As their gazes met, Feng Qi's expression shifted from confusion to shock.
He was stunned to realize that the figure hidden within the stitched-up monster was none other than the Mist Lord.
Purple hair, violet eyes—his appearance was exactly as Feng Qi remembered.
A familiar feeling surged in his heart.
In that instant, he understood what was happening.
On this war timeline, Old Mist was one of his primary targets.
After all, if things followed the usual trajectory, Old Mist would inevitably find a way to infiltrate Star City, posing a significant threat to its development.
Considering the long-term implications of the war timeline, Feng Qi had not hesitated. He had taken Mu Qing and Lü Yue with him on a trip to the Northern Frontier.
At that time, Old Mist was still carrying injuries from his previous attempt to cross the Celestial Path. He was completely powerless against Mu Qing and Feng Qi's combined assault. In the end, after his blue core was extracted, he was slain.
That core was then sent to the "Desolation" Lab at the Tiger Soul Research Institute for study.
Through their research, Feng Qi had learned that Old Mist's blue core was, in fact, a Miracle Artifact.
This artifact was influenced by the user's willpower, allowing them to create and alter reality.
For example, if someone held the Miracle of Will and imagined a specific material, that material would materialize under the artifact's influence.
The director of the Desolation Lab had even demonstrated this ability to Feng Qi by conjuring a small spirit stone out of thin air.
This ability was the reason why the Mist Lord could always recover instantly, even when his energy was nearly depleted.
His overwhelming desire to survive would unconsciously activate the Miracle of Will, which would then generate the necessary life force to sustain him.
The potential of this Miracle Artifact was undeniable.
But it also had two major flaws, making it nearly impossible to use safely.
The first issue was that the artifact still contained a lingering trace of Old Mist's consciousness.
That sliver of awareness was deeply embedded within the Miracle of Will. Every time it was used, Old Mist's consciousness would grow stronger, gradually eroding the mind of the user until he could achieve rebirth through possession.
Feng Qi had analyzed the cause of this problem.
According to Old Mist's own words, one of his ancestors had once fused with a Blood Mark left behind by the Pillar Gods.
It was likely that the Miracle of Will was originally that Blood Mark, which had been passed down through generations, eventually evolving into the artifact within Old Mist's body.
This explained why the artifact had remained within Old Mist's body without his knowledge.
Another point supported this theory.
Unlike other Miracle Artifacts, which could be freely used by anyone who possessed them, the Miracle of Will was exclusively bound to Old Mist, containing a part of his consciousness.
It was like a legendary divine weapon recognizing its master—something Feng Qi had never encountered before.
Other Miracle Artifacts could be used by whoever held them.
But this one was different.
The second flaw was that the Miracle of Will was still being subconsciously influenced by Old Mist's lingering will, which was slowly reconstructing his body.
Even in death, Old Mist's desire to live had not faded.
According to the director of the Desolation Lab, as long as the Miracle of Will remained intact, Old Mist would eventually resurrect.
To prevent this, the researchers at Tiger Soul Research Institute had implemented a routine "formatting process", periodically erasing the growing flesh tissues that sprouted from the artifact.
Essentially, they were cutting off Old Mist's revival at the source.
…
The Miracle of Will was immensely powerful.
With strong enough willpower, one could create weapons, supplies—even enhance their own abilities out of thin air.
In theory, if someone's willpower was overwhelming, they could directly elevate their cultivation realm through sheer mental force.
Because of this, Feng Qi had considered bringing the Miracle of Will to the Crimson Secret Base.
Perhaps he could even pass it on to his future self.
With the Miracle of Will, the problem of resource scarcity in the Crimson Secret Base could be completely resolved.
After all, the artifact could generate spirit stones, spiritual plants, and other cultivation materials, all of which were essential for research at the Crimson Research Institute.
Owning the Miracle of Will was equivalent to having an unlimited resource supply.
But ultimately, he had abandoned that idea.
The war timeline where he had fought alongside Old Mist had proven that the Blue-Skinned Assassins constantly hunted him.
