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Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 190: Escaping the Cave
Wen Ran clenched his fists, and in that instant, an immense surge of power coursed through him. His muscles felt as if they were forged from steel, impossibly strong, every fiber of his being vibrating with newly awakened might. He couldn't resist testing it out.
POW!
A deafening sound cracked the air as his fist shot forward, the simple motion of his arm causing a shockwave that reverberated through the surrounding darkness. The force of the blow was unimaginable—infused with all of his spiritual energy, it surged outwards like a violent storm. The very air seemed to bend and warp, rippling as if it were water disturbed by a stone.
Then, as if the world itself bent to his will, the darkness around him flickered and twisted. Before Wen Ran could even comprehend what had happened, he found himself standing in a familiar, dimly lit cave. His arm was still extended, the momentum of the punch lingering in the air. Xiao Mo's wide eyes met his, flickering with the same confusion, but neither of them could have expected what their eyes landed on next.
The statue of Wen Ran's past friend, once proudly standing in the cave, was now shattered. The head of the statue had been obliterated, its jagged remains scattered across the stone floor, a fine layer of fresh dust filling the thin air. The crackle of spiritual energy still hung in the cave, a testament to the raw power that had just been unleashed.
Wen Ran stared at the destruction in silence for a moment. The shock of his own strength still surged through him, but something else—a deep, bitter ache—settled in his chest. His gaze lingered on the shattered stone.
"Sorry, buddy," he muttered, his voice quiet but tinged with a strange finality. "But that's how you wanted me to send you off, right?"
The words tasted strange on his tongue, and as his gaze drifted to the remnants of the statue, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the years spent here in this place. He had never wanted to be here, never desired to be trapped in this forsaken cave, bound by the chains of a system that dictated his every move. But now, with the destruction of this statue—this symbol of his past—he was free.
The past, the memories of his old self and the chains that had held him to this place, were gone. The system could no longer control him. The statue of his friend, his real body, had been destroyed, just as he had once been—a prisoner in his own skin. But now? Now he was unbound, no longer a slave to the silent master who had kept him waiting for gods knew how long.
He took a long, slow breath, feeling the power surging through his veins, the weight of what had just happened settling in his gut. This was no longer the past, and that statue—his past—was nothing but dust now.
And he was free.
"Let's go, Xiao Mo. Let this old fool rest," Wen Ran said, though his voice was laced with a bitterness he could not hide. In his heart, he wished for the same freedom—freedom from the chains that bound him. But not this way. Not through the destruction of his past, not by the will of a system that sought to control his every move. No, he wanted to escape on his own terms, to live eternally by his own strength. Slavery would never be his path, and death was never an answer. He would make sure of it.
Xiao Mo, ever loyal and now more determined than ever, revealed her small, bunny teeth, trying to mimic a human smile. It was awkward, her attempt lacking the grace of a true smile, but something inside her had shifted. A new path had been opened to her—one that led straight to her master's heart. And that path, though not yet fully understood, felt like the only one worth walking.
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Together, they moved quickly, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the thick, swirling mist that enveloped the cave's entrance. Cautiously, they surveyed their surroundings. Wen Ran's instincts were sharp, honed by years of surviving under pressure, and he knew better than to let his guard down.
The elders of this area, those ancient and powerful beings, would not let him slip away so easily. If they found him, if they knew he had killed the mortals, it would be the end of him. There would be no mercy. No second chances. He had slaughtered mortals without a second thought, but now? Now, even the slightest misstep could spell his doom. If he revealed himself, even a whisper of his presence could lead to his death.
So, he made a decision. He wouldn't return to the sect. No, the ones he once planned to kill would have to wait—they would have to wait. He was no longer concerned with them. His survival came first. Once he reached the Nascent Soul stage, then—then he would deal with them. He would hunt down those who had wronged him, but not now. Not when he was so close to being free.
Yet, there was one problem. One little problem that gnawed at the edge of his mind, refusing to be ignored.
He had a quest—a mission, one that had never been completed. And if he abandoned it now, the system would mark it as a failure, and the consequences would be instant and deadly. It would kill him on the spot. He had no choice but to finish what he had started.
But what was the quest? Wen Ran's mind raced, trying to piece it together through the haze of exhaustion and pain. Then, it hit him like a bolt of lightning. The Golden Ape.
He froze, the realization crashing into him with the force of a thousand thunderclaps. The Golden Ape—he had encountered that beast before. Back in the depths of the jungle, when the scent of blood still clung to the air, he had crossed paths with the creature, yet it was the system itself that pulled him away from that battlefield... What a scam... It had been powerful, savage, and yet... he had let it slip away.