When Hua Shanfei rushed back upon receiving the frantic call from his subordinate, he was greeted by utter chaos and pools of blood covering the floor. Hua Shanfei didn't spare a second glance for the corpse of his brother-in-law, dismissively kicking the body aside with annoyance before hastily striding into his own bedroom, only to freeze instantly. The safe, which he had purchased for fifty thousand and touted as impregnable, lay tilted on the ground, its open door still swaying slightly. Most critically... the interior was as clean as a dish licked by a dog!

And inside, there should have been a full twenty kilograms of narcotics and half a million RMB!

Following the trail of white powder scattered across the floor, Hua Shanfei’s vacant gaze drifted toward the adjacent bathroom. Beside the toilet, he could make out small packets resembling soy milk powder sachets, ripped open. These empty plastic bags were crumpled nearby, discarded carelessly, with even more white powder strewn around. Seeing this scene, Hua Shanfei felt his head might actually split open; his vision darkened, and he couldn't help but groan in distress.

The worst possibility he had anticipated had materialized: that damned Yan Zai had resisted the temptation of this shipment's massive value and, blast it all, had flushed the entire twenty kilograms of white powder down the toilet!! He knew that this batch of white powder he held was pure 99% heroin; if reprocessed by his retail network, it could yield at least double the product. Calculating the loss from this one action alone, Hua Shanfei’s deficit was easily in the tens of millions!

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Meanwhile, Fang Senyan was seated on a rattling public bus, his entire body concealed within a hooded trench coat. In his hand, he held an ordinary briefcase containing the half a million in cash he had smoothly purloined from Hua Shanfei's safe. He sat in the last row of the coach, his body swaying rhythmically with the bus's movement, his eyes half-closed, appearing as if asleep. Despite sustaining significant injuries upon returning to the real world, Fang Senyan could clearly feel that even the two deepest, longest wounds on his back were healing at a miraculous rate, expected to leave not even a scar within a few hours.

Fang Senyan had no idea where this bus originated or where it was going. After boarding, he had simply handed the driver a hundred-yuan note, muttered "To the last stop," and immediately taken a seat in the rear. To evade the pursuit of his enemies, the best course of action was to head toward a destination even he himself didn't know.

Thus, Fang Senyan had waited by the roadside for any vehicle. As long as it was a coach heading somewhere—regardless of direction, price, or