This meant that the Miracle of Will was being tracked, making it extremely dangerous to possess.
If Feng Qi brought it into the Crimson Secret Base, it would constantly attract Blue-Skinned Warriors, putting the entire hidden facility at risk.
All the intelligence gathered from the war timeline could be compromised.
Beyond that, there was another major problem.
The Miracle of Will would subtly implant Old Mist's consciousness into anyone who used it.
Feng Qi had imagined the potential consequences.
If the Crimson Research Institute repeatedly used the Miracle of Will, there was a real risk of Old Mist being reborn within their bodies.
He could picture it now.
If he traveled into the future dreamscape, opened the doors to the Crimson Secret Base, and found Old Mist waiting inside for him…
That would be a nightmare.
After weighing the pros and cons, Feng Qi had decided not to bring the Miracle of Will to the Crimson Research Institute.
Instead, he left it sealed in the Desolation Lab.
Now, standing before him, seeing the fury in Old Mist's eyes, Feng Qi was filled with confusion.
According to the events of this war timeline…
Star City had already fallen to the United Army.
Its resources had been completely looted by various factions.
By all logic, the Miracle of Will should have been taken by some faction already—it shouldn't still be in the Star City ruins.
So why was Old Mist standing here?
"Old Mist?"
Feng Qi cautiously called out, tightening his hold on Little Suction Cup in his arms.
Feng Qi could sense the overwhelming killing intent emanating from the Mist Lord.
Suction Cup's ability to detect hostility had been inherited from Mu Qing, allowing it to instinctively distinguish between friend and foe.
With the Mist Lord exuding such strong murderous intent, it was very likely that Suction Cup would react instinctively and attack Old Mist on sight.
"Old Mist… are you calling me? Do you know who I am?" The Mist Lord's face showed a look of confusion upon hearing Feng Qi's words. He hesitated for a moment before continuing:
"My memories are hazy. It seems like I don't recall anything related to you."
[Oh ho! Looks like Old Mist has only just begun reconstructing his body. His consciousness hasn't fully recovered yet, which is why his memory is incomplete. Quick! Now's the time to tell him you're his father. If you don't seize this opportunity, when will you?]
Feng Qi ignored the narrator's teasing, but the explanation made sense.
It also clarified why the energy fluctuations around the Mist Lord weren't as terrifying as before.
In previous Future Dreamscapes, Old Mist had always appeared as a vast Mist Sea dominating the western regions. Even from a distance, the sheer magnitude of his energy was suffocating.
This had been one of the reasons why Feng Qi had always avoided traveling west, opting to move eastward instead.
Now, the narrator's explanation gave him a possible answer.
Over the past 1,500 years, the Miracle of Will had likely changed hands numerous times. Each new owner would have discovered the fleshy growths forming on the artifact and purged them to prevent the Mist Lord from reviving.
However, it seemed that the previous owner of the Miracle of Will was now gone.
Without anyone left to suppress it, the artifact had slowly rebuilt Old Mist's body, eventually completing his resurrection.
This situation immediately reminded Feng Qi of Three-Tails.
In essence, Three-Tails was also a lifeform created by a Miracle.
The difference was that Three-Tails was a derivative of a Miracle, whereas the Mist Lord was its rightful owner.
[Your guess isn't necessarily correct. There's another possibility. The Miracle of Will may have been passed through countless owners over 1,500 years, until it finally landed in the hands of an absolute idiot. This fool used the artifact recklessly, completely unaware that every time they used its creation ability, they were making a deal with the devil. Gradually, the Mist Lord's consciousness infiltrated their mind, eroding their soul from within. Their body became nothing more than a cocoon—a vessel for his rebirth. He was just waiting to break free. And then, before the rebirth could be completed, you forcibly tore open the cocoon, interrupting the process prematurely. It's like pulling a sprout out of the ground to make it grow faster—except all you did was wake him up too early. That's why his memory is still incomplete.]
