Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
A portion of the milk was forced into Zhao Kongcheng's mouth, while the rest cascaded down his chin, soaking his collar. To ensure the dosage was sufficient to achieve the desired effect, Lin Qiye ignored Zhao Kongcheng's struggles and firmly pressed the rim of the bucket against the man's mouth.
"Mmph! Mmph-mmph!" Zhao Kongcheng's hands flailed wildly as he let out muffled protests.
However, as the milk was ingested, a miraculous sight unfolded.
Zhao Kongcheng's whitening hair began to regain its black hue, the dark patterns on his skin gradually faded, and his life aura stabilized. The onlookers watched with bated breath, stunned into silence.
Yet, as the volume of milk increased, Zhao Kongcheng's stomach began to bulge significantly. Finally, once the bucket was empty, Lin Qiye pulled it away.
Without the bucket to prop him up, Zhao Kongcheng slumped to the ground, his eyes rolling back and his belly as round as a drum. Droplets of white milk continued to leak from the corners of his mouth.
"Er... ah..." Zhao Kongcheng opened his mouth, trying to speak.
BURP—
A thunderous milky burp erupted from him, so loud that the lights in the training hall flickered. Following the burp, a scent of fresh milk filled the air.
"Ugh—Blergh!"
Another earth-shattering burp followed, accompanied by a small fountain of milk.
Zhao Kongcheng lay on the ground like a fish out of water, his hands resting weakly on his distended belly as he gasped for air. He tried to get up, but even rolling over was a struggle; every time he shifted, the milk in his stomach made a distinct gurgle-gurgle sound.
"Save... save me, I'm stuffed to death..." he wheezed, his voice thin as a thread.
BURP—Blergh! Another large spray of milk shot out.
Finally, a glint of light returned to Zhao Kongcheng's eyes. He struggled into a sitting position, his face a complex tapestry of emotions—the ecstasy of obtaining a Forbidden Domain mixed with the relief of having cheated death.
"I, Zhao Kongcheng... hic... finally... hic... have a Forbidden Domain," he said weakly, his words punctuated by small milky hiccups. "But Qiye, was it really necessary to drink the whole thing? I usually see you just take a few sips!"
Lin Qiye stood by expressionlessly and said calmly, "People's constitutions differ. For me, drinking a bucket of milk only takes three gulps."
To prove his point, Lin Qiye summoned a fresh bucket of milk and performed a demonstration. No one could even see how he did it; they only heard a series of rapid gulps, and in the blink of an eye, the bucket was empty.
BURP— He let out a single burp, much quieter than the previous ones.
"What kind of constitution is that... hic..."
"Old Zhao, are you alright?" Hong Ying asked, stifling a laugh.
"I'm great!" Zhao Kongcheng struggled to sit up, letting out another small burp. "But this stomach... I probably won't need to eat for days."
He patted his round belly and turned to Lin Qiye, his eyes full of gratitude and respect. "Thank you, Qiye! Without you, the backlash from the Ghost-God Trigger would have definitely killed me."
Lin Qiye nodded but remained silent.
"Though..." Zhao Kongcheng rubbed his hands together, "could you maybe not be so violent with the pouring next time? I almost drowned in milk."
At those words, all the Night Watchmen present could no longer contain themselves and burst into laughter.
"Speaking of which, Old Zhao," Hong Ying said, squatting down with a smile, "that Forbidden Domain of yours is truly powerful. I'm afraid I'm no longer a match for you."
Zhao Kongcheng nodded solemnly and let out another small burp, making everyone laugh once more.
Lin Qiye stood to the side. Although his expression remained cold, a hint of warmth flickered in the depths of his eyes. Joining the Night Watchmen might not be as bad as he had imagined—at least these people were decent.
That night, Lin Qiye returned to the Asylum for the Gods. As he rounded the final corner, he came to a dead stop.
The sight before him caused his pupils to contract.
A bizarre park had appeared in the dreamscape at some unknown point. Various pixelated blocks were stacked into strange mountains, trees, and benches. Multicolored square flowers swayed gently in the night breeze, and there was even a man-made lake and a small waterfall.
In the center of the park, the god Ian was taking a leisurely stroll with a mysterious woman.
The woman wore a deep blue-purple gown, her skin was as profound as the night sky, and her hair flowed like a river of stars. The two acted with great intimacy, creating a scene that was warm yet carried an indescribable sense of eeriness.
"Is that... Nyx?"
No sooner had the words left Lin Qiye's mouth than Ian vanished, reappearing before him a second later. His pixelated body emitted a faint glow, and his face wore its usual playful smirk.
"Yo, our little hero has arrived." Ian reached out and patted Lin Qiye's shoulder. "I heard you blew that Ghost-Faced King into smithereens? Great job!"
"It was all thanks to the abilities you gave me," Lin Qiye replied calmly.
Ian laughed heartily, the sound echoing through the empty asylum.
"Congratulations, you've earned an Administrator Permission Upgrade. You can now enter the Evil God Prison." A strange light flashed in Ian's eyes. "The 'guys' in there might give you some interesting 'little gifts'."
Lin Qiye frowned slightly. "Those guys? What kind of gods are locked in there?"
Ian smiled mysteriously. "You'll know when you get there. Just remember—drink your milk at the critical moment."
With that, Ian flickered and returned to Nyx's side in the center of the park to continue their spring outing.
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment before following Ian's instructions to find the Evil God Prison. Arriving unharmed, he took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy doors.
Behind the door was a flight of pitch-black stairs. At the bottom was another door with the words "Evil God Prison" inscribed upon it.
The internal structure was strikingly similar to the asylum—a long corridor with six tightly shut doors lining the sides. As before, he could only open the first one.
Lin Qiye cautiously pushed open the first door, and a bizarre aura rushed out to meet him. In the next second, an unprecedented sensory assault overwhelmed him.
His brain felt as if it had been struck by an invisible hammer. Countless vivid colors exploded in his vision. Indescribable ravings poured into his mind—voices that were seductive yet twisted, as if ten thousand creatures were whispering in his ear at once.
Even more terrifyingly, Lin Qiye felt as if countless tiny tentacles were writhing beneath his skin, attempting to tear their way out of his body. Small mounds rose across his skin like earthworms crawling under the surface.
Pain, temptation, fear, pleasure... various extreme emotions slammed into his consciousness simultaneously. Lin Qiye felt his sanity rapidly crumbling.
"No!"
He forced himself to stay conscious and tremblingly pulled a bucket of milk from his inventory. The movement was agonizingly difficult, as if every inch of movement required fighting against an invisible force.
The moment the milk hit his throat, the flickering debuff icons on the MC Interface vanished, and the writhing sensation under his skin stopped.
His vision finally cleared, allowing Lin Qiye to see the scene before him.
In the center of the cell stood a throne composed of countless unnameable substances, its surface swirling with chaotic, iridescent colors. Seated upon the throne was a being of ambiguous gender.
The entity possessed an indescribable, non-human beauty. Its face shifted between male and female, aged and young, yet it maintained a breathtaking allure throughout. Its body was composed of contradictory biological features—avian feathers intertwined with fish scales, soft fur hiding hard chitinous plates, and several pairs of wings unfurled from its back, each belonging to a different species.
More eerily, it radiated an irresistible charm. Every movement was the height of elegance; every breath seemed to contain the ultimate beauty and pleasure of the world.
This was Slaanesh—a Slaanesh that Ian had snatched from a Warhammer parallel universe where all life had succumbed to the Prince of Pleasure.