Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

After regaining consciousness, Lu Mingfei looked around. His left hand was supporting himself on "Rage," which was stuck in the ground, while his right hand was pressed against a pool of blood on the ground. He was panting heavily, and the sticky, dirty Deadpool blood beneath him looked at him helplessly.

This inhuman, dangerous black blood splattered all over the surrounding subway floor, as sticky as asphalt, and even a hot shower now wouldn't wash it off.

To conserve some energy, Lu Mingfei took off his gray shirt, which was inevitably sticky and wet from Deadpool's blood during the battle, and put on a "Genjiro's Executive Officer Trench Coat" that he took out of his game backpack.

Not only was there a trench coat, but the white shirt underneath was also a free gift. The white shirt featured a grand ukiyo-e print, with delicately drawn dark green gentian patterns that looked both capable and slightly flashy. The buy-one-get-one-free offer was thoughtful, ensuring Lu Mingfei wouldn't have to go shirtless, but they didn't include a pair of executive trousers.

After thinking it over, he didn't take off his sticky trousers, which were soaked in black blood, to change them. After hundreds of games, his game backpack contained many strange items, but the only thing he could wear on his lower body seemed to be "Shude Mai's Light Black Stockings." Wearing that to the subway station was worse than him committing suicide on the spot.

Lu Mingfei, now dressed in a black trench coat, let out a breath and picked up a shattered piece of car window glass from the ground.

With only the dim light of the tunnel, he could not see his reflection in the glass clearly, so he touched and parted the long hair on his forehead to reveal his left eye.

His left pupil shifted between gold and black, as if a golden lamp was flickering in the darkness. When his golden pupil was burning brightly, he could see his reflection in the glass.

There was no doubt that the dragon's blood was already corroding his body.

His hair color deepened back to black, but it grew so fast that it reached his waist, and the dark sheen of his long hair made it look more vibrant than ever before.

The previously rampant and invincible medicinal properties, as well as the incomplete genes belonging to the dragon deep within the source of the medicinal properties... all collapsed like a dam breaking through a flood after he regained consciousness, and were forcibly suppressed.

But that unleashed bloodlust could never be suppressed again.

His brutal murderous intent constantly eroded his hesitation and kindness, making him acutely aware of this and forcing him to witness his own despair and depravity.

"It's really terrifying..." Lu Mingfei couldn't help but smile bitterly, trembling as he stroked the black scales on his neck.

The eyes that were just flickering were now completely ignited, burning brighter and brighter like wildfire, seemingly foreshadowing that the day they would be extinguished was far off.

It's not as good as last time. Last time, after using the evolution drug, I wasn't as clear-headed, so I didn't have so many random thoughts... Having used that amount of evolution drug, I'll probably turn into a monster sooner or later. Even if I don't turn into a monster because of the evolution drug, wouldn't the power in my body that can easily suppress the evolution drug be even more unsettling?

Is there really such a thing as a free cake in the world?

What price lies hidden behind this free power? Perhaps it's a trap, a lie, something he'll have to pay back a thousandfold one day.

He glanced at his personal panel. Perhaps it was the residual effect of the drug's initial burst of power being suppressed, but the effect of fifteen vials was actually stronger than the effect of nineteen vials last time.

[Lu Mingfei (Heart of Slaughter/Pseudo-Dragonbone State/Limited-Time Enhancement)]

[Rank: S-class Hybrid (Bloodline Experience: (9526/10000))]

[Authority: None (???)]

【Word of Power: Vampire Scythe】

[Item Backpack: Level 7 (500 slots)]

Luck: D - (Slightly below the average human level)

[Attack/Skill: SS- (Far exceeding the actual limits of pure-blooded humans) (Temporary Enhancement)]

[Speed: SS (far exceeds the actual limit of pure-blooded humans) (temporary enhancement)]

[Physique: SS (far exceeding the actual limits of pure-blooded humans) (Temporary Enhancement)]

[Combat Skills: A- (Without systematic combat training, his knife skills, honed through hundreds of life-or-death experiences, have barely reached the edge of world-class elite levels)]

[Gun Skills: SS+ (You've basically lost touch with humanity)]

[Subjective evaluation: Judging solely from the stats, you are undoubtedly a super hybrid who has stepped into the monster world. The large amount of drugs made for the White Monarch bloodline has accumulated in your body, which will be the trigger for your inner turmoil. You can suppress the poison and the Fruit of Wisdom for the rest of your life.]

[Objective Evaluation: King of stealing points in the "newbie village", Deadpool's killing machine, the only true Amaterasu in Genji Heavy Industries, the one who cannot be defeated by a magnitude 6 earthquake, Tokyo indoor marathon champion]

[Inner monologue: I'm someone who often goes crazy too.]

Unlike the feeling of being completely drunk last time, his mind was clearer than ever before, even clearer than before he used the evolution drug. One of his eyes was already unable to close, almost like a dragon's eye; if it weren't for the scattered scales covering it, the blue veins next to his left eye would be almost exposed.

The pupils had no whites and no emotions; they were filled only with vast oceans of molten gold and long, dark red needles standing upright.

These eyes could belong to a wild beast roaming the wilderness, or to a demon making a wish in a bronze coffin, but they could never belong to a human being yearning for happiness.

The old-fashioned subway train slowly came to a stop. Dust floated in the area illuminated by the steam spotlights ahead. In the tunnel ahead, equally intense steam spotlights shone, and the headlights of the two trains faced each other at close range.

Just as they were about to collide, the old-fashioned subway finally obeyed the rules of this station; Nibelungen has its own complete set of labyrinth laws.

Upon seeing this, Mai Shude and Enxi Su in the monitoring room gave each other a high five and breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Mingfei lightly leaped from the train car door onto the platform next to the subway.

A piece of falling gravel was flicked away by him just before it hit his shoulder, and more and more gravel fell from above, like a rain of stones.

The tunnel seemed unable to withstand the erosion of the flowing water and began to collapse. Sand and dust fell in a flurry. The sickle weasels that lived in the crevices of the stone walls were unusually quiet. They dared not come out to disturb the journey of a certain evil spirit. Only those that were far away dared to fly out and escape.

Lu Mingfei took out his Nokia phone and dialed Fingel's number.

The call connected surprisingly quickly. He hadn't really held out much hope; it was rather strange that there was a good signal coming from the Nibelungen.

Is Fingal in the Nibelungen now?

"I'm almost at my final destination," he said.

"...Should I congratulate you or mourn for you?" Fingel asked tentatively.

"A moment of silence would be more appropriate. I think it won't be safe outside soon. If you have the chance, run away as far away as possible. It was nice to meet your senior brother Fingel."

"A mother-in-law's dying words? Junior brother, you're too late. I'm now hopelessly addicted to Subway Surfers."

"That's settled then, junior brother. I'm pursuing a guy, so hang up now if you're not interested."

"Senior, I really feel sorry for the male classmate who was your roommate in college."

"Beep beep beep..."

Lu Mingfei silently hung up and put down his phone.

Rainwater poured in from all directions through the cracks, almost overflowing the soles of our shoes. Water was pouring into the tunnel from the ceiling, the ground, the entrances, and the ventilation shafts—everywhere you could think of and see.

A disturbing downpour was falling on the subway platform, and the damp, cold air blew in our faces.

Black blood slowly flowed out of the subway car filled with Deadpool's corpses.

He walked alone in the cold rain, carrying a long sword and a wakizashi.

The tip of the long sword drew a line of sparks across the ground.