Chapter 154: Godslayer No. 2 Infiltrates: You call this being completely unprepared?

Late at night in the Imperial Capital, everything was silent.

Around Cloud Top Villa No. 1, the originally powerful defense Formation actually split open a tiny, molecular-level gap under a strange rhythm.

A nearly transparent phantom seeped in like liquid mercury.

That was the ultimate killing machine built at great expense by the Tianli Research Institute—"god slayer no. 2." Compared to the No. 1 mecha that Jiang Chen had slapped into pixels with a slipper in the Northern Territory, No. 2 was the pure Peak of human modification, possessing Great Grandmaster combat power and having awakened the extremely rare "Molecularization" ability.

He could disassemble his body's molecules at will, penetrating any known physical defense.

"Target locked. Inside the master bedroom, air pressure is abnormally balanced."

The voice of "god slayer no. 2" rang directly in the communication channel, carrying a morbid coldness. "Defense Rank evaluation: S-Rank? Heh, before me, 'Shadow Killer,' a defense of this level is no different from a girl without clothes."

He slid along the ventilation duct all the way to the outside of the master bedroom door.

At this time, moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the massive phoenix perching wutong divine bed.

"Shadow Killer" revealed a pair of ash-gray eyes and saw the scene inside through the door crack. In that instant, this top agent, who had killed countless people, actually missed a heartbeat due to an extreme sense of absurdity.

What did he see?

Jiang Chen, who was rumored in the Great Xia Kingdom to be like a god or demon—killing a Great Grandmaster with a finger and crushing a Beast King with a slipper—was currently lying in the middle of the bed without any decorum.

His left arm was around the icy-skinned, jade-boned, and incomparably cold and elegant Mu Qingxue; his right arm was around the fiery and charming Su Qingyue of the Heavenly Phoenix Bloodline; and in his embrace was Iliya, the furry Beast Clan Saintess with nine tails swaying about.

Three women and one man were entangled in an extremely ambiguous and close posture. Due to the energy balance, their breathing frequencies were perfectly synchronized, and even their body surfaces emitted a faint, pink mist.

"Ridiculous! This is simply a disgrace to human martial arts!"

"Shadow Killer" complained wildly in his heart, his original vigilance instantly turning into thick contempt.

"This is the strongest Genius of the Great Xia Kingdom? At the critical moment when the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield is about to open, he's actually sleeping like a dead pig in a den of pleasure? This defense Rank is practically negative!"

His gaze locked onto Jiang Chen's neck, the most vulnerable part of the whole body.

"Fifty billion dollars, I'll take it. By the way, these three top-tier 'spoils of war,' I'll also help myself to them."

"Shadow Killer's" body molecularized again, like a silent mass of gray mist, creeping toward the large bed along the floor.

...

Meanwhile, deep within Jiang Chen's Sea of Consciousness.

He was at the most critical moment of "Dao Attainment in Dreams."

Inside a massive bone palace, Empress Ye Liuli reclined on the throne, a hint of playfulness in her purple eyes as she stared at the Law patterns constantly evolving in the void.

Jiang Chen sat cross-legged at the Empress's feet, attempting to integrate the energy of the "Star Core" he had just obtained into his Mental Energy Domain.

"Hmm... it's almost done..."

Jiang Chen muttered to himself in the dream.

Suddenly, he felt a very tiny "cold wind," seemingly drilling through a crack in the dream.

That feeling was like someone sleeping soundly in a warm quilt, only to suddenly feel a corner of the quilt being lifted, and a sliver of late autumn chill whooshing into their ankle.

"Who... who's stealing my quilt again..."

In reality, Jiang Chen's brow furrowed sharply, and his Waking Up Anger charge level instantly shot up.

By now, "Shadow Killer" had already lurked to the head of the bed. His palm had remolecularized and aggregated into an ion blade flashing with blue light, stabbing fiercely toward Jiang Chen's throat!

