Chapter 6 Whispers of the Subspace...

Although they are merely the lowest-ranking demons under the command of the Chaos God "Nurgle," to mortals they are walking biological virus reservoirs.

"Baka! Die! You filthy monster!"

Yamamoto Ichiro, enduring the stench that seemed to corrode his lungs, roared, drew his katana, and slashed at the Nurgle with all his might.

This strike was powerful and heavy; if it were to strike an ordinary wild animal, it would definitely cut it in two.

However, when the sharp blade touched Nurgle's slippery, rotting skin, a devastating scene unfolded.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

There was no blood splattering, and no screams.

The family heirloom katana, known as "refined steel," reacted instantly upon contact with the pus on the surface of the Nurgle's body, like a piece of tofu thrown into strong acid. It began to smoke, turn black, and rust at a visible speed!

In just two seconds, the gleaming katana was reduced to a rusty scrap metal bar, snapping in two with a "crack".

"What?!"

Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes widened. Before he could react, the Nurgle jumped up with a grin and, like a disgusting lump of snot, crashed into his right leg.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

A piercing scream instantly pierced the screen, causing hundreds of millions of viewers worldwide to instinctively cover their ears.

Yamamoto Ichiro's right leg, which had been hit, was instantly reduced to ashes.

Immediately afterwards, his skin began to turn black and ulcerate.

Visibly, his entire calf muscle turned into a pool of foul-smelling black water within seconds, revealing the withered and yellowed leg bone underneath.

There was no blood.

Only decay, the ultimate decay.

"My legs! My legs are gone! Help! Mom, save me!!"

Yamamoto Ichiro writhed on the ground in agony, but this only exacerbated the spread of the poison. His teammate Tanaka, pale with fright, didn't dare to help him up and instead scrambled away, perfectly embodying the phrase "betraying his teammate."

[Warning! Japanese athlete Ichiro Yamamoto has been infected with "Negative Corruption"! His vital signs are rapidly deteriorating!]

[WARNING! This virus is contagious at a conceptual level. Do not touch!]

In the live stream room of Japan, the chat was completely overwhelmed.

"Amaterasu Omikami! What kind of monster is this? It can even corrode swords?"

"Run! Tanaka, you coward! Save Yamamoto-kun!"

"Don't try to save it! It's a virus! You'll die if you touch it!"

"This is terrifying! This is something no human can possibly fight! Our Bushido spirit is a joke in front of it!"

Meanwhile, in the real world, the land of cherry blossoms also began to suffer the backlash of its national destiny.

The plants in a large park withered instantly, turning into a foul-smelling swamp. Hundreds of elderly people who were exercising in the morning suddenly felt itchy skin, and then green mold began to grow on their bodies.

Panic is spreading globally.

Only at this moment did everyone truly realize what the mysterious voice meant by "the real world" and "there is no second chance."

This is not a game.

This is a massacre.

……

The scene then cuts back to the Dragon Kingdom live stream room.

After witnessing the tragic scene next door, the hearts of the Chinese audience almost stopped beating.

"It's all over! Even the mighty samurai of Japan got wiped out by a little monster!"

"What about us? Su Che, that nerdy guy, is definitely no match for us!"

"Look! Something seems wrong with Su Che too!"

A cold, eerie wind suddenly swept across the previously peaceful subspace wasteland.

The smell of sulfur in the air became even stronger, even mixed with a sweet, bloody odor.

The surrounding space began to twist and fold without warning, and the reddish-brown sand on the ground seemed to come alive, slowly gathering into the shapes of painful and distorted human faces.

"Hehehe..."

"Look at me... join us..."

"In this hopeless universe, only chaos is eternal..."

"Offer me your flesh and blood... and I will give you unparalleled pleasure..."

A series of whispers, neither male nor female, neither crying nor laughing, suddenly rang out in the live broadcast room.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like countless tiny steel needles piercing everyone's eardrums and even stabbing into the cerebral cortex along the auditory nerve.

Even through the screen, viewers in the real world felt a strange sense of irritability and nausea, and some even began to experience mild auditory hallucinations.

At the scene, Lin Qingge, who was in the most critical situation, was in an even more precarious position.

"This is... the whispers of the warp..."

Lin Qingge's face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color.

As a reborn person, she knew all too well what this meant.

This is the direct erosion of mortal spirits by the power of chaos! Even without the appearance of monsters, this polluting mental fluctuation alone is enough to drive mortals with weak wills mad on the spot, turning them into chaotic believers who only know how to kill, or twisting them into a pile of rotten flesh.

In my previous life, countless elite soldiers suffered mental breakdowns amidst these whispers, ultimately turning their guns on their comrades.

"I can't listen... I can't think..."

Lin Qingge bit her lower lip tightly, oblivious to the fact that it was bleeding.

She covered her head with her hands, trying to shut out her hearing, but it was no use; the sound resonated directly in the depths of her soul.

My vision started to blur.

The wasteland before her seemed to have transformed into a writhing carpet of flesh and blood, while the obsidian peaks beside her turned into enormous tentacles, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at her.

Fear, stemming from her very soul, overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

"Su... Su Che..."

In her hazy state, she instinctively looked at the figure in front of her.

In her hallucinations, the whole world had been distorted and transformed into a scroll of hell.

But that one figure stood out.

That figure, with hands in pockets and a leisurely gait, remains clear and upright, without the slightest distortion around him.

Those twisted shadows that tried to approach him melted silently the moment they touched the hem of his clothes, like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun.

At this moment, Su Che was not as idle as he appeared on the surface.

He stopped and frowned slightly.

[Subspace turbulence interference detected.]

[Low-level Slaanesh voice detected; Tzeentch illusion is attempting to connect to the host's nervous system.]

On the system panel, a dense array of red warnings are popping up.

But in Su Che's eyes, this was not a fatal attack at all.

It's like you come home to find a swarm of flies buzzing around you and a few mice scurrying about at your feet.

An ordinary person would be terrified.

But who is he?

He is a future deity who has awakened the [Supreme Ruler of Chaos] system, and is the rightful fifth master of this subspace.

How dare a bunch of parasites act so arrogantly in front of their master?

"What a bunch of unruly stray dogs."

Su Che picked at his ear impatiently.