Eldritch Horror Theatre

Finger Pulp.

The signature colors and shapes were precisely the effects of this newly acquired Commandment Residue.

Blood of Confusion, Order Vortex.

At first glance, it sounded a bit like Resplendent Tyrant. But having already tested it, Fu Qian understood the fundamental difference.

For example, this Order Vortex almost exclusively targeted ethics—a true Bloodline Curse.

So a moment’s thought was enough to realize it likely wouldn’t disrupt the dreamscape’s stability. If anything, its manifestation here might be even more abstract.

Then why, in the face of the overwhelming siege before him, had he switched to this method?

Simple. Precisely because it was a siege.

Ever since he first obtained this reward, Fu Qian had been imagining the sheer scale of chaos it could cause.

He had tested it briefly before, but how could that compare to the grand spectacle in front of him?It was a grand spectacle that even held immense value for academic and ethical discussion. The transcendent limbs before him originally belonged to different transcendent creatures—

Then The Club had decided the capable should possess them, stripping them from their original families both physically and spiritually—

Perhaps in some time and space, they had even merged into one big family. Yet for some unknown reason, they now appeared relatively independent—

In short, the moment these things were summoned together, Fu Qian had been itching to act.

Transcendent elements plus bloodlines—what could be more chaotic?

And under the influence of Finger Pulp, what kind of kaleidoscope would they become?

Anyone who loved stoking the flames would find it hard to pass up such an opportunity.

As for the danger of stoking those flames? That was a fact he couldn’t ignore.

Swish!

Fu Qian watched a row of curved bone spurs breach the crimson barrier, blotting out the sky as they whistled toward him.

Not to mention his mobility was theoretically restricted. Let alone one Lingxi Finger, ten Lingxi Fingers wouldn’t be enough to flick them all away—so he just wouldn’t flick them.

With a light leap, Fu Qian evaded their striking range.

Unsurprisingly, bloody light burst from his body as a consequence of ”walking on the wall.”

Not only did there seem to be a stacking Chastisement mechanism, making the wounds far more exaggerated than before, they even burst open before he landed.

Old Man Lu seemed to have defined the scope of the ”wall” quite broadly. Even growing wings and taking flight wouldn’t be enough to exploit a loophole.

But that was fine. One must never casually surrender their advantages.

He lost health no matter how he moved? As if he were afraid of losing health.

The power of this seat’s Health Bar was something a bald man like you could never understand.

So Fu Qian simply chose to run a half-marathon while undergoing death by a thousand cuts.

Ignoring the flesh and blood spraying wildly from his body, he dodged and wove with Crimson Storm, madly sweeping through this Deity’s dream.

”What exactly are you?”

Old Man Lu’s existential crisis didn’t arrive any later than usual.

Just as Fu Qian shattered a transparent, turtle-shell-like object for the third time, preventing it from coalescing again, the two spectators sitting securely in the rear looked as though their worldviews had taken a massive blow.

As Lu Ming voiced his incredulous question, the grafted beast heads actually shrank back into a defensive posture.

Mainly because, aside from that indestructible leg, more than one mouth was currently gnawing at Fu Qian’s crimson-wreathed body.

Before them was a combined assault from a triple-digit number of Demigod Realm entities, even if they lacked unified command and their intelligence seemed rather low.

But a siege driven by bestial instincts alone was impossible for a Tier 3 combatant to withstand.

And Fu Qian, embodying Crimson Storm and frantically stoking the flames, had never expected to emerge unscathed.

Every evasive step he took was calculated to minimize damage.

So much so that, between his continuous leaps and the Chastisement received for violating the Laboratory’s rules, a dazzling array of wounds already covered his body.

Considering quite a few attackers used their teeth, his shoulders and neck were already a gruesome sight.

Yet despite this, Fu Qian continued to move with ease. The ones suffering the greatest shock were the spectators.

According to Old Man Lu’s understanding, such a thing was simply impossible.

This was no longer a question of surviving his Health Bar hitting zero. No matter how you looked at it, the bar had clearly been smashed into the negatives, yet the man was still alive and kicking.

Heh. What a pity the only response he received was Professor Fu’s sneer—How Can Summer Insects Speak of Ice.

Did they understand bottomless endurance? Even when he was truly in the Demigod Realm, this level of injury wouldn’t necessarily have depleted his Health Bar.

Now, with the Mechanical King of the Abandoned Prison acting as a blood-supply device, the legendary feat of returning to full health with a couple of breaths was a piece of cake.

”Since you asked so sincerely.”

Considering the man was a senior, Fu Qian didn’t actually maintain the silent treatment. Amidst the blood spraying from his mouth, he let out a low chuckle.

”Then I’ll mercifully let you witness something new.” Shattering a Demigod’s power with another stomp, continuous mists of blood exploded from his body.

The ferocious entities gnawing at him were instantly crushed to dust.

”The higher realm of limb grafting.”

They were crushed by the terrifying changes erupting from his wounds.

Amidst the dripping gore, tentacles transcending biological limits surged out.

They were tentacles, yes, but entirely different from his previous eruptions of tendrils.

These had a metallic texture, cold, hard lines, and a sharp edge nearly impossible for flesh-and-blood creations to possess—

Their power was far greater than before. Tearing away the burdens on his body in one fell swoop, they effortlessly stirred up a storm of gore, snapping dozens of transcendent limbs in a single second.

As if this were trivial, the mechanical tentacles couldn’t even be bothered to pursue. They simply retracted slowly against their master’s body.

As for the Academy professor controlling them, he was truly unrecognizable, barely maintaining a human shape.

But it didn’t matter. The tentacles didn’t withdraw into his flesh. Instead, they coiled around his battered frame, turning him into a full-metal mummy in the blink of an eye.

Every single bandage was formed by indestructible Razor Blades biting into each other, and they never stopped spinning for a moment.

During this process, Crimson Storm constantly swirled around this metal frenzy, illuminating it like the world’s most sinful creation.

”Actually, I emphasized it from the very beginning: I am truly interested in The Club’s philosophy. However, I didn’t expect you to be so stubbornly conservative.”

At that moment, even the suicidal attacks of the transcendent limbs stalled for a fraction of a second.

Borne into mid-air by the metal bandages, Fu Qian crossed his arms over his chest, genuinely striking a pose like a mummy as disappointment filled his voice.

”Since that’s the case, you are no longer members of The Club. I shall be the one to establish the new Rebirth.”