Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead-Chapter 448 - 234: I Want to Reach the Top Floor!

In its prime, the Fly King would have Fei Guang and the others running for their lives. But faced with an injured, not fully divine Fly King, Fei Guang and his companions struck with all their might.

With a flash of light, Fei Guang activated his abilities and clasped his gloved hands together, delivering a powerful punch to the Fly King’s chest.

"Smash serve!"

The Fly King, like a volleyball slammed with force, flew dozens of meters and crashed heavily to the ground.

This punch created a massive blood hole in the Fly King’s chest, deepening previous slashes and nearly tearing the Fly King apart.

The Fly King, once heavily injured, was reduced to mere shreds of flesh.

Fei Guang looked back at Mist. The Potion used on Mist could only neutralize ordinary negative statuses. The gray pus in the Fly King contained Divinity which the Potion could only suppress, not remove.

The areas on Mist’s body contaminated by the gray pus turned ashen and gray, spreading slowly but visibly. With each spread, Mist’s pain increased, and the aura of death around him intensified.

Most notably, Mist’s eyes, directly hit by the gray pus, had turned entirely gray-white. If this spread to his brain, not even Bian Que could save him from certain death.

Fei Guang turned to Chiba and said:

"Use your ability to sustain Mist’s Life Force. I’ll go capture that fly and bring it to Manager Sean to see if he can extract an antidote from it to cure Mist’s condition."

Chiba nodded and planted a green Four-leaf Clover on Mist’s forehead, saying, "I’ll do my best."

Fei Guang sighed, turning toward the direction where the Fly King had been sent flying. Upon turning, he stood there stunned.

His body transformed into light, instantly arriving at the Fly King’s crash site.

He looked around frantically, filled with confusion.

What? My Fly King, where’s my huge Fly King?

In the Golden Country, Wu Chang looked at the dying Fly King before him, filled with emotion.

In his plan, if the Fly King was too weak, he would let the emergency team respond; if too strong, he would let Fei Guang and the others take action.

But when should he step in?

That’s precisely at times like this, when there’s an opportunity to take advantage.

Seeing Mercury sealing the Fly King’s Divinity through a contract, he knew the fight was over, and immediately activated Social Phobia and Elite Stealth to approach, hoping for luck.

That luck did indeed appear.

After Fei Guang sent the Fly King flying, he didn’t chase immediately but turned to check on Mist’s injuries.

Seizing the opportunity, Wu Chang had no hesitation and used Golden Country to take the Fly King away.

With Fei Guang not coming, Wu Chang picked up the Fly King, who was left unwanted on the ground.

Wu Chang’s gaze focused on the Fly King, more specifically, the deep crimson resentment on its body.

That trace of resentment belonged to its former self, Farrell.

Farrell’s resentment burned intensely like a blazing fire, and with the flickering flames, Wu Chang’s consciousness entered the resentment.

Perhaps Farrell’s resentment was so deep, or perhaps it permeated his entire life.

When Wu Chang delved into the resentment, he saw Farrell as a child.

Farrell was born in the slums, where life’s initial difficulty was certainly at Hell level.

The family situation could be summed up as a drug-using father, a gambling mother, a seriously ill brother, a sister attending school, and a broken self.

Not only was the family plagued by all vices, but the Priest who often came to preach in the community also intermittently asked him and his brother if they wanted to go to the church at midnight to pray, where they’d be fed.

Farrell, always hungry, was very tempted, but his father never allowed it. Whenever he saw that Priest talking to them, he would furiously pull out a gun, yelling and screaming.

The children of the poor assume responsibilities early. From the age of three, Farrell was helping his father, a dealer for his own usage, in "delivering goods."

Farrell was born smart, with a cuteness not typically found in the slums. His sweet smile was that of a little Angel. The police never suspected whether this good boy carried textbooks or neatly packed white powder in his backpack.

Thus, Farrell, with his exceptional business skills, became the youngest "mule" in the neighborhood and a legend among drug dealers.

Thanks to his strong selling ability, Farrell’s family’s financial situation gradually improved.

However, when he was seven, his father reached the stage of dying from drug abuse and never woke up after a gang party.

This made Farrell realize that he couldn’t waste his life in a gang like his father.

Knowledge changes destiny.

So, alongside selling, he began to study diligently, and with his genius mind, he gained admission to one of the Federation’s top three universities.

With his smooth path, good channels, and a wide variety of products, he quickly established a foothold in the fraternity he joined and, through an invitation from a senior, secured an interview with Hymn Company.

Of course, he had heard of the famed Hymn Company. Entering Hymn Company, as long as you don’t get fired or die suddenly, is absolutely the quickest, most direct opportunity for someone from the lower class to elevate socially, bar none.

Farrell’s goal upon entering Hymn Company was to rise straight to the top and become a ninth-level partner.