Chapter 102: Mutual Destruction

"I cannot believe it... I cannot believe I am dying here, slain by five weaklings... How is this possible? I have weathered far greater storms, yet..."

The remnants of Manjushage, falling from the sky, muttered in disbelief before being blasted into fine powder and utterly annihilated by a streak of pale black lightning that surged like a dragon.

"I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled!! Boy, even in death, I will not let you go!"

The sky full of pitch-black dust suddenly coalesced into a beam of dark, ghostly light, shooting straight toward the center of Mu You's chest.

The beam was incredibly swift, and with Mu You severely wounded and unable to dodge, it slammed directly into his body.

The ghostly light possessed a tangible weight, concentrated with the lifelong resentment and deathly aura of Manjushage. It tore through the flesh of his chest, only to find that it had not struck Mu You's spine, but rather... a black sphere that seemed neither metal nor stone.

Amidst the final, bewildered gaze of Manjushage, the peerless death ray was completely absorbed by the nuclear core and dissipated without a trace.

Feeling the immense force hitting his chest, followed by a wave of pain, Mu You knew that even a shred of that deathly aura would have been beyond his current body’s capacity to endure. Yet, the intense heat of the nuclear core immediately followed, obliterating the chilling death energy in an instant, drawing the terrifying power into itself.

An Ruxiang and An Ruohuan, seeing Manjushage’s final strike, were struck with panic. As the attack landed, Mu You let out a muffled groan, his face turning deathly pale before he went completely still.

Seeing this, the two women hurriedly patted Mu You’s face, leaning down to check the injuries of the young man beneath them. Suddenly, Mu You’s eyes snapped open, and with a playful grin, he pulled them both into his arms.

"My two little beauties, are you in such a rush to devour me?"

Having had the attack fully absorbed by the nuclear core, Mu You smirked roguishly at them. Two soft cries escaped the women as their faces were pressed firmly against Mu You’s muscular chest. They struggled in their panicked state, but Mu You held them tighter.

"Don't move. Behave."

His soft words, spoken with utter sincerity, left An Ruxiang and An Ruohuan dazed by the sudden shift in his tone. Subconsciously, they ceased their struggling, only to feel the healing power of the Fusion Holy Word circulating through Mu You’s body before he carefully channeled it into theirs, beginning to nourish their own near-death forms.

"Mmm..."

"Hnn..."

Two sounds of extreme comfort followed, sending tingles through Mu You’s entire body. Nourished by the Fusion Holy Word, his injuries were not only fully recovered, but the aftereffects of the Flame Phoenix Heaven-Mixing Slash were also completely healed. Furthermore, his physique felt even stronger than at its peak. Stimulated by the two beauties in his arms, he immediately felt a surge of desire, and the unbearable sensation only grew more intense.

Sensing his body beginning to react, Mu You scrambled to sit up and help them move aside before the awkwardness became too obvious. He looked at An Ruohuan and said with a bright, hearty grin, "Hello, I’m Mu You."

An Ruohuan blushed, glanced at An Ruxiang, and replied crisply, "An Ruohuan."

An Ruohuan was a woman of few words, each one clear and melodic. Her bright, sparkling eyes curiously scrutinized the boy for whom her sister had been willing to sacrifice her life, as if trying to discern his secrets. Recalling the warmth of his muscular chest and the lingering heat on her lips, she felt a trace of shyness mixed with her curiosity, yet she continued to look at Mu You boldly, smiling like morning dew dripping onto grass in early spring—ethereal and full of vitality.

"Hello, Sister Ruohuan."

Since entering this Death Row Paradise, Mu You had never seen such a cheerful girl. His own suppressed, lively personality was stirred, and he greeted her with a smile.

"Hmph, you don't look that old; for all I know, I might be your older sister, you know."

An Ruohuan pouted playfully, lifting her chin in a provocative gesture toward Mu You. She then cast an inquiring look at her sister. An Ruxiang smiled, looked at Mu You, and offered a similarly mischievous smirk, saying to her sister with perfect tacit understanding, "It seems you are about to have a younger brother."

"Wow, little brother Mu You, come here, let big sister stroke your little bald head. You look so cute."

Hearing this, An Ruohuan flashed her pearly teeth, raised her jade hand, and with the smile of a doting big sister, curiously reached out toward Mu You’s head.

Mu You’s face flushed red. If she touched him, it would be as good as being teased. He scrambled up and dashed toward Dian Shao and Jing Fei as if fleeing for his life. Dian Shao had already awakened, but Jing Fei was still in critical condition. Mu You channeled more of the Holy Word's power into him, and the latter began to recover, opening his eyes. Seeing Mu You acting as if nothing had happened, a bitter, speechless smile spread across his lips.

The five gathered together, surveying the wreckage before them with sighs of lament. This was only the first third of the exchange event, the "Forbidden Room of Cultivated Desire," and it had already forced them to exhaust all their trump cards and face life-or-death struggles. The remaining two segments would naturally increase in difficulty. If they could somehow pass "Death Breeding," following the historical precedent of the Death Row Paradise, the final and most difficult segment, "Immoral Stories," would certainly be absurdly challenging. This time, it was only because the An sisters had unleashed the Fusion Holy Word, and under its boundless augmentation, that Mu You had managed to execute the complete version of the Flame Phoenix Heaven-Mixing Slash to slaughter an S-class death row inmate who was two tiers above him.

It could be said that they were incredibly fortunate to have passed the "Forbidden Room of Cultivated Desire." It seemed the road ahead...

At this thought, Mu You’s slightly eased mood grew heavy again. He touched his chest with lingering fear; if he hadn’t embedded the nuclear core there, he would surely have died when it absorbed Manjushage’s final backlash.

Reflecting on this, Mu You reached toward the right side of his chest. When Manjushage had pierced him through just moments ago, a familiar surge of heat had erupted from that spot, just like the feeling when the Phoenix feather grew in his left chest. But the sensation had vanished in an instant, as if it were being repelled by the power in his left chest.

Yet, that newly awakened power was something Mu You absolutely craved. Like fire, it was the ultimate representative of destructive force: the Lightning Attribute!

Moreover, unlike Old Lady Xiao’s electric net, this lightning was pale black, and its destructive power was terrifying. If the blood-ink flames leaned toward incineration, then this pale black lightning leaned toward annihilation. If he could find a way to superimpose the two energies, the power of destruction would be absolutely peerless.

Thinking of this, Mu You couldn't help but touch his chest with longing, fantasizing about himself wielding thunder and fire, looking utterly domineering. However, to the other four, Mu You appeared to be licking his lips, kneading his own chest with a salivating, intoxicated expression. They all felt a shiver of extreme discomfort, and it was hard not to think of something else.

When Mu You saw the speechless expressions on everyone’s faces, he looked down at his own actions, and his face turned bright red to the very tips of his ears.