Chapter 356: Allen's Journey to Save His Brainwife
Boom!
The moment Allen tossed the person out into the corridor, the door slammed shut on its own.
The lights on each door lining the corridor dimmed noticeably—an ominous sign that something terrifying was approaching.
At the far end, mist began to roll in.
"Let's explain this scientifically," Allen muttered. "This guy's clearly using dry ice for dramatic effect. I respect the dedication."
Watching the thickening fog, Allen calmly waited for his opponent to appear. He added mockingly, "Evil spirits in horror movies are such idiots—always making a show of themselves to scare people. To someone like me, a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, they just look laughably stupid."
As he spoke, an evil spirit silently appeared at his side. Allen turned to it and asked casually, "Don't you agree?"
"…"
The spirit looked like a dried-up corpse, unnaturally long limbs, gray skin, sparse hair on its scalp, sunken cheeks and eye sockets—like a ghost that starved to death.
"You let my toy go," the spirit hissed. "So now, you'll be my new toy."
"Ugly and kinky," Allen said flatly. "Tell me—did you take a girl?"
The evil spirit gave a sinister smile, waved its hand to part the mist, and revealed a trapped Kevin.
But Kevin was in a terrible state.
Her arms and legs were twisted grotesquely, and her face looked as if it had been flattened and smeared like wet clay. At this rate, her consciousness would soon be eroded, and she'd be lost to the spirit realm—forever.
Smack!
As the evil spirit was proudly displaying its work, Allen suddenly slapped it across the face with no warning, sending it crashing into the wall.
The spirit stared at him in disbelief.
This was its domain—the spirit realm. How could a human possibly overpower it?
But Allen was no ordinary human. With all six of his class paths maxed out and his soul tempered by divine relics from the underworld, his spiritual strength was on another level. The likes of this spirit couldn't even compare.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Fists and kicks rained down like a violent storm.
"Do you even realize she's my brainwife?"
"I'm the Buddha-Bo Re now. I handle matters of the living and the dead."
"You've got guts pulling this crap in front of the main character!"
"…"
As Allen unleashed his furious beatdown, the Divine Hall floated above his head, silently absorbing the evil spirit's essence. One of the five core stars at its center glowed ever brighter.
Only Allen could see this Divine Hall—others had no way of perceiving it.
Boom!
With a final blow, the evil spirit disintegrated into dust.
Allen raised his head to gaze at the Divine Hall. The central "Heavenly Emperor" star seemed on the verge of breaking its shell.
"I think I get it now."
To create a true god required a long period of cultivation. If done the normal way, it might never be completed.
But the Devour Spirit ability from the Shaman class allowed him to absorb spiritual essence—effectively accelerating the birth of a true god.
Allen's expression shifted—from realization to devious excitement.
The spirit realm was crawling with evil spirits. If all of them became fuel for his Divine Hall, wouldn't that be the fastest way to complete it?
"No wonder the Shaman class has so few skills and doesn't even need levels… The Divine Hall is the real grind," Allen muttered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
A single Heavenly Emperor and 365 true gods—that was an insane workload. There was no way to finish it in a short time.
And with four more world jumps ahead, leveling might get increasingly difficult, let alone raising new gods.
"Who are you?"
Now that the evil spirit was gone, Kevin was back to normal—limbs and face restored. But looking up, she saw a stranger standing before her.
Allen froze. His heart sank.
He'd saved her twice, and all he got was "Who are you?"
"You heartless woman," Allen pouted and turned his head away stubbornly. "I'm giving you one more chance. Think carefully about what we mean to each other."
"…I remember now."
Kevin finally recalled the lunatic who'd saved her from the kidnappers not long ago. She struggled to recall his name. "Ai…"
"Say it!" Allen's eyes lit up. The hope of a simp burned bright once more.
"...Aigus?"
"No."
"Ariel?"
"Try again—two syllables."
"Aisen?"
"Close."
"Aiwei?"
"Starts with an L."
"Ailuo?"
"…"
Still no luck. Allen scratched his head in frustration. "Allen! My name is Allen! Last name Ai, first name Lun! The transmigrated male lead of this story!"
"…"
Kevin instinctively stepped back. The way he shouted with wild hair and manic eyes screamed unhinged. She'd just escaped the clutches of an evil spirit—no way she wanted to fall into the hands of a lunatic next.
"You're scared of me?" Allen asked, staring her down with the look of a man completely broken by life.
"N-no," Kevin replied timidly.
HAHAHAHA—
Suddenly, Allen covered his face and let out a loud, deranged laugh, like some twisted version of Iori Yagami.
"Do you know how much this hurts me?"
He stepped closer with each word, Kevin backing away involuntarily. His voice was unhinged, a madman ranting about heartbreak.
"You forgot my name… and now you're scared of me? That's it. My heart's dead. Sealed in concrete—with rebar."
"…"
Before Kevin could respond, the mist thickened again, and from within it emerged a towering ghost—nearly two meters tall, dressed in a black wedding gown. It lunged forward, embraced Kevin, and vanished back into the fog.
Allen stood there, stunned.
He was only messing around, and now his brainwife had been kidnapped again—this time by some creepy old ghost bride.
"Damn it! My brainwife got taken again again again!"
What else could he do? Allen grit his teeth and charged into the mist once more.
The fog was thick—visibility just three to five meters. All he could do was follow the corridor forward.
At the very end was a single door.
But opening it didn't lead to a wall—it led to a prison cell.
"Use the key."
Allen remembered the key's purpose, inserted it into the lock, and opened the door.
Suddenly, a whole new scene unfolded before him—a desolate street.
The sky above was pitch-black, no trace of light. Only the street lamps illuminated the path.
Despite the eerie emptiness, the buildings looked brand-new, like a ghost town untouched by time.
"Anyone here?" Allen called out.
Silence.
Then he remembered. "Right. This is the spirit realm. Of course there's no people."
He shouted again, louder: "Any ghosts here?"
Woooo…
A soft crying echoed back.
Allen's face lit up. "I knew it! I'm a freakin' genius."
He followed the sobbing and soon found a ghost bride squatting beside a trash can.
"Shit! Give me back my brainwife!"
Without hesitation, Allen charged in with punches and kicks, unleashing a flurry of blows. The ghost bride looked utterly confused and wronged.
She'd just been hiding in a corner, crying her ghostly little heart out—and suddenly this madman showed up, beating the hell out of her.
So wronged.
So aggrieved.
But there was no one she could even complain to.
Wooo…