Chapter 398

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Chapter 398: Give You a Ride

The Broken Paradise is not a paradise.

Bai Wei walked on, collecting several ancient god remnants and passing through several trials.

Currently, he had:

Courage Feathers +3

Justice Feathers +1

Diligence Feathers +2

Courage Feathers enhance courage, but Bai Wei had underestimated them.

They don’t just increase courage and make one braver; they also provide immunity to certain negative mental effects. They help resist damage from some mental-based ancient god remnants.

Justice Feathers also play an important role.

They amplify attack damage, like attaching a boost against evil attributes. Most of the ancient gods, old gods, and outer god remnants here are evil gods — at least in the eyes of heaven.

Diligence Feathers are about compensating for shortcomings through hard work.

They increase the efficiency and speed of attack and movement. If someone is diligent enough, whenever someone looks at Bai Wei, he can strike with a dozen slashes. Don’t ask why, it’s simply because he’s too diligent.

It’s clear that the various challenges in Broken Paradise actually offer significant benefits.

The more feathers you have and the more challenges you go through, the greater the continuous boosts you can stack, giving you a stronger advantage against these godly remains.

This is good news.

However, the few remnants encountered along the way were too weak.

Bai Wei didn’t waste time playing games with them. He went straight into battle.

It’s like the enemy encounter system in an RPG: you take a few steps and encounter enemies, then you decide whether to fight or flee.

Either you enjoy war, want to play a game, or you just want to avoid the hassle.

Bai Wei didn’t waste any time and kept pushing forward.

An hour passed quietly, and he had covered about one-fifth of the distance.

He felt the distance getting shorter, his energy still plentiful.

But just as he walked a few more steps, he suddenly heard a cry for help.

The woman’s scream was clear, not far away. However, after being tricked once before, Bai Wei was cautious this time.

Instead of immediately rushing toward the cry, he grabbed the back of Crouching Tiger’s neck to stop it, then turned to look.

At first glance, he nearly couldn’t hold it in.

“Mine! Mine!”

“What’s yours? It’s mine! Don’t compete with me!”

“You all came later, I came first!”

“Can’t she be divided?”

“Why should I give it to you? Get lost!”

Several remnants were gathered together, each with a different shape. One resembled a tree, another an elephant, one looked like a square, and another resembled a skull.

Remnants of the ancient gods or outer gods can generate all sorts of strange forms or mix together to become something new, creating endless wonders.

Since these remnants were arguing with each other, the person in the middle was temporarily unharmed, spared by their bickering.

These few remnants even began to fight each other, all just for a piece of meat. They struck each other, faces turning blue and swollen, blood splattering everywhere.

The woman in the middle saw this opportunity and ran away. As she did, she noticed Bai Wei and waved her hand, shouting for help.

Bai Wei wondered why he was riding a big cat. It didn’t seem like something an ordinary person would do. Was this some kind of evil god residue?

Then he recognized the person and jumped down. He patted Crouching Tiger’s bottom, saying, “Let’s go, Big Orange.”

Big Orange roared and leapt into the group of ancient god residues.

With every leap and swipe of its paws, it crushed two of the ancient god remnants. The tiger’s fighting strength was formidable, especially after devouring many ancient god remnants.

It was like how dogs can become addicted to biting people — releasing tigers had a similar addictive thrill.

Weak ancient god remnants could only imprison others through their games. Otherwise, they were driven away continuously.

Once they fall into the opponent’s rules, they often become the other party’s takeout. But if they don’t fall into the game trap, they can keep running.

Generally, ancient god remnants don’t leave their familiar territory. Otherwise, they’d easily become food for other remnants.

“Looking at it this way, you’re quite lucky,” said Bai Wei. “You weren’t trapped in their game, so you were able to run this far… No wonder you’re the once-in-a-millennium songstress. Even here, you’re being chased. How much syrup candy do you have hidden on you?”

Hatsurai Wagaizuma, who had just escaped death, leaned on her knees, gasping for breath. After catching her breath, she complained, “At a time like this, Mr. White, instead of teasing me, shouldn’t you comfort me first?”

“I’m just amazed at how lucky you are,” Bai Wei said. “Isn’t that comforting?”

“I was so scared I almost peed myself!” Hatsurai Wagaizuma squatted down, rubbing her sore thigh. Her voice trembled. “These jerks chased me for over half an hour. My legs were about to break. Not only couldn’t I shake them off, but they kept multiplying!”

She was truly terrified, scared half to death.

