warrior. He had long ago shattered the shackles of the Federation’s ranking system. He was a man who had touched the X-level, a realm of power that existed only in myths.
He walked forward. One hundred steps. One thousand steps. Ten thousand steps.
Suddenly, he stopped. His eyes, usually as deep and calm as an abyss, narrowed until they were sharp enough to draw blood. He looked down at the grass beneath his boots. There was a tiny, crushed purple flower.
He had passed this exact flower four times already.
"An illusory array," he whispered, his voice like the sliding of a blade against stone. "And not a natural one. This is high-tech spatial engineering mixed with ancient formation logic."
Feng Yanshen did not panic. Panic was for the weak. Instead, his expression became frighteningly cold.
With a wave of his hand, a massive, black-gold throne carved from obsidian appeared behind him. He sat down, crossing one long leg over the other, and rested his chin on his hand. His other hand tapped rhythmically against the armrest.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sound echoed in the empty paradise, sounding like the ticking of a doomsday clock.
"The Zerg invasion. The portal is triggering. The spatial distortion that threw the others to the corners of the galaxy," he mused, his eyes turning a dark, glowing crimson. "It wasn’t an accident. It was someone’s calculated plan." freeweɓnøvel.com
Whoever had planned this knew exactly who the biggest threats were. They had sent the others to dangerous, chaotic zones to keep them busy.
But for him, they had prepared a cage. Wonderful, just don’t let him ever find him, or he would regret being born.
They knew they couldn’t kill him, so they tried to erase his sense of direction, trapping him in a loop of infinite space.
"They think a digital maze can hold me," he muttered, a mocking, cruel smile touching his lips.
But then, his smile vanished. His heart tightened with a sudden, sharp pain.
Yue Yue.
The thought of her name was like a knife to his soul. Before the space tore apart, he had seen her face—the terror in her eyes, the way she reached out for him. And before he could grab her, before he could tuck her safely under his arm, she was gone.
Feng Yanshen’s hand gripped the obsidian armrest so hard that the stone began to crack and turn to dust.
His "Villain Mode" was not like Xing Luoye’s rage or Cang Yuze’s darkness. His was a cold, absolute madness. If he let go, he wouldn’t just kill the people around him; he would dismantle the very land of the planet he was on.
"Control," he whispered to himself, his chest heaving. "Control it, Yanshen. If you lose your mind now, if you become a degenerate beast, who will protect her? Who will wipe her tears?"
He closed his eyes, forcing the crimson glow in his pupils to recede. He focused on the image of Yue Yue’s smiling face and how two adorable dimples always adorn her, the way she smelled like sweet grass and sunlight. She was his anchor. She was the only thing keeping him from becoming the monster the universe feared.
He took a deep breath and placed his hand over his heart.
Suddenly, a faint, golden glow pulsed beneath his palm. A look of profound relief and religious devotion washed over his face.
"Thank the Beast Goddess," he breathed. "Thank the First Queen."
In the days before the disaster, he had done something the others hadn’t realized. He had performed a soul-binding ritual with Yue Yue.
Now they are inseparable mates. It didn’t matter if they were separated by millions of light-years or if she was hidden in the deepest S-level polluted zone.
As long as his heart beat, he could feel her.
He closed his eyes, filtering out the fake birdsong and the artificial wind of the array. He reached out with his soul, casting his consciousness across the cold, dark void of the interstellar world.
There.
Far to the West. Faint, but shimmering like a tiny star in a sea of ink.
"I found you," he whispered.
The realization that his wife was alive and that he could find her transformed his energy. The cold, stagnant air around the throne began to vibrate.
He stood up from his obsidian throne. The beautiful meadow around him began to flicker. The blue sky cracked like a broken television screen, revealing the dark, cold vacuum of space behind the illusion.
"You spent billions of credits to build this cage," Feng Yanshen said to the empty air, knowing that whoever was monitoring him was watching in terror.
He raised his hand, his fingers curling into a claw.
"But you didn’t calculate one thing. You didn’t calculate what I would do to get back to my wife."
BOOM!
A pillar of absolute, white-hot energy erupted from his body. The X-level power, a force that surpassed the limits of the physical world, tore through the high-tech array.
The shimmering grass turned to ash, the crystalline sky shattered into a million digital shards, and the high-tech satellites maintaining the illusion thousands of miles away exploded simultaneously.
Feng Yanshen stood in the wreckage of the array, his long white coat fluttering in the solar winds. He didn’t look at the destruction he had caused. He only looked toward the West.
"Yue Yue," he said, his voice echoing through the vacuum of space, "don’t be afraid. I am coming. And anyone who stands between us... will find out why the world calls me a villain."
With a single step, he vanished into a ripple of distorted space, moving toward the tiny, golden spark that was his entire world.
