Previously on...
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Bai Shuran smiled shyly at the earnest young man's words. "I created it based on the effects described in the novel. Pretty realistic, right?"
Realistic? Sure. But why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?
I'm just a nobody. Why does a monster like you have to hit me with a Pregnancy Stare?
Damn it all.
The earnest young man wept silently in his heart. But no matter how much he wanted to cry, there was no escaping the Pregnancy Stare.
As they spoke, the young man's stomach continued to swell without pause, undergoing drastic changes every minute.
First minute: One month pregnant, no visible changes.
Second minute: Two months pregnant, slight bulge.
Third minute: Three months pregnant, obvious protrusion.
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Ten short minutes passed, but to the young man, it felt like an eternity. Soon, his belly had grown as large as a woman's in her tenth month of pregnancy, ready to give birth at any moment.
By now, any thought of attacking Bai Shuran had vanished. The pain radiating from his abdomen left no room for anything else. It wasn't about strength or willpower—this was pure, unadulterated agony, condensed into tears of regret.
The excruciating pain overwhelmed his senses in an instant, triggering involuntary spasms. Even the slightest movement sent sharp waves of torment through his body. After enduring for a while, the young man finally collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat, howling in misery.
"Ah… It… hurts… Damn… it's really… the Pregnancy Stare… Ugh… Screw this…"
"But… bro… can you… hurry up… and cancel it? I… surrender… okay?"
Gritting his teeth against the tearing pain, the young man begged Bai Shuran for mercy.
Despite his pitiful state, Bai Shuran shook his head apologetically. "Sorry, this skill can't be canceled once cast. It'll wear off on its own once the pregnancy process completes. Don't worry—you won't actually give birth. At most, you'll just fart it out. I've tested it on someone before. I know how it works."
Everyone's eyes twitched at his words.
You tested it on someone?
How?!
Who was the poor soul subjected to such social death?
Moment of silence (hands clasped in prayer).
Hearing this, the young man despaired. His world seemed to turn gray in that instant.
Damn it, I'm done for.
Sure, not having to actually give birth was a relief, but who wanted to fart in public? Wasn't that just another form of social death?
Am I really about to suffer double social death today?
Noooo—
Before he could finish the thought, his expression changed drastically. A swelling pressure built in his lower body, as if something was about to burst forth.
Oh no… it's coming (heart turned to ashes.jpg).
Pfft—
A loud, drawn-out fart echoed through the air.
It was finally over.
Whether from pain or shame, the young man's eyes rolled back, and he passed out. In that last moment of consciousness, the once simple-minded youth had his first vengeful thought:
Heavens, someone please take this menace away!!!
With that, he blacked out, marking the end of his grueling ten-month pregnancy ordeal.
Everyone watching, both inside and outside the arena, felt a chill run down their spines. Instantly, Bai Shuran was unanimously ranked as the number one person not to provoke—even by the disguised members of Quanxing.
After all, while they weren't afraid of death, social death was another matter. One hit from that skill, and they'd be humiliated beyond repair.
Gu Ruoli observed Bai Shuran's victory without surprise; the outcome was expected. Her mind raced, strategizing how to deal with him.
Fly with angel wings and attack? No, that'd make her a sitting duck.
Close combat? Please. Her melee skills were decent against average opponents, but against Bai Shuran? Hah.
Dodge and evade? Not sustainable—prolonged defense would fail.
Outlast him? Impossible. As a rookie, how could she compete with a modern martial arts prodigy in energy reserves?
After weighing every option, Gu Ruoli realized only one path remained: her Divine Ring Master system.
"Should I cheat?"
She hesitated, thinking of her absurdly overpowered Martial Spirit. But the memory of Bai Shuran's "Tyrant Song's Gaze" sent a shiver down her spine.
"Better to cheat than face social death."
Resolved, Gu Ruoli activated her Martial Spirit without hesitation.
"Infinite Sigil, manifest."
An intricate Spirit Seal appeared on the back of her right hand, while five black Spirit Rings materialized behind her. Sensing the five Power Imprint Cards stored within the Infinite Sigil, she pondered:
"Zhongli, Xiao Shi, He Xi, Xiao Yan, Gabriel."
Which of their powers could end this fight the fastest?
Not counter Bai Shuran—overwhelm him.
Gu Ruoli was confident. The Infinite Sigil didn't just replicate Martial Spirits; it also borrowed the original users' strength. Though her Divine Ring Master rank was low, limiting how much power she could channel, even a fraction would suffice.
No matter how unfathomable Bai Shuran's strength is, can he compare to He Xi, Gabriel, or Xiao Shi?
Impossible.
One was a 30,000-year-old member of the Angel Civilization's Three Kings. Another was the daughter of the 50,000-year-old guardian of Shenzhou, the Crimson Phoenix Immortal. The last was Heaven's most outstanding graduate angel.
(End of Chapter)