"Die!"

At this critical moment!

With his eyes closed, Jiang Chen instinctively reached up and grabbed.

His movement was extremely slow, like someone half-asleep in the middle of the night looking for the corner of the quilt.

However, in "Shadow Killer's" field of vision, the whole world changed instantly!

The moment that slender, fair hand was raised, it actually triggered a spatial collapse within a ten-meter radius. The already molecularized "Shadow Killer" discovered in horror that his body molecules scattered in the air were being forcibly locked down by an unreasonable, violent Mental Energy!

Like a fly caught in amber, even his thoughts came to a halt.

"This... this is spatial lockdown?! Isn't he sleeping?!"

"Shadow Killer" screamed wildly in his mind, but couldn't make a sound.

Jiang Chen's hand accurately grabbed a certain point in the air—the very throat area where "Shadow Killer's" molecular core was located.

Jiang Chen mumbled, "This quilt corner... why is it so hard, and it even grew thorns..."

Like he was annoyed by a loose thread on the quilt, he grabbed "Shadow Killer's" neck and casually slapped him to the side.

"Make it... smooth for me!"

"Slap!!!"

An earth-shaking bang exploded in the bedroom.

That poor Great Grandmaster-level assassin didn't even have time to re-materialize before his mental core was directly shattered by Jiang Chen's "casually smoothing the quilt" backhand slap.

The purple mental gale whipped up by that slap directly flattened "Shadow Killer" into a thin two-dimensional sticker, firmly stuck to the expensive titanium alloy wall opposite.

The expression on the sticker was frozen in extreme despair and doubt about life.

Written clearly in those dead-fish eyes was: "You call this fucking defenseless?! Who the hell is defenseless and can slap my molecular state into a mural with their eyes closed!"

[Ding! Detected that the host slapped a relatively large 'fly' to death in his dream.]

[Judgment: Outstanding merit in protecting the sleep environment.]

[System Reward: Divine Rank Sleeping Posture +1 (New: Spatial Suppression effect).]

[Mental Resilience increased by 10%!]

The commotion of this palm strike finally startled the three women on the bed.

"Mm... Jiang Chen, what happened?" Su Qingyue propped herself up groggily, her hair a bit messy, the aura of her Phoenix Fire Bloodline making her feel like an exquisite hand warmer.

Mu Qingxue was also startled awake, her icy blue eyes instantly regaining clarity as she subconsciously condensed an ice sword in her hand, looking around vigilantly.

Iliya rubbed her fox ears, her nine tails puffed up into a ball from the fright.

"It's nothing..."

Jiang Chen didn't even lift an eyelid. Under the feedback of that massive Mental Energy, his Realm stabilized a bit more.

He dominantly stretched out his arms, violently pulling the three startled women back into his embrace, and with a sweep of his hand, he pulled the quilt (and the Mental Energy field attached to it) tightly over them.

"Just some renovation work... I filed a complaint... Be quiet, go back to sleep."

Feeling the suffocating sense of security and heat from Jiang Chen, the three women's originally tense nerves inexplicably relaxed.

"You bastard... you can't even sleep peacefully." Although Mu Qingxue scolded him, she pressed her face against Jiang Chen's chest and closed her eyes again.

The three women fell back into a deep sleep, and the energy balance was restored.

Meanwhile, outside the villa.

Augustus, who was still hanging on the flagpole and about to "run out of power," had just seen a gray shadow sneak in. He thought his savior had arrived, but before he could even cry for help, he heard a crisp "slap" from inside the house.

Immediately after, the aura representing the assassin... disappeared just like that.

It vanished completely, as if it had never existed.

Augustus looked at the moon in despair, the Holy Light in his body completely extinguished, his whole being left hanging in the wind, bewildered.

"Jiang Chen... are you a man or a ghost..."

That night, in Cloud Top Villa No. 1, the snoring remained steady and rhythmic.