Music System In A Cultivation World: What The Fck? - Chapter 236

With the trees getting closer and closer to a dreadful black, my surroundings turned darker and darker. Panicking, I realized that the only think I could do… was follow the System’s commands.

So, with a deep breath, I did what any young and clueless boy would do: I danced without a care in the world.

Of course, I couldn’t do that awkward shuffle that all kids had in their arsenal during dances, so the next best thing that I did was whip out the disco dance moves.

I began to move my hands in the air erratically (mimicking a sprinkler) before I transitioned to the disco point. And, when I noticed that nothing happened, I moved on to the ultimate move- the card swipe.

Unfortunately, nothing happened.

The once-pink trees were now a worrying dark purple, their leaves curling into themselves and looking more like hypodermic needles than their regular heart-shaped look. Some, on the other hand, morphed so that their edges weren’t smooth, but rather a jagged edge, kind of like a chain-saw.

I shivered as I felt my eyes burn with an increased fervor. I moved my eyes to the tree trunks to try to ease the pain, but it was a mistake.

Black, bubbling sap oozed out of each tree, seemingly like the remains of a burned science experiment gone wrong. Even worse was the smell- each of the trunks’ discharge smelled like raw sewage and sh*t.

I gagged, immediately moving my sight towards the ground. Breathing through my mouth, it took a few seconds for me to regain my calm. Which I quickly lost right after.

Worms.

The black foliage of before turned into the creepy-crawlers, their slimly, grotesque bodies crawling all over my sandals.

I shivered. Thank goodness they were just worms. Worms couldn’t hurt you. Taking a deep breath, I was about to shift my attention back to the sky, before I realized something that shook me down to my core.

The worms had mouths.

Razor-sharp mouths.

Really large razor-sharp mouths.

F*ck, sh*t, b*tch, d*mn.

My first reaction was to jump, but of course the stupid, f*cking ground decided that it liked my feet, vacuuming them and not letting them go. I stared in horror as the little buggers started to show off their teeth in a bizarre dental show before they shrieked and took large chunks of my- mind you- ENCHANTED cultivator sandals.

They ate it like it was butter.

Shivering, I was truly in the frying pan now. No, I wasn’t in the frying pan, I was in the f*cking fire. Left with no other options, I turned to the one thing that I had left: the System.

So, System. Please. Tell me you have some way for me to get out of this.

[ … ]

System. I’m going to die.

[ Has Host danced? ]

Yes, I f*cking did!

[ Standby mode. 2 minutes and 30 seconds. ]

F*ck! I don’t even have three seconds!!! DO SOMETHING!

The sound of chewing leather reached my ears, and I flinched with every sickening slurp. I swerved my view in every direction, taking in the now-black trees, night-like view, and sewer-like smell.

I hadn’t cultivated very far, and I knew next-to-nothing about cultivation techniques and what-not.

Even what I did have- the vacuum thingy- was just something to combat the poison that I didn’t have anymore.

Supposedly, I’m half-demon, but what can I do with that? Can I fight just because I’m half-demon? Probably… but did I know how to fight? Nope.

I’m going to f*cking die.

F*ck, sh*t, b*tch, d*mn.