Chapter 39 Murder in a Dream, The Empress's Morning Grumpiness

The shadow was known as "Black Snake," a gold-tier dead soldier raised by the Wang family for many years. He possessed a rare shadow-element talent and had a glorious track record of assassinating experts at the Peak of the Viscera Refining Realm and even successfully ambushing a Grandmaster.

He was like a formless mist, hovering by Jiang Chen's bed, holding a pitch-black dagger coated in a poison that kills upon drawing blood.

Looking at Jiang Chen, who was sleeping completely unguarded on the bed—even smacking his lips—a trace of disdain flashed in Black Snake's eyes.

"Is this the Genius the young master is wary of? He doesn't even have the most basic alertness; he's simply a joke."

Black Snake was not in a hurry to act. As a perverted assassin, what he loved most wasn't just killing, but the pleasure of having everything under control before the kill.

He pressed his earpiece and reported in a low voice:

"Young master, the target is locked. Sleeping like a dead pig."

Wang Teng's vicious voice came through the earpiece: "Don't rush to kill him. Cripple his limbs first; I want to hear his screams."

"Understood."

Black Snake licked his lips, pulled a long, poisonous needle from his bosom, stared viciously at Jiang Chen's limbs, and muttered to himself:

"Kid, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for offending the Wang family. Don't worry, after I cripple you, I won't let you be lonely. I heard you have a little girlfriend named Su Qingyue? And a fat sidekick? Once you become a cripple, I will go and 'take care' of them properly... Let them know the consequences of following the wrong person."

The moment he said these words.

Jiang Chen, who was originally "fast asleep," frowned slightly even though his eyes were closed.

[Ding! Extreme malice detected towards the host's friends and family.]

[Judgment: Stinking trash, non-recyclable.]

[Suggestion: Destroy immediately.]

Jiang Chen sighed in his dream.

I originally wanted to play cat and mouse with you, but since your mouth is so foul, then go to hell.

"Go to hell!"

Black Snake stopped talking nonsense. The dagger in his hand turned into a streak of black light, fiercely stabbing towards Jiang Chen's tendons.

However.

Just as the tip of the dagger was one millimeter away from Jiang Chen's skin.

Hum!

In the originally pitch-black room, a strange purple glow suddenly lit up.

Black Snake's wrist suddenly stiffened.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but he found that he couldn't move at all!

The surrounding air seemed to have turned into viscous glue, and even the shadows he relied on for survival had now become shackles binding him.

Countless invisible purple threads extended from the Void Realm, tightly wrapping around his Soul.

"What is this?!"

Black Snake was shocked and desperately urged his shadow power to escape.

But he discovered in horror that the surrounding scene had changed.

The small bedroom had disappeared, replaced by a massive palace too magnificent to describe.

The palace was built of unknown black crystals and towered into the clouds. A blood-red moon hung in the sky, emitting an eerie light.

Black Snake found himself kneeling in the center of the cold main hall, as insignificant as an ant.

And at the very top of the hall, on the throne piled with thousands of withered bones, lay a stunningly beautiful figure on her side.

She was wearing a purple-gold imperial robe, her long hair like a waterfall, and her appearance was breathtakingly perfect, yet she carried a cold indifference that viewed all living beings as mere grass.

At this moment, she seemed to be taking a nap, one hand supporting her forehead, her eyes slightly closed.

And in that woman's arms...

Black Snake's eyes widened. What did he see?

The target he was supposed to assassinate—Jiang Chen—was actually resting his head on the Empress's lap, sleeping soundly!

"This... this is an illusion! It must be an illusion!"

Black Snake roared, wanting to break this absurd dream. He burned his essence blood, and the dagger in his hand erupted with blinding black light, stabbing towards the two on the throne.

"So noisy."

A cold voice rang out.

It wasn't Jiang Chen who spoke, but the Empress lying on her side.

She slowly opened her eyes.

In that instant, Black Snake felt the whole world collapse.

What kind of eyes were those? They seemed to contain mountains of corpses and seas of blood, containing endless destruction and Reincarnation.

Just one glance caused Black Snake's Soul to feel a sharp pain, as if it were about to be torn apart.

"Where did this bug come from, spouting filth and disturbing Gu's pillow."

There was a trace of Waking Up Anger in the Empress's voice from being woken up.

She didn't get up, just waved her sleeve impatiently.

"Extinguish."

Boom!

A terrifying Mental Energy storm, indescribable in its power, descended from thin air.

Without any room to resist, Black Snake couldn't even scream before his entire being disintegrated into countless points of light within the dream, as if he were a pencil drawing erased by an eraser.