Feng Qi nodded in agreement. "That theory actually makes a lot of sense."
[No doubt about it. The fact that you managed to meet Old Mist again after 1,500 years is nothing short of a miracle. Think about it—over all this time, he must have traveled with various owners, witnessed countless battles, and even participated in major inter-species wars. And yet, after all of that, he somehow ended up here in Star City… meeting you again. The odds of that happening are so ridiculously low that I'm convinced fate itself is trying to tell you something.]
[So, hurry up and acknowledge him as your son! Say it—"I'm your father." Then I, as the system, will officially have a grandson!]
Feng Qi: …
He ignored the narrator's nonsense and focused on the Mist Lord. Seeing the confusion on his face, Feng Qi decided to test the waters.
"Old Mist, we're brothers. Don't you remember?"
The Mist Lord furrowed his brows, as if trying to sift through the fragments of his scattered memories.
After a brief pause, he let out a soft sigh.
"I can't remember. It feels like I've lost so many of my memories."
"Then what do you remember?"
Feng Qi pressed forward, hoping to extract more information.
"I only recall that I was asleep for a very long time. Every time I felt like I was about to wake up, a powerful force would erase me, forcing me back into slumber. I have no idea how long that cycle repeated. But when I finally woke up, I found myself trapped inside a heavy shell."
The Mist Lord then pointed at the broken remains of the stitched-up monster scattered across the ground.
"You shattered that shell just now."
Hearing this, Feng Qi broke into a cold sweat.
No wonder the Mist Lord had been radiating such intense killing intent.
This situation was slightly different from what the narrator had speculated.
It wasn't that Feng Qi had prematurely awakened the Mist Lord.
Rather, Old Mist had already fully revived within the last owner's body and had claimed their remains as his outer shell.
"You're saying we're brothers?" The Mist Lord asked curiously, his violet eyes gleaming with suspicion.
"Do you even know what 'brothers' means?" Feng Qi asked, intrigued.
"Just because I lost my memories doesn't mean I'm an idiot… You say we're brothers, but where's the proof?"
The Mist Lord's demeanor, his sharp tone, and even the subtle cunning in his expression were exactly the same as Feng Qi remembered.
He was still the same Old Mist—paranoid, cautious, and unwilling to trust easily.
Feng Qi smirked. "I know you have the ability to turn into mist. Isn't that proof?"
"Mist transformation?"
The Mist Lord paused for a moment, then raised his right hand. Instantly, his hand dissolved into violet mist, spreading outward.
For him, this ability was as natural as breathing—an instinct embedded in his very existence.
The moment Feng Qi mentioned it, his body instinctively recalled how to use it.
"That's not enough proof. If you were my enemy, you could've learned about my abilities through other means."
The Mist Lord's wariness hadn't diminished.
Feng Qi chuckled. "You also taught me how to absorb blood energy. Would that prove it?"
Saying this, he reached out and patted Suction Cup's head, then pointed toward a large bird soaring high in the sky.
"Suction Cup, bring it to me."
"(o▽)o Okay!"
Suction Cup nodded enthusiastically before wriggling out of Feng Qi's embrace.
Suction Cup landed on all fours, a jade-colored glow enveloping its small body. In the blink of an eye, it vanished from its original position, dashing towards the airborne beast.
Its limbs moved so rapidly they became afterimages, kicking up a billowing cloud of dust in its wake. Despite its small stature, the terrifying power within Suction Cup erupted in that instant.
The sandstorm trailed behind it like a dragon, surging towards the massive black-feathered beast hovering above.
Sensing the imminent danger, the creature flapped its wings violently, attempting to ascend higher into the sky.
But before it could escape, Suction Cup leaped into the air.
The sheer force of its jump caused the ground to quake, sending out a shockwave that dispersed the surrounding dust clouds.
The powerful gust of wind rolled toward Feng Qi and the Mist Lord, momentarily obscuring their vision with swirling sand.
Caught off guard, the Mist Lord waved his hand.
