Chapter 132: Becoming a Chrysalis

The corpse puppet struggled relentlessly on the floor, its twisted limbs revealing that if it had a mouth, it would surely be howling in agonizing cries. Unfortunately, Fu Yang was in a berserk frenzy—his demeanor dark, brutal, and ferocious, his strength reaching an almost unimaginable level.

He suppressed the armored corpse puppet without the slightest resistance, tearing it apart piece by piece, and then devouring it alive.

Five minutes later, not a single corpse puppet remained in the cold storage room.

Only Fu Yang, who looked like a terrifying demon from the depths of hell, and the dumbfounded plump cat demon, Master Bear, were left.

Fu Yang, crouched low on all fours like a reptile, had finished devouring the towering corpse puppet. He lifted his head, his pitch-black eyes fixed intently on Master Bear. A long, crimson tongue slithered from his mouth, licking his lips.

Tick... tick...

A large glob of sticky saliva dripped down—clearly drool at the sight of a delicious meal.

Master Bear shuddered, a bad feeling instantly creeping into his heart.

He shuffled back two short steps on his stumpy legs and swallowed nervously. "Damn... Fu kid, what exactly do you want?"

At this moment, Fu Yang’s mind was no longer human. His thoughts were a chaotic void, with only one impulse remaining: to attack every living thing he saw.

A deep, guttural roar came from his throat. He pushed off the ground with his limbs, his body shooting like a streak of black lightning toward the poor, plump cat.

Master Bear wanted to flee but found himself trapped inside a spherical cage formed instantly by sharp black spikes emerging mysteriously in the void around him.

Fu Yang no longer seemed capable of walking upright. Crawling on all fours, a long tongue flicked from his mouth as he bobbed his head, inching closer.

“Heh heh heh…”

A low, eerie growl echoed from his throat. His ink-black eyes gleamed with a hint of mockery as he stared down at Master Bear trapped within the spiked black sphere.

Master Bear erupted in anger.

“Fu kid, are you seriously messing around? You don’t actually want to eat me, do you? Damn it! Let me out right now, or else—”

Before he could finish, a long tongue shot out from Fu Yang’s mouth, licking his face and leaving behind a thick layer of sticky saliva. The disgusting act made Master Bear howl in protest.

“Damn you, Fu kid! I’m not into that stuff—get lost, damn it!”

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Fu Yang resembled a demon crawling out from the deepest hell, circling Master Bear like a cat toying with a mouse. This infuriated Master Bear deeply.

“Let me out already! Stop pretending, or I’m seriously going to flip out…”

Before he finished the last word, the black spikes imprisoning him dissolved into wisps of dark smoke.

He thought Fu Yang had regained his senses, but before he could celebrate, powerful hands slammed him down onto the cold floor.

Master Bear struggled to lift his head and saw cold, merciless black eyes looking down on him like a dark abyss exhaling icy breath.

“Oh no! Fu kid’s probably really gone off the rails after awakening his ghost path, turning into a raging demon…”

The chubby cat twisted his round body with all his might but couldn’t break free from Fu Yang’s iron-like grip.

Fu Yang opened his mouth—his jaws splitting apart like a snake’s, stretching all the way to his ears. His teeth were unnaturally white and sharpened to deadly points.

“No way, I’m transforming! Fu kid, if you dare bite me, I’ll show you what an Ultraman transformation really looks like…”

Just as Fu Yang’s strange mouth was about to clamp down on Master Bear’s head, he suddenly froze.

Motionless, as if paralyzed by some immobilizing spell.

Then came a continuous series of soft “psh psh” noises.

Countless black, thread-like strands shot out from Fu Yang’s body, wrapping him layer upon layer until he was completely encased.

The layers thickened and thickened until finally, a black oval-shaped cocoon dropped to the ground with a thud.

Master Bear’s eyes widened. Using his furry little paws, he poked the cocoon’s surface, which felt surprisingly elastic and tough—like a resilient leather.

“This thing… looks like a cocoon? What the hell is Fu kid up to?”

Though well-experienced, he had no idea what was happening before him.

With a sharp claw flicking out from his furry paw, he gouged at the black cocoon with all his might.

A grating screech rang out. A shallow scratch appeared on the cocoon’s surface, but it did not break. The toughness was remarkable.

Master Bear jumped and bounced on it, as if playing on a trampoline.

“Fu kid turned into some strange cocoon—is he metamorphosing inside? I should ask Queen Vico when we get back what’s going on with this state of his.”

Tired from playing, he sat on the oval black cocoon, swinging his little feet back and forth.

Crackling and creaking noises echoed ahead—sounds of heavy metal scraping against metal.

“Huh? The cold storage door is opening? Someone’s coming in?”

Master Bear froze, then grew instantly tense.

If someone had gone through the trouble of unlocking the heavy cold storage door, it meant no good had arrived.

He jumped down from Fu Yang’s black cocoon and gazed keenly at the thick iron door slowly being pushed open from outside.

A thin figure appeared, dressed in a hospital white coat and glasses.

He looked refined and handsome.

It was none other than Zhao Que!

“Huh? It’s this guy. Fu kid really is an idiot—seems to know him too. He even greeted him before entering the morgue.”

Master Bear recalled his previous encounter with Zhao Que, who had seemed to like him very much, kneading and fondling him thoroughly.

Zhao Que stepped in calmly, moving through the outer cold storage room until he saw Master Bear and the strange black cocoon behind him.

“Huh? Panda! No, isn’t this the fat pet cat raised by Fu Yang? Is it really Fu Yang? But by rights, his strength shouldn’t surpass the armored corpse puppet raised by senior brother…”

He muttered to himself but hadn’t finished when the panda-like fat cat suddenly spoke human words—and his first sentence was a curse.

“I’ll damn your ass! I’m a proud spiritual cat demon, what do you mean fat like a pig? Explain that, damn you!”

Zhao Que’s pupils shrank sharply.

He had never imagined that a monster capable of human speech existed.

What kind of power could such a being possess? A legendary demon emperor stronger than the demon king? Yet why did he lack the aura of a supreme warrior and instead spew filthy language? (Second update)