The Endless Underworld (9)
Spring was in full bloom.
For a place that had once been dim and lifeless, the sudden light and bustle brought a bright, cheerful feeling, like a Qingming Festival outing.
With that in mind, Fu Qian, who had clearly been looking forward to this for a long time, let out a loud roar to vent his feelings, without moving an inch.
Gospel Blast!
Amid the rolling waves of sound, an even more exaggerated commotion than before surged along the passage carved out by the stone pillars and struck the skeletal centipede head-on.
After making it dance wildly, the sound continued deeper into the distance, its reverberations lingering for a long time.
At the same time, of course, Fu Qian's body was swallowed by the torrent.
"...Are you all right?"
Standing nearby, Professor Lisha had also been swept up in the festive atmosphere. She only remembered to ask after Fu Qian, who had taken the torrent head-on, once it had passed.
Her tone wasn't especially worried, though, for a simple reason: the protection against decay was still in place, and she couldn't even feel it wavering.
That attack had been spectacular, but it seemed to have had no effect at all on the beneficent Demigod Fu.
The conclusion was terrifying when you thought about it, but at least it was terrifying in a good way—well, it had had some effect after all.
The next moment, Fu Qian turned around without answering, prompting Professor Lisha to revise her assessment a little.
The clothes on his chest were already in tatters, revealing what lay beneath—black body hair?
In Professor Lisha's frozen gaze, an extraordinary sight she had never imagined came into view.
Fine as threads, yet smooth and sleek.
The surface of that sharply defined body was evenly covered