Mushroom Lord in the Underground City-Chapter 353 - 345: I’m Begging You

"This icy touch...!"

Sigmund, or rather, Lin Jun who temporarily took control of this body, pressed tightly against the cold, rough stone wall, his cheeks slightly distorted from exertion.

A look of happiness almost to the point of tears was on his face, as if embracing a treasure lost for years.

Then, he extended that vampire’s scarlet tongue, with a look of novelty and obsession, cautiously licking the back of his hand.

"Salty! Hahaha!" He burst into uncontrollable laughter, echoing eerily in the spacious hall.

It’s hard to blame Lin Jun for his loss of composure at this moment.

More than three years!

For more than three years, he had no sense of taste, no sense of smell, and even touch was limited to the lowest level of perception!

It was simply an inhumane life!

But now, he could once again genuinely feel the cold wall, taste the flavor!

He went for another lick.

Margas shivered, curling himself up in the darkest corner of the hall, not daring to breathe.

He had a rough idea of the Duke’s current situation, suspecting he was facing a real madman!

The body is like an "anchor" and "license" for the soul to exist in the world.

Losing one’s body, the soul would continuously be absorbed by the world. Taking the

initiative to abandon one’s own body to forcibly seize someone else’s — this was nothing short of seeking death!

What shocked Margas even more was the other’s extremely abnormal mental state.

This made him doubt, what on earth did that "Strange Dream" connect to?

His current state was abysmal, forcing him to hide his presence as much as possible, desperately praying that lunatic would completely ignore his existence...

In fact, he was temporarily successful.

"Sigmund" didn’t possess Lin Jun’s usual detection skills, and Lin Jun, totally immersed in the thrill of regaining a fleshly body, indeed didn’t notice the half-dead Evil Mage nestled in the corner.

Lin Jun’s mind was only fixated on one thought — fully taking over this body!

...

In the Will Space.

A part of Lin Jun’s soul was stranded here. Though the retreat was cut off, Lin Jun didn’t feel the pain of his soul being torn apart, just that more of his soul power couldn’t be transmitted over. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

From the feeling alone, it was somewhat similar to ultra-long-distance [Subordinate Control].

For the vampire who stubbornly refused to cooperate with Lin Jun in confiscating this body, Lin Jun beat him while kindly advising: "Don’t resist, just go in peace! I’ll inherit your identity and legacy, and live for you well!"

"By the way, do you have a wife and kids? I’ll take care of them!"

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

The giant Puki performed "Merciless Chain Attack" against the blood race Duke who had no resistance except tenacity!

Looking at the vampire’s apparitional silhouette that could barely speak coherently, yet reformed time and time again with its astounding willpower, Lin Jun found it increasingly annoying.

Even more exasperating than getting his pinky finger repeatedly jabbed before!

"I’ve tried so hard, why won’t you just die?!"

Fortunately, hard work pays off.

Recently hit hard by the Abyss, and suffering from the agony of soul tearing, now being repeatedly tormented by Puki in the Will Space, even Sigmund with his steely tenacity was finally about to crumble.

Lin Jun’s sweat and effort seemed to finally be yielding results!

However, this reward wasn’t what he wanted.

As Sigmund’s spirit neared collapse, the entire consciousness space began to tremble violently, with countless cracks emerging.

And Lin Jun was horrified to realize he could no longer control the vampire’s body with ease?!

The connection became incredibly unstable, intermittently disrupted.

"Why?! Isn’t it natural that after killing him, the body should rightfully belong to me?" Lin Jun was astonished, even feeling a rush of panic.

Losing this portion of the soul was fine, a few days of recovery would suffice. But if he lost this body he dreamt of, where would he find another one?!

The previously assaulting vampire Puki turned around and with a thud, knelt beside Sigmund, whose spirit body was struggling to reform yet becoming increasingly transparent.

"Hang in there, buddy! You’ve lasted so long, just a few light punches, don’t die like this!"

"Think of your kids! Think of your wife! What will they do if you’re gone?!"

"Friend... Big brother! I’ll call you big brother! Don’t die, I beg you!"

Nonetheless, Lin Jun’s previous efforts and sweat were not deceiving; Sigmund was indeed already pushed to the brink of death.

Spiritual power kept leaking from the gaping wounds of his torn soul, his entire projection in the Will Space becoming increasingly transparent.

Sigmund looked at the enormous Puki occupying his entire vision, bewildered why someone with such little soul knowledge could possess such immense spiritual power.

But it didn’t matter anymore, he was about to die.

It’s just a pity...

"To die like this, it’s just... so stupid..."

"Die? I forbid you to die!" If Lin Jun had eyes, they would definitely be red with urgency now.

A tendril blocked Sigmund’s wound!

Lin Jun didn’t know if it would work, he just instinctively acted in reverse based on experience.

Proactively forfeiting control over the contacting part of the soul, fitting it in, letting the other party use it to fill the gap.

"Survive! You’re going to survive!"

...

Margas struggled to support himself against the wall, moving out from the dark corner.

Just a moment ago, the Duke suddenly erupted with a shout of "I forbid you to die!" and then fell straight to the ground, not moving for quite a while.

He was internally conflicted, wondering if he should immediately call the guards given the timing, or take the risk to personally control the Duke’s body, which seemed to be invaded by something foreign?

Ultimately, his current state was too poor, exhausted and depleted, just barely managing to protect himself.

As he hesitated, Sigmund lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes! Those blood-red pupils stared directly at Margas.

Margas’ heart tightened sharply, forcing himself to ask tentatively with a dry, hoarse voice: "Duke?"

"It’s me." That familiar, emotionless tone sounded, bringing Margas a huge sense of relief, nearly collapsing his resolve.

He quickly stepped forward, cautiously helping Sigmund to his feet, and asked carefully, "Duke, you... your earlier situation..."

Sigmund suddenly extended a hand, seizing the Evil Mage’s withered arm, looking straight into his eyes and said, "Margas, many unforeseen situations have occurred. But I know, not all of it was your fault, you... truly did your best."

"Duke?!" Margas was a bit puzzled.

"But... I’m sorry."

Before the words fell, Sigmund’s arm, like the sharpest blade, abruptly pierced Margas’ chest, destroying his heart!