This ace assassin, capable of killing a Grandmaster, was instantly killed by the Empress's "Waking Up Anger."

After dealing with the bug, the Empress lowered her head and glanced at Jiang Chen resting on her lap.

A trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, and she extended a finger white as jade and flicked his forehead fiercely.

"Weak as a chicken. Hurry up and get stronger; Gu... has been waiting for you for a long time."

...

In the real world.

"Ah!"

A short scream rang out in the dormitory, then stopped abruptly.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes abruptly, sat up from the bed, and covered his forehead.

"Hiss... This Empress is too ruthless, is a flick on the forehead this painful?"

He glanced at the floor.

A corpse lay by the bed, bleeding from the seven orifices, eyes wide open, looking miserable. The poisoned dagger lay to the side, twisted into a pretzel by some kind of force.

"This is Black Snake?"

Jiang Chen kicked the corpse coldly, "Remember in your next life, don't talk big when others are sleeping."

Just then, the communicator Black Snake dropped on the floor suddenly rang.

It was a video call request.

Note: Eldest Young Master.

A playful smile curled on Jiang Chen's lips. He picked up the communicator and pressed the answer button.

A holographic projection unfolded. Wang Teng's vicious face appeared in mid-air, and sitting next to him was an old man with a sinister face—that was the Wang family's butler.

"Black Snake, how did it go? Are that kid's limbs broken? I want to hear his screams!" Wang Teng asked impatiently.

On screen, Jiang Chen held the communicator and let out a big yawn at the camera.

"Ah... yawn..."

Wang Teng's smile instantly froze on his face.

"Jiang... Jiang Chen?!"

"Late at night, why are you making so much noise?" Jiang Chen rubbed his eyes, looking like he had just woken up, "Are you the boss of that delivery man named Black Snake? That... sorry, your employee said he suddenly missed home, so I kindly sent him to see your great-grandfather."

"You... what did you say?!"

Wang Teng stood up abruptly, knocking over the chair behind him, "Where is Black Snake! Let him answer the phone!"

Jiang Chen aimed the camera at the corpse on the floor, shook it a little, and then moved it back to his own face.

"See, he's sleeping quite soundly, the kind of soundly where one bleeds from the seven orifices."

"Impossible! Black Snake is a Grandmaster assassin! You..." The butler next to Wang Teng also stood up in shock, his eyes full of disbelief, "How did you do it? Do you have an expert by your side?!"

"Expert? No."

Jiang Chen looked innocent, "I just took a nap, had a dream, dreamed I swatted a bug, and when I woke up, he was like this. Maybe he did too many bad things and got his karma."

"By the way."

Jiang Chen's voice suddenly turned cold. Across the screen, the chill made Wang Teng shiver involuntarily.

"Just now this bug said he wanted to 'take care' of my friends? Tell the Wang family head for me, wash your neck clean... oh no, prepare the mental damages compensation. I am very expensive, and I, personally, have a lot of Waking Up Anger."

Beep.

Jiang Chen hung up the phone directly, exerted force with his hand, and crushed the special military-grade communicator into powder.

Inside the Wang family villa.

Wang Teng looked at the dark screen, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Black Snake was dead?

Died silently in a freshman's dormitory? And looking at the picture just now, Jiang Chen didn't even have a scratch on him, not even his hairstyle was messed up!

"Investigate! Investigate for me! Who exactly is behind him!" Wang Teng roared hysterically, smashing the red wine on the table onto the floor.

And at this moment, Jiang Chen, after disposing of the corpse (directly letting the System decompose it into nutrients), lay back on the bed.

"Mental Energy skyrocketed... That finger flick from the Empress earlier wasn't just a flick."

The contact with the Empress in the dream earlier, although painful, also delivered an extremely pure stream of Mental Energy.

Jiang Chen felt his brain was clearer than ever before. The "Mental Energy" that had been stuck at a Bottleneck had now broken through as naturally as water flowing.

[Congratulations to the host, Mental Energy has undergone a qualitative change.]

[Obtained Profession: Elementary Psychokineticist (Mental Energy strength exceeds Physical Body by one level).]

[Current Realm: Bone Forging Realm Level 8 (Physical Body), Organ Refining Realm Level 1 (Mental).]

"Killing without having to lift a finger... This is the ultimate form of a lazy person."

Jiang Chen looked at the water glass on the table, and with a thought.

Hum.

The water glass floated up steadily and flew automatically to his mouth.

Jiang Chen took a sip of water and showed a satisfied smile.

"In the future, I can even drink water without moving my hands. This skill is a divine skill."

Outside the window, the night was thick.

This night, some were destined to be sleepless, and some were destined to have sweet dreams.