A surge of vital energy radiated from his body. With a casual flick of his wrist, the blood energy spread outward, instantly dispersing the dust cloud in front of them.
As the dust settled, Suction Cup had already returned.
It clutched the black-feathered beast by its long, slender neck, dragging it across the ground while its eyes gleamed with excitement.
"(ω) Ah Qi, roast goose… tasty!"
"Such incredible physical strength." The Mist Lord spoke in astonishment, seemingly unable to believe that Suction Cup's small frame could contain such immense power.
Ignoring the Mist Lord, Feng Qi took the beast from Suction Cup.
With a swift motion, his skeletal fingers pierced through the creature's tough hide, reaching its heart and crushing it effortlessly.
As the beast perished, a crimson mist invisible to others rose from its body, surging into Feng Qi's own.
His depleted blood energy was partially replenished, and as his will shifted, his body began regenerating at an astonishing speed.
In the blink of an eye, his flesh had fully reformed, restoring him to his human form.
The Mist Lord stared at him intently, his expression shifting.
This face…
It felt overwhelmingly familiar.
Like a memory lingering at the edges of his consciousness, something he should remember—but couldn't.
Even though his mind drew a blank, his instincts screamed at him.
Like an imprint seared into his very soul, the sight of Feng Qi's face triggered an unexplainable suffocating sensation within him.
"You seem… very familiar to me. But I can't remember who you are." His voice was uncertain. "And for some reason… seeing your face makes me uneasy."
"Uneasy? Why?" Feng Qi asked curiously.
[Of course he's uneasy! The last thing Old Mist saw before he died was your face! His final memory before everything faded into darkness was you. Even if he doesn't consciously remember it, some part of him still does. That's why he feels so uncomfortable.]
Hearing the narrator's explanation, Feng Qi immediately understood.
Seeing the Mist Lord's confused expression, Feng Qi lost interest in further conversation.
Originally, he'd hoped to extract valuable information about the future world from him.
But it turned out the Mist Lord was even more clueless than he was.
Continuing this conversation was a waste of time.
Instead of talking, he could be growing stronger.
This so-called "brother"?
He'd deal with him another time.
Lifting Suction Cup into his arms, Feng Qi was about to leave when he suddenly paused.
"Hey, Narrator. How about we have Old Mist deal with Little Black for me?"
[What is brotherhood?
Brotherhood means being useful.
Brothers should sacrifice themselves for each other, right?
But let's be honest— I usually just stab my brothers twice instead.]
[So yeah, let's just decide that Old Mist will handle Little Black. Next time. Definitely next time.]
[But, just so you know… Old Mist may have lost his memories, but he's not stupid. Do you seriously think he'd listen to you and take on Little Black for you? That's pure wishful thinking.]
Feng Qi: …
Since the Mist Lord was no longer useful, Feng Qi prepared to leave.
But just as he turned to go, Old Mist spoke up.
"Since you claim to be my brother, will you help me with something?"
Feng Qi turned back and saw the serious expression on the Mist Lord's face. He stopped in his tracks.
"What do you need help with?"
"There's a unique creature in the southern region. Will you help me kill it?"
Feng Qi raised an eyebrow. "Why do you want it dead?"
"It radiates an energy that draws me in… but I'm not strong enough to defeat it. I've been hunting creatures, absorbing their blood energy, just to grow stronger—so that one day, I can kill it."
Hearing this, Feng Qi's curiosity was piqued.
His time in the Future Dreamscape was limited. Normally, he wouldn't bother with trivial tasks like this—he needed to prioritize his own power growth.
But hunting a mysterious entity?
That interested him.
There was a chance it would grant him a powerful new ability.
From Nightmare, to Blood Eye, to Magic Immunity, each unique Domain Creature he had killed had significantly enhanced his strength.
If this creature was special enough, it might do the same.
Making his decision, Feng Qi looked at the Mist Lord and nodded.
"Take me to it. If it's within my capabilities, I'll help you."
