Heroic Death System (BL)

ARC 12 : I AM AN EVIL PEN

Chapter 145

TL: Resonance

Shang Ke condensed himself into his spiritual state and floated about in the dark room. Once in a while, he would glance at the man who was sleeping on the bed. Suddenly, his figure came to a stop. He remembered that when he transmigrated into a statue, he had imparted his believers with skills by entering their dreams.

Although an evil pen wasn’t as strong as a statue, he should be able to enter his dream using the power gained after converting the negative energy.

Shang Ke circulated the power within his body. The power within his body was in a mess and all tangled up without order, perhaps because his body has been hungry for too long or because it was never managed. Shang Ke tried using cultivation methods to segregate and refine his powers. He only managed to smoothen his power after circulating it for a few days. The irritable sense of hunger also lessened significantly.

Looks like spiritual practice is also suitable for a pen spirit. However, this world doesn’t have spiritual qi. The only thing he could circulate was the negative energy accumulated by the pen spirit.

As it turns out, the pen spirit has perished because it lost its source of negative energy and also because it didn’t know how to cultivate. If Shang Ke can’t find ways to extend his life, he will soon follow the footsteps of the pen spirit.

Normally, everyone has negative energy on them. No matter how little they had, it was enough to maintain all of Shang Ke’s basic needs. However, Wen Jingrong was an exception. Even if he had negative energy on him, it will be neutralized by his blessing very quickly without leaving even a tiny bit behind. As for the negative energy on the people around him, there wasn’t even a chance to get near them.

What Shang Ke wants to do is to quickly cultivate his powers so that he can break free from the barriers of the contract faster. Then, he can start absorbing negative energy from people other than Wen Jingrong.

After making up his mind, Shang Ke circulated his powers. He turned into a cloud of smoke and entered Wen Jingrong’s dream.

He has no way to control someone’s dream with his current power. He could only be in it as a “guest”.

Although an evil pen wasn’t as strong as a statue, he should be able to enter his dream using the power gained after converting the negative energy.

“Who are you?” A voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Shang Ke turned around subconsciously and revealed a… blank face.

Wen Jingrong: “…”  He was looking forward to seeing his face, only to realise that the other person didn’t have any facial features at all. The disappointment in his heart was way more than his fear.

“Who are you?” Wen Jingrong asked again. Despite the person’s blurry appearance, Wen Jingrong still wanted to know his identity.

Shang Ke wished to reply very much. However, he didn’t have a mouth he could use. He could only be a quiet (faceless) handsome man. He also felt desperate.

Wen Jingrong narrowed his eyes. He tried to find Shang Ke’s facial features on that blank face. Unfortunately, it was blurry from start until end.

He rarely dreamed, but whenever he dreamed, he always woke up feeling empty as if he had lost something or was searching for something. The appearance of this man in his dream caused his unsettled thoughts to feel sober for the first time.

Wen Jingrong couldn’t help but stretch out his hand wanting to feel his existence more vividly. However, Wen Jingrong’s fingers had just touched his body when everything before his eyes became blurry and then fell completely into darkness.