It was only then that she felt safe. She rubbed her red eyes, stuttering as she spoke through interrupted breaths, “If I hadn’t run into Mr. White, I thought I was going to die here… I encountered several people along the way, but they just ignored me and ran when they saw those guys behind me. I, I… I was thinking, if Mr. White didn’t notice me either, what would I do…”

For a little girl, this kind of experience was indeed terrifying.

In a video, a mountaineer encountered a leopard halfway up the mountain. He kept retreating, shouting at the leopard, confronting it for ten minutes, and finally drove the animal away. A true brush with death.

These “remnants” were like hyenas, wolves, tigers, and leopards. Imagine being chased by a group of them for over ten kilometers.

Bai Wei realized his previous words had been somewhat inappropriate.

Hatsurai Wagaizuma was just an ordinary girl, not Jingūji, not Hokusinn Kichyō, and definitely not Yagyū Simozi. They were worlds apart in mental strength.

“Sorry,” Bai Wei apologized sincerely. “I should’ve paid attention to you earlier.”

Hatsurai Wagaizuma was stunned by the straightforward self-reflection. She immediately understood and felt helpless.

“No, no, no, I’m the one who should be thanking you…”

She kneeled down, pressing her fingers against the ground and bowed deeply, performing a formal gesture of gratitude.

Her actions, though unplanned, revealed that she had received proper education and had the basic manners of a well-mannered lady, even though her attire didn’t match the formality.

Bai Wei couldn’t handle the kneeling and bowing. He had seen this before in the Divine Land, but who liked to have their knees touch the ground?

He pulled her up and examined her, noticing that besides her torn black stockings, there were no major injuries, though there was a scratch on her calf — it seemed to have been scraped.

“I’m not injured,” Hatsurai Wagaizuma said. “This wound… isn’t from those monsters.”

She didn’t explain further, but Bai Wei could guess the rest.

Broken Paradise isn’t the real world, so everyone who comes here is inevitably anxious. Some may even have ulterior motives.

Those who can break free from the illusion of paradise often have something special within them. Villains and criminals are more inclined to seek the confinement of beautiful dreams, but they destroy their own happiness due to new desires, much like a forever unsatisfied greedy snake.

Bai Wei saw the expression she didn’t want to reveal. He guessed she’d been targeted by some bad people because of his famous identity. He didn’t speak about it, but instead, he patted her shoulder.

“Just treat it as being bitten by a dog,” he said. “Don’t take it too personally.”

Hatsurai Wagaizuma’s shoulder slightly sank.

She used to resist contact with the opposite sex, but this time, she didn’t resist. Instead, she felt at ease.

Everyone has their own little secrets. When the other person doesn’t pry too much, maintaining an appropriate distance is a form of care.

She’d been through similar situations before. One day when a relative came, upset, she gave a cold expression to everyone.

If anyone thought she was experiencing something major, they would pester her. This only added to the pressure she already felt. Some things aren’t solved by just talking.

When a person wants to confide, they will naturally speak up. If they don’t, there’s always a reason.

She didn’t want to talk about what had happened before.

Just thinking about it gave her a chilling feeling.

Snore~

As she daydreamed, Hatsurai Wagaizuma suddenly felt a rush of hot air approaching.

Something brushed against her from behind. When she turned around, a beautiful, colorful golden gradient large orange cat stumbled and fell onto Bai Wei.

Humans think cats are cute because they’re small.

But cats of the same size as other big cats can be terrifying if they get too close.

Bai Wei reached out and touched Crouching Tiger’s chin. The magic in the sword became stronger with each contact, leveling up with more devouring.

He heard what Crouching Tiger Sword was thinking and glanced at Hatsurai Wagaizuma.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, feeling uneasy.

“It says your blood has a special taste,” Bai Wei translated. “That might be why so many residues are chasing you.”

Hatsurai Wagaizuma’s face changed color.

“My blood…”

From her expression, Bai Wei realized she knew something. It wasn’t shock but realization.

She quickly removed her coat and tore a piece of cloth from her shirt, revealing her toned abdomen and abs. She wrapped the cloth around her leg to stop the bleeding.

“This should take care of it.”

The scene fell silent once again as the two locked eyes.

The songstress, who only knew how to sing and not fight, realized she was just a burden in this place.

She carefully considered how to ask the boss for help.

Bai Wei jumped onto the back of the tiger and extended his hand to the troubled lady, saying, “Come up, I will give you a ride.”