Hearing Feng Qi's response, a rare smile appeared on the Mist Lord's face. Without another word, he turned south and began walking.
Feng Qi, carrying Suction Cup, followed closely behind.
Under the crimson moon, their two figures gradually faded into the distance.
After an uncertain amount of time, they arrived at an area dense with vegetation.
The deeper they ventured, the more the greenery flourished.
Strangely, many of the plants seemed alive, their tendrils writhing as if they were hunting for prey.
Some even lashed out, trying to attack any creature that ventured too close.
Scattered throughout the jungle, remnants of Domain Creatures hung impaled upon the twisting vines.
Their lifeless corpses were drained of blood, their bodies slowly being absorbed by the plants.
The stench of decay filled the air.
But Feng Qi didn't even flinch.
After all, compared to these rotting creatures, he had once smelled far worse.
Especially during his first trip to the Future Dreamscape…
Back then, he had almost passed out from his own stench.
After advancing to a higher lifeform, the stench of decay that once clung to Feng Qi finally faded away.
From a walking corpse, he had finally become somewhat human again.
He continued deeper into the overgrown ruins, stepping over moss-covered ground. In the distance, a collapsed high-rise building came into view, its walls entwined with greenery.
The structure had long been abandoned, yet it hadn't completely crumbled. The Domain Plants had taken root, becoming a part of the building itself, supporting what remained of it.
In front of the ruined building, a massive Domain Creature lay coiled in slumber.
It looked like a legendary flood dragon, its head adorned with a pair of blood-colored horns. Its body was covered in scarlet scales, each the size of a human palm, reflecting an eerie glow beneath the blood moon.
With each deep breath, a faint snoring sound rumbled through its throat.
Every exhale released a mist of blood energy from its nostrils, scattering dust across the ground.
Its enormous body expanded and contracted in rhythm with its breathing, creating a visually stunning and oppressive sight.
"That's the one. It carries an energy I crave."
The Mist Lord's voice was calm, but his gaze burned with hunger.
Feng Qi's expression turned serious as he observed the enormous serpent.
There was a saying:
When in doubt, ask the Narrator.
Without hesitation, he asked internally:
"Hey, Narrator, can we take it?"
[Are you asking about yourself, or Suction Cup?]
"Duh. Both of us together."
[No, no, no. You don't matter. Suction Cup alone is enough.]
[I can sense immense blood energy within that creature. It's strong—but nowhere near Suction Cup's level.]
[So if Suction Cup fights alone, victory is certain. But if you join in… the win rate drops by 0.01%.]
Feng Qi's eyelid twitched. "Why the hell does adding me make the win rate worse?"
[What do you think this is? A game where battle power just stacks up? Real fights don't work like that.]
[If you join, Suction Cup will have to watch over you. Otherwise, you'll get your ass handed to you. In short… you're deadweight.]
[Let me put it plainly: Your battle power is 1. Suction Cup's battle power is 100. If you join, the total battle power is… 99.]
Feng Qi rolled his eyes at the blunt response.
But he couldn't deny it—he really wanted that flood dragon's ability.
He reached out and pinched Suction Cup's chubby little cheeks. "Suction Cup."
"(▽) Mm!" She nodded excitedly.
"See that big snake over there?" Feng Qi pointed toward the blood-colored flood dragon lying in the distance.
Suction Cup climbed up onto his head, peering through the thick vegetation.
"(〃'▽'〃) Whoa! So big!"
"I want to eat it."
No need for complex explanations—just one sentence: "I want to eat it."
That was all Suction Cup needed.
"Ah Qi wants to eat? I'll go catch it for you!"
With that, she leapt off his head.
Seeing her take action, Feng Qi quickly called out:
"Suction Cup, be careful! It's strong!"
Hearing his words, Suction Cup turned back and fell into deep thought.
Then, suddenly—she put her hands on her hips… and started stretching.
"Heave-ho, heave-ho, one-two-three-four!"
Feng Qi stood frozen, completely dumbfounded.
Just as he was about to ask what she was doing, her eyes changed.
