Out of Your Mind

[The emperors were not particularly surprised by your bizarre appearance. After all, the Abyss Plane had countless creatures stranger than you. Your little oddities were hardly worth mentioning to them.]

["Good! Very good! You bastards! Become my nourishment! I'll carry your share with me as I ascend to a divine seat!" You laughed wildly, killing and devouring emperor after emperor with your bare hands. Blood drenched your entire body, as though you had just emerged from a pool of it.]

[Of the seventy-two emperors, more than half soon died in your slaughter. Not a single one was merely wounded. None who came into contact with you survived.]

["Damn it, what kind of monster is he? Why is he so strong?" one emperor said through gritted teeth.]

[The other emperors were suffering just as badly. You were too strong—so strong that you hardly seemed to belong to the same tier of life as them.]

[You did not care what your nourishment thought. You kept killing, exhilarated by the slaughter. You wanted more blood, more lives. Your appetite kept growing, and a few Devil Emperors could no longer satisfy the murderous desire rising within you.]

[Before the remaining emperors could react, a faint breeze drifted through the air, then transformed into pitch-black threads that sliced the Devil Emperors to pieces.]

[Even after devouring all seventy-two emperors, your body remained unsatisfied. Your mind urged you to keep slaughtering.]

[Your eyes brimmed with every kind of negative emotion. "Blood! Life! I need more lives! You animals should feel honored to become part of me!" In a frenzy, you landed on a continental landmass and began hunting and devouring the abyssal creatures there without restraint.]

[You were almost crazed with killing. Wherever you passed, nothing remained but blood. Abyssal creatures were food, and as a good child, you would never waste food.]

[In the two hundred and second year of the simulation, your slaughter drastically reduced the number of abyssal creatures in a short time. You had no idea how much their numbers had fallen, because you had already stationed yourself at the passage through which abyssal creatures entered Douluo Star. Anything that emerged was immediately devoured by you.]

[With the contribution of hundreds of billions of abyssal creatures, your foundation concentration soon reached 900%. Yet you still sensed no sign of your martial soul evolving. Your strength merely doubled again.]

[Because of you, the Abyss Plane's consumption of Douluo Star slowed considerably. The Abyssal Sage King soon noticed your little antics. To be safe, he directly dispatched the emperors of the seventy-third through one hundred and seventh layers.]

[You were utterly thrilled at the sight of dozens of Limit Douluo-level emperors appearing.]

["You stand before me, yet refuse to kneel? Then die!" A black sword condensed from evil qi appeared in your hand, while black energy of the utmost wickedness swirled around your body.]

[For a moment, the Seventeen Abyssal Lords felt that you were the villain, while they were more like saviors.]

[You swung your sword. Instantly, countless black threads materialized in the air at a speed none of them could react to, slicing the dozens of emperors to pieces.]

[Seeing that the thirty-seven emperors still retained a little vitality despite being sliced apart, you landed and walked up to them. "I do not kill anyone beneath this sword," you said. Bending down with a widening grin, you laid the sword flat on the floor of the passage.]

[At the sight of this maneuver, the thirty-seven emperors offered their warmest insults to your family.]

[After they insulted your family, your expression gradually grew impassive. You stitched the thirty-seven emperors together into an enormous mass of flesh, then cut meat from their bodies while healing them, torturing them without end.]

[The mass of flesh looked revolting, filled with all manner of grotesquely shaped tissue. Some emperors had their upper bodies inside it, while others had theirs outside. Some unlucky ones inside even had their faces pressed toward other emperors' backsides. There were also many organs turned inside out.]

["Even now, you still refuse to beg for mercy? I truly admire your backbone." Looking at the emperors, whose mouths had been sewn shut and tongues cut out so they could not speak, you whispered like a demon.]

"Look, kid, is it really okay to play around like this? Sure, they were wrong to insult you, but at the very least, people shouldn't... can't do things like this, right?" Just reading the simulation text, Su Ming could feel how desperate the thirty-seven emperors were.

[Perhaps feeling that merely slicing off meat was not satisfying enough, you gave it considerable thought and came up with a new method of torture: making the abyssal creatures emerging from the passage breed with them. You did not care whether they were male or female. As long as they were abyssal creatures, you dragged them over to breed.]

[In the two hundred and third year of the simulation, the thirty-seven emperors died from your torture. Your combat power leaped forward once more, and your foundation reached 979%.]

[However, even after absorbing nearly a trillion units of abyssal energy, along with the energy of the Abyss's one hundred and seven emperors, your soul power level had only just reached Soul Elder.]

[In addition to your original dark soul core, you now had a wind soul core and an evil soul core.]

[Your soul power concentration had reached a level even you could not imagine. Of course, with that deranged intellect of yours, you could not have imagined it anyway.]

[The moment all the abyssal emperors died, the Abyssal Sage King noticed. He could not understand what had happened. How could a world still recovering from planar depletion kill so many of his subordinates?]

[The Abyssal Sage King desperately wanted to enter Douluo Star right away, but Douluo Star's planar will was still putting up fierce resistance. Even so, it could only withstand a few more years of the Abyss Plane's encroachment before giving out.]

[You knew nothing of this. You simply kept searching for food. The land, the seas, and the forests all went on your menu. Like a parasite, you steadily gnawed away at Douluo Star's last reserves.]

[You very much wanted to go to the Lake of Life, but remembering that you had yet to become a god, you put the idea aside for now.]

[Although you were deranged and your intelligence was somewhat questionable, you were not foolish enough to challenge a First-Level God with a Soul Elder's cultivation. In your view, you needed to become at least a Soul Ancestor before killing the Silver Dragon King and seizing the Lake of Life.]

[By your logic, the divine ranks consisted of Divine Official, Third-Level God, Second-Level God, and First-Level God—four stages in total. You had progressed from Soul Scholar to Soul Grandmaster and then Soul Elder, so reaching Soul Ancestor would also mean passing through four stages. Since both involved four stages, you saw little difference between a Soul Ancestor and a First-Level God.]

"Well... he really does have a brain. Just not much of one." Su Ming truly could not keep it together. Was he sure Su Laoliu's brain had not grown blisters? How could four stages of soul masters possibly be the same as four stages of gods?