Clever Omen

"Have you learned your lesson?" Feng Xue emerged from the cave again, carrying several lumps of iron she had dug out of the cave, which she then tossed aside by the roadside.

This thing wasn't something he found in the mine; in fact, if he found something good, he would usually melt it down on the spot. This lump of iron was just bait that he thought was the right size to lure some fools.

After all, he was always going into caves but never bringing back any results, which was bound to arouse suspicion.

However, it turns out that the "hyenas" who make a living in this area are not so stupid.

After casually clapping her hands, Feng Xue tidied herself up and disappeared from the roadside again, heading deeper into the Garbage Mountain.

According to the map, this Garbage Mountain covers an area of nearly 150 square kilometers. Some people may not have a good grasp of this area, so to put it in perspective, it's even larger than the area of Mount Hua.

In this vast mountain range, apart from the area near the airport which was compacted, most of the area is made up of loosely piled-up garbage. It is difficult for ordinary people to even stand on these uneven piles of garbage.

While using a crowbar to sweep away the trash blocking the road and make the ground as flat as possible, Feng Xue used his cheat code to observe his Golden Finger. The jumbled Garbled Code and elements that almost filled his field of vision made him subconsciously lower his head to minimize the number of items in his crosshair.

"It would be great if the transparency of the bullet comments could be increased." Feng Xue muttered casually, but his steps suddenly stopped, and with a slight sound, he suddenly threw the salt in his hand.

Whoosh!

The instant the salt packet was thrown into the air, Feng Xue suddenly raised her wrist, and with her ring and middle fingers working in unison, the Blade of Suffocation precisely pierced the salt in mid-air.

A handful of fine salt exploded in the air, followed by a piercing howl.

Feng Xue didn't care whether his attack had successfully blinded the newcomer. He took a step to the side, grabbed the crowbar that had slipped from his sleeve, and thrust it out without hesitation toward the source of the sound.

I won!

The slight obstruction told Feng Xue that he had hit the target, but the touch, which was softer than flesh and blood, gave rise to some unpleasant thoughts.

Without any hesitation, Feng Xue let go, without even trying to pull out the crowbar. She then pulled on her cloak and disappeared from the spot. At this moment, the fine salt just landed. Feng Xue casually picked up the Blade of Suffocation that had fallen into a plate and looked at the monster in front of her, whose body was covered with a layer of white frost.

It was a monster that looked like it was made of mud, with its gaping maw wide open, constantly writhing.

Although it looks somewhat like a classic real-type slime, it also has eyes, which slimes don't have.

At this moment, Unspeakable Rod-shaped Object was inserted near its mouth, and pus-like liquid was gushing out from the wound.

The pale purple liquid dripped into the garbage heap, making a hissing, corrosive sound, which made Feng Xue immediately hold her breath.

As mentioned before, Wu doesn't need to breathe, but his human habits would instinctively make him inhale and exhale. However, seeing such a clearly poisonous thing, no matter how uncomfortable Feng Xue was, she forcibly stopped breathing.

"It has a physical form, not like the old-fashioned slime which is immune to Shoggoth or anything like that." Feng Xue looked at the three elements [Poison], [Filth], and [Garbage] constantly surging within the mosaic-like black sphere above the monster's head, and quickly took a few steps back.

But this mud monster wasn't just good at ambushing. Seeing Feng Xue trying to run away, it ignored the crowbar stuck in its body and suddenly closed its huge mouth. The way it looked like it was about to vomit was enough to make anyone feel physically uncomfortable. But compared to that discomfort, what followed was the various kinds of garbage covered in a purple, viscous liquid that made people's scalp crawl.

Although he held his breath, Feng Xue could almost smell the stench that made him dizzy. However, Feng Xue was no longer a novice who needed to rely on rolling around like a donkey to gamble on the probability of such an attack. After countless practice sessions, as soon as he had the idea of dodging, the cloak that had become one with the shadows enveloped him once again.

The skill of Ghostly Evasion is similar to the Ninja's substitution technique, but instead of using a log or a white rabbit as a substitute, it uses a shadow of similar size to the user.

Garbage covered in thick purple pus slammed onto the ground. As the pus splattered, a hissing sound and smoke rose up. Even though she held her breath, Feng Xue, who was ten meters away, still felt dizzy.

Faced with this situation, Feng Xue no longer had the idea of practicing Sword Technique. Instead, she directly took out the Disassembly Madonna and the Gynomorphic Filter from her Storage Bag.

As soon as Feng Xue picked up the filter, the monster in front of her immediately changed its appearance. Its originally disgusting face turned into a delicate and smooth blackish-purple color, and its smooth body curves had a style reminiscent of slime girls in eroge.

She was sitting on the ground in a duck-like position, forcefully pulling the crowbar from her shoulder.

"This damn thing is toxic!" Feng Xue muttered, but he didn't waver in the slightest. Although it was a bit perverse, he had to thank this equipment. Under its effect, he no longer treated his opponents differently based on their gender or appearance. Otherwise, if it were the old him, he might have fallen because his opponent was good-looking and he had shown mercy to them.

The sky was bright at this moment, but as the fog gradually spread, the Disassembly Madonna was still coated with two layers of silver light. The +2 sharp silver light cut through the thin fog, but it was not the Disassembly Madonna, but the Blade of Suffocation had been reloaded.

In their brief exchange, Feng Xue realized that this thing was probably similar to the sticky fruit user in One Piece; although it looked like a fluid, it was actually just mud (and secretions) stuck to its body.

The bleeding "shoulder" from being poked by the crowbar is proof of that.

In this way, even if the exact location of the Main Body cannot be determined, its mouth can still be used as a target.

Having finally locked onto Feng Xue's location again, "Slime Girl" opened her mouth once more. But this time, before the filth could even be expelled, the Blade of Suffocation, inheriting the sharp effects of the Disassembly Madonna, pierced straight through her mouth like a scorching hot blade piercing butter.

"Thud."

The soft, sticky sound, like a wet rag being slapped onto tiles, reached Feng Xue's ears, but he didn't lower his guard in the slightest, nor did he even have the slightest thought of going forward to pick up the Blade of Suffocation.

It wasn't because it was contaminated with some kind of poison; it was simply because the mosaic sphere above the Omen showed absolutely no sign of dissipating.

This thing is still playing dead.

"Are Omen really that clever?"