A crimson glow flickered in her pupils.
Then, a jade-colored light enveloped her body, and in an instant—she vanished.
[Free your hands! A non-throwable, autonomous combat weapon—a must-have!]
Beside him, the Mist Lord, who had been watching silently, suddenly spoke:
"Who is she to you?"
His gaze was fixed on the jade light streaking across the battlefield.
The question caught Feng Qi off guard.
Wei Wei was Suction Cup's creator, so it made sense for her to call Wei Wei "Mom."
Mu Qing was her previous life, so technically, she could be considered her original body.
So… what was his relationship with Suction Cup?
A relative? A friend? Family?
[None of the above.]
[Your relationship is like that of a necklace and its pendant—something you just hang onto for decoration. Nothing more.]
[The only thing you're good for is standing there shouting, "Go, Suction Cup! Beat 'em up!"]
"Shut up, you idiot system. You're the real pendant here."
[Correction: I'm the main unit. Suction Cup is my weapon. And you? You're just the remote control for the flesh suit you wear. Got it?]
Feng Qi ignored the narrator's nonsense and focused on the battle ahead.
Suction Cup was already closing the distance at an insane speed.
The blood-colored flood dragon suddenly sensed the danger.
Its eyes snapped open, the vertical pupils shrinking as it locked onto the incoming Suction Cup.
"ROARRR!"
The flood dragon let out a thunderous roar, its breath reeking of blood and decay.
The gust of hot, putrid air rushed toward Feng Qi.
But then—something unexpected happened.
Instead of attacking—the flood dragon turned and ran.
With a flick of its massive tail, it smashed into the ground and launched itself forward, tearing through building debris as it tried to flee.
Feng Qi stared for a second before raising his middle finger.
"Coward."
[This flood dragon is pretty smart. It must have sensed Suction Cup's blood energy and realized it was no match.]
[Compared to those mindless, instinct-driven Domain Creatures, these intelligent ones are far more troublesome.]
The flood dragon was fast.
But Suction Cup was faster.
Its attempt to escape was pointless.
Suction Cup moved like a nimble rabbit, swiftly leaping onto the blood-colored flood dragon's head after an aerial somersault.
She raised her tiny fists high before slamming them down with force.
Boom!
The crawling flood dragon took a direct hit, its massive head smashing into the ground. The sheer force sent its body sliding dozens of meters, its tail whipping into the air before crashing down, sending dust and debris flying.
Before it could react, Suction Cup's second punch landed. A fist-sized dent appeared in the scarlet scales on its forehead.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With each punch, the flood dragon's body trembled violently, its howls turning into miserable shrieks.
Against ordinary prey, it had always relied on its size and overwhelming strength.
Its terrifying constriction ability had allowed it to dominate almost any opponent.
But against Suction Cup, whose tiny size made her impossible to grab, the flood dragon found itself utterly helpless.
It lashed its tail furiously, trying to swat Suction Cup off, but she dodged each attack effortlessly. Instead, it smashed its own head dizzy in the process.
Realizing that brute force wouldn't work, the flood dragon opened its jaws and spewed out massive clouds of blood mist.
The mist twisted and coalesced in midair, transforming into countless blood serpents that launched themselves at Suction Cup.
The serpents moved insanely fast, wrapping around her arms, legs, and neck in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, they began tightening, attempting to crush her body with raw force.
But Suction Cup merely raised her hands and then squatted down, clenching her fists.
"Ha!"
Crack!
Every single blood serpent shattered into dust.
Without hesitation, Suction Cup opened her mouth and inhaled deeply. The blood mist that had once formed the serpents was sucked into her stomach.
"Burp!"
She rubbed her little belly, satisfied. The crimson glow in her eyes flashed even brighter.
Then, she raised her fists again and continued pounding.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each punch sent shockwaves rippling across the flood dragon's body.
Its massive form thrashed wildly, smashing through buildings and trees as it struggled to shake her off.
Dust billowed into the air, engulfing everything in sight.
