Chapter 104 Blood Awakens, Demon God Opens His Eyes

*Crack.*

A faint but crisp sound of shattering rang out abruptly within the deathly silent hibernation pod.

That wasn't ordinary glass, but specialized explosion-proof glass costing tens of millions, capable of withstanding a full-strength strike from the Grandmaster Realm.

At this moment, it was like a fragile spiderweb, with countless visible cracks spreading out from the direction where Jiang Chen sat up.

It hadn't been hit by any external force; it was crushed purely by an invisible, heavy mental pressure!

The Blood Hand Butcher's hand, holding the skinning knife, suddenly froze in mid-air.

An unspeakable chill rushed up his spine straight to the crown of his head.

It was a 'near-death' intuition he had only felt when facing the overlords of the deep sea during his ten-plus years of slaughter in the Endless Sea.

He slowly turned his stiff neck and looked deep into the damaged hibernation pod.

In the dark corner.

Jiang Chen sat on the edge of the bed.

He didn't yawn and complain as usual, nor did he rub his sleepy eyes while looking for a pillow.

He just sat there quietly, head lowered, his expression unreadable.

But around him, the air seemed to have been sucked dry.

A thick black mist, so dense it almost dripped like ink, poured frantically out of him like living tentacles, spreading wantonly within the hibernation pod.

[Warning! Warning! Warning!]

[Detected that the host's 'Guardian Bottom Line' has been completely pierced!]

[Deep Mental Restructuring forcibly interrupted. Cost: Deprivation of all rationality.]

[Waking Up Anger gauge has broken through the limit (∞). Entering final form: Demon God Berserk (Absolute Rational Killing Machine).]

[System Prompt: Shut up and watch him kill.]

Jiang Chen slowly raised his head.

Those eyes, which were originally deep and dark, had now completely changed their appearance.

No whites, no pupils.

Only two abyssal whirlpools burning with the Black Flames of Annihilation remained.

Reflected within them was the tragic scene on the deck.

Mu Qingxue, lying in a pool of blood, her fate unknown.

Su Qingyue, who had been sent flying toward the railing, her long sword shattered.

Little Fatty Chen, both legs severed, still crawling forward with blood-stained hands.

And...

Iliya, stepped on by the Blood Hand Butcher, her tail a bloody mess and a gash cut into the back of her neck.

Her once clear and agile purple eyes were now filled with tears of despair, stained with a startling crimson.

That red liquid had even flowed along the deck to his bedside, staining his favorite white plush rug red.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath.

The intense smell of blood stimulated every nerve in his body, making them let out frantic roars.

"You all..."

Jiang Chen's voice had changed.

It was no longer that lazy, raspy teenage voice.

Instead, it sounded like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing together forcefully, carrying a bone-chilling cold and deathly silence from the Nine Serenity Hell.

"You've dirtied my dream."

The moment the words fell.

*Bang!*

The remaining explosion-proof glass of the hibernation pod completely shattered into powder!

Jiang Chen's figure vanished from the edge of the bed into thin air.

"Not good!"

Alarm bells rang in the Blood Hand Butcher's heart. His combat instincts as a fifth-level Grandmaster made him instantly abandon Iliya beneath his feet.

He retreated violently, while his blood-colored Protective Aura erupted like a volcano. His mechanical claws, forged from refined steel, were held across his chest in a strict defensive posture.

But he was too slow.

In the face of absolute power, all struggles were futile.

"Did I let you move?"

A voice like the whisper of the Death God exploded directly in the Butcher's ear.

Before he could react.

A pale, slender palm, without the slightest ripple of True Qi, had somehow already penetrated his proud blood-colored Protective Aura.

It was as easy as poking through a thin paper window.

That hand clamped gently, yet with absolute firmness, onto his throat.

"Urgh!"

The Blood Hand Butcher's burly two-meter-tall, three-hundred-pound frame was lifted into the air with one hand by Jiang Chen, like he was picking up a small chick!

Immense force instantly choked off his breath. His eyes bulged, and his face turned a purplish-red.

"You... you..."

The Butcher frantically swung his sharp mechanical claws, trying to pierce Jiang Chen's arm.

As a result, the moment the mechanical claws touched Jiang Chen's arm, it was like hitting an indestructible Wall of Sighs.

*Clang!*

Sparks flew in all directions.

