Chapter 66 : Chapter 66
Chapter 66. The Sleep God Who Kills When He Falls Asleep
At the old but spotless stairwell landing, a scruffy young man with hair like a bird’s nest kept slapping his own cheeks to force himself to stay awake.
Su Linyu and Uncle Feng stared at him in stunned disbelief.
Jiang Yichen, however, was not surprised. The young man was the Phoenix Team’s “Sleep God,” yet he had to remain awake at every moment and could never allow himself to fall asleep.
“B-Boss!” When Sleep God heard the footsteps, a little life finally returned to his weary face. “Boss, you finally came.”
He hurried over, his bloodshot eyes only half open. “Boss, please think of something. The captain ran off with three team members. I could not stop him.”
“The Thunder Team is down to only Captain Lei Zhen now too. As for the other teams, it is even worse…”
Perhaps because of his lack of sleep, even his voice sounded dispirited.
Jiang Yichen gave a slight nod and said with a faint smile, “Everyone in the Phoenix Team has left. Why did you not leave?”
The young man shook his head and replied slowly, “I could not. You were the one who brought me back from the streets, Boss. You gave me food, clothes, and a place to live. I cannot repay kindness with ingratitude.”
Jiang Yichen froze for a moment. Four years ago, Sleep God had been a filthy, bedraggled boy begging by the roadside, with heavy dark circles under his eyes and an utterly slovenly appearance.
In his previous life, one night while he was worrying about the Phoenix Team’s roster and taking a walk on his way home, he had happened to witness Sleep God’s terrifying combat strength after a gang of thugs beat him unconscious.
That was when he discovered his SS-rank martial talent, “Dream Projection.”
It allowed him to project into reality any ability he could imagine in his dreams.
After Jiang Yichen recruited him, he became a member of the Phoenix Team under the codename “Sleep God.”
As for his real name, he had never once revealed it.
Jiang Yichen patted him on the shoulder. “I already know. There is no need to worry about it.”
“Huh? But Boss, there is only one month left before the 30th Huaxia Team League. Lei Zhen and I alone do not even qualify to register.” Sleep God’s bloodshot eyes were filled with anxiety.
“I have my own solution. Do not worry.”
Jiang Yichen smiled faintly.
Hearing that, Sleep God grinned as well, his expression relaxing… and his eyes slowly closing.
He had not slept for three days. The moment he relaxed, drowsiness crashed over him like a tidal wave.
His body immediately went limp, and he collapsed to the floor.
Damn it!!
The instant he fell asleep, Jiang Yichen’s first reaction was not to catch him, but to grab Su Linyu and pull her three steps back.
“Brother Yichen, what is wrong with him?” Su Linyu asked in confusion.
Jiang Yichen stared at Sleep God on the ground. “You will know in a moment.”
Uncle Feng was startled. “Young Master, you and Miss Su should get back. Sleep God is a sixth-realm Great Grandmaster. His Dream Projection talent is absurdly heaven-defying. Once he falls asleep, he cannot distinguish friend from foe…”
Before Uncle Feng could finish speaking, a black shadow shot out, and the surrounding space suddenly twisted.
Sleep God, who had been lying on the ground just a moment ago, had already vanished. Uncle Feng was shocked. Even as a seventh-realm Martial King, he had not seen how Sleep God disappeared.
“Little brats, are you looking for me?”
A teasing voice suddenly came from behind them. It sounded strangely ethereal, as though it had drifted out of a dream.
Jiang Yichen and the other two turned around and saw Sleep God standing there with his eyes closed, tossing a blue dagger in his hand and smiling mockingly.
He was completely different from the drowsy, dispirited figure he had been moments ago.
A space ability? Interesting.
With the powerful spiritual perception of a mind-user, Jiang Yichen could clearly track every movement of Sleep God, the sixth-realm Great Grandmaster.
“Little brats, are you ready to welcome a bloody slaughter?”
The corners of Sleep God’s mouth curled upward. His figure flickered a few times, then vanished into thin air once more.
What followed was an intense wave of killing intent that wrapped itself around all three of them.
“Wow, amazing. It really is just like the reports said. Once he falls asleep, it is like he becomes a completely different person. Even his strength and aura change.”
Even at a time like this, Su Linyu did not forget to take out a notebook and write things down.
Since she was going to help Brother Yichen manage the team, she needed to become familiar with its members.
Uncle Feng watched the surroundings with extreme vigilance, but in his Dream Projection state, Sleep God’s abilities were impossible to predict. As long as he could imagine something in his dream, he could use it.
Fortunately, Uncle Feng was a seventh-realm Martial King. The pressure of a higher realm allowed him to barely hold his own against Sleep God.
“Guess where I am.”
That hollow, dreamlike voice rang out again. Uncle Feng instantly felt a chill run down his back and hurriedly twisted aside.
A dagger flashing with cold light sliced past him, yet its wielder was nowhere to be seen.
Then flames spread across the floor, surrounding Uncle Feng on all sides.
A skyful of playing cards suddenly appeared in the air. Instead of burning when they dropped into the flames, they became coated in scorching fire.
As dense as a swarm of locusts, they shot toward Uncle Feng at blinding speed.
Thup, thup, thup…
The playing cards were like razor-sharp blades, leaving bloody cuts all over Uncle Feng’s body!
“Hmph!”
Uncle Feng let out a thunderous snort and stomped on the ground. Under the immense force of a Martial King, cracks spread across the floor, and his white shirt burst apart, revealing frighteningly powerful muscles.
The gravity within three meters of him instantly increased tenfold. The playing cards could no longer bear the pressure and dropped to the ground, while the flames were extinguished at once.
“Stop skulking around and playing tricks. Face this old man head-on if you dare.”
Jiang Yichen and Su Linyu simply stepped back and watched from the side.
This was not a situation that required them to make a move. Leaving it to a subordinate was enough.
Hm?
Yet under Jiang Yichen’s powerful spiritual perception as a mind-user, even though Sleep God had slipped into the void, his movements remained perfectly clear.
A feint? Is he targeting us instead?
Even as the thought crossed his mind, he heard the sound of a dagger slicing through space beside his ear.
Jiang Yichen merely shook his head. A small tear opened in space, and the dagger flew into it, vanishing without a trace.
“Young Master, be careful! He is on your side!”
Uncle Feng sensed it too, and panic rose in his heart. Young Master was only at the fifth realm. Facing Sleep God, a sixth-realm Great Grandmaster, he feared that…
“Sleep God, you have played enough. Come out.”
Jiang Yichen thrust out his right hand and plunged it into the void, unleashing the Void Hand Seal.
Under the invisible hand seal, Sleep God, who had been hiding in the void, was instantly forced out, and space shattered like glass.
Sleep God crashed heavily onto the ground, and no matter how he struggled, he could not get back up.
Huh?
Uncle Feng was dumbfounded. Even he, a Martial King, had been unable to drag Sleep God out, yet the Young Master had done it so easily.
“Damn it! Sleep God, why the hell did you fall asleep again? Do not let anybody die!”
At that moment, crackling lightning flashed, and a scruffy middle-aged man flickered into view.
“Sleep God, you…”
Hm?
But when Lei Zhen saw Sleep God pinned to the ground and unable to move, his expression froze.
What was going on here?