Feng Qi watched the battle unfold, a pleased smile forming on his lips.
In previous Future Dream scenarios, Suction Cup fought like a reckless berserker, throwing herself at enemies without any strategy.
But this time was different.
Not only was she dodging attacks, but she was also capitalizing on her strengths and exploiting the enemy's weaknesses.
No matter how much the flood dragon rolled and twisted, Suction Cup stayed firmly latched onto its head, raining down relentless punches.
Despite its immense strength and durability, the flood dragon had no way to fight back.
It could only roll and thrash, desperately trying to throw her off—but in doing so, it had completely lost control of the battle.
Seeing that the flood dragon was rolling farther away, Feng Qi pushed aside the dense vegetation, leapt forward, and started running toward the fight.
The Mist Lord also transformed into a swirling mist, silently following behind Feng Qi.
The battle raged on.
In the Future Dream, very few creatures could withstand even one punch from Suction Cup.
Yet this blood-colored flood dragon had taken multiple rounds of attacks and was still putting up a fight—a testament to its incredible endurance.
Feng Qi glanced at the devastation left in the flood dragon's wake—collapsed buildings, shattered trees, deep craters—and was genuinely impressed.
His gaze shifted to Suction Cup, still pounding away on the dragon's head, and a sense of anticipation filled him.
Through trial and error across multiple timelines, he had begun understanding the rules of his Talent Extraction Ability.
Whenever he killed a Domain Creature, the system would automatically extract its strongest ability.
For example, he once killed a creature that had never used a particular ability, yet he still acquired it.
According to the Narrator, this ability had been hidden in the creature's dormant bloodline—a power once possessed by its ancestors, but lost over generations.
Yet, when Feng Qi extracted its talent, he had unlocked that lost ability.
This alone proved how terrifyingly powerful his Talent Extraction was.
It was no weaker than any Miracle Artifact.
In fact, he suspected that his extraction ability itself was a Miracle.
He just didn't know where in his body it resided.
Or perhaps…
The Narrator itself was the Miracle—and this ability was simply one of its many features.
One thing was certain: The stronger the creature he killed, the greater the chance of obtaining an OP ability.
And right now, this blood-colored flood dragon was an incredibly tempting target.
The fight had gone on for over ten minutes.
Under Suction Cup's brutal barrage, the flood dragon's stamina was depleting rapidly.
Eventually, its struggles weakened, and it collapsed onto the ground, barely breathing.
But Suction Cup didn't stop.
She kept hammering down punches, her fists like meteors.
Seeing this, Feng Qi rushed forward, intending to stop her—if she accidentally destroyed the body too much, he might lose the extracted ability.
But before he could intervene, the Narrator's voice rang out in his mind:
[Don't move! This thing's not dead yet. Its blood energy is still surging. It's faking death to ambush Suction Cup!]
Feng Qi froze mid-step.
He glanced at the flood dragon—its half-closed eyes, its labored breathing, the weakness in its posture.
It looked completely exhausted.
If the Narrator hadn't warned him, he wouldn't have noticed anything wrong.
But… Suction Cup had already figured it out.
Her combat instincts, inherited from the Scarlet Rune Crystal, were just as sharp as Mu Qing's had been.
She knew the flood dragon was still dangerous.
And just as the Narrator predicted—
The flood dragon suddenly sprang to life.
It flipped over, twisting its massive body midair, and unleashed a torrential surge of blood energy.
The energy morphed into hundreds of tiny blood serpents, all lunging toward Suction Cup.
But Suction Cup simply opened her mouth—
And inhaled.
In an instant, all of the blood serpents disintegrated.
The jade-colored aura around her intensified, shining brilliantly in the night.
Another ten minutes passed.
Under Suction Cup's relentless onslaught, the blood-colored flood dragon finally gave out.
With a final thunderous crash, it collapsed motionless onto the ground.
And just then—
The Narrator's voice rang out once more:
[Alright, little bro. Time to harvest the loot!]