Jiang Chen's skin wasn't even broken.

Instead, the expensive mechanical claw let out a metallic groan of overstrain under the massive counter-shock force.

"Just now, was it this foot you used to step on her tail?"

Jiang Chen tilted his head slightly, his eyes burning with black flames staring coldly at the Butcher's iron-booted right foot.

*Crack.*

Without any warning.

Jiang Chen's free left hand casually made a crushing motion toward the iron boot in the air.

"AAAHHHH!!!"

A shrill scream to the extreme, one that didn't even sound human, was forced out of the Blood Hand Butcher's constricted throat.

His entire right leg, from the knee down.

Along with the hard iron boot, flesh, and bone.

Under that single squeeze, it instantly shattered into dregs like a fragile dry noodle!

Bone fragments pierced the skin, and crimson blood sprayed out like a fountain.

"My leg! My leg!!"

The Butcher struggled frantically in agony, tears and snot instantly covering his face.

At this moment, any dignity as a psychopathic killer or pride as a Grandmaster expert completely collapsed before this extreme pain.

"What are you shouting for?"

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, increasing the pressure of his fingers, cutting off the scream once again.

"When you were skinning others, couldn't you hear their screams?"

"Since you love this kind of art so much, then today, I'll let you experience it for yourself."

Jiang Chen gave a casual toss.

He slammed the Blood Hand Butcher onto the deck like he was throwing away a torn rag.

*Bang!*

The wooden planks shattered, and the Butcher slumped on the ground like a puddle of mud, twitching in pain.

Jiang Chen turned around, not sparing him another glance.

He slowly walked over to Iliya's side.

Looking at the girl's miserable state, the black flames in Jiang Chen's eyes flickered slightly.

He crouched down, extending the same hand that had just crushed a Grandmaster's leg, and gently—avoiding her wounds—picked Iliya up.

"I'm sorry... Master..."

Iliya weakly opened her eyes. Seeing that familiar face, her aggrieved tears burst forth again.

"I didn't protect it... I failed to protect your hibernation pod..."

"Shut up. You're too noisy."

Jiang Chen's voice was still cold, but his movements were surprisingly gentle.

He placed Iliya in a clean corner and took off his relatively intact pajama jacket, covering her shivering body.

"Lie here quietly."

Jiang Chen stood up, his gaze sweeping over the pirate lackeys on the deck who were preparing to swarm forward.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled into an extremely cruel, demonic grin.

"Next, it's not suitable for children."

"Close your eyes."

The moment the words fell.

The thick black mist around Jiang Chen's body instantly erupted!

Like a tsunami, it swept out in all directions, enveloping the entire frigate and even the distant ghost ship.

[Nightmare Domain: Endless Slaughter (Activated).]

"You... what do you want to do?!"

Lying in a pool of blood, the Blood Hand Butcher felt an unprecedented fear as he watched the black mist descend like a canopy.

"What do I want to do?"

Jiang Chen's figure flickered within the black mist, his voice coming from all directions.

"I told you."

"You dirtied my dream."

"So I'll use your blood to wash it clean."

*Swish!*

The first invisible blade of Mental Energy condensed within the black mist.

Then ten, a hundred, ten million!

They hovered densely in mid-air, like precision skinning scalpels, shimmering with a cold, eerie light.

The Butcher's eyes widened in horror.

He finally understood what Jiang Chen meant by "experience it for yourself."

"No... don't! I am a Helmsman of the Skinning Cult! You can't kill me!"

"I have powerful figures behind me! If you kill me, you'll be hunted endlessly!"

Facing the Butcher's desperate threats.

Jiang Chen simply gave a cold snap of his fingers.

*Snap.*

"Begin the dissection."

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!!!*

Millions of Mental Energy scalpels poured down like a torrential rain.

They didn't pierce the enemies' vital points directly.

Instead, they precisely avoided vital organs and began to slice through the pirates' Protective Aura, leather armor, and... skin, inch by inch.

"AAAAHHHHH—!!!"

For a moment, the entire ship erupted with shrill wails akin to purgatory.

This wasn't a battle.

This was a one-sided massacre.

Jiang Chen stood in the center of the black mist, eyes closed, listening to the screams.

"It's a bit noisy."

He whispered softly.

"But compared to you dirtying my rug, this sound... is actually quite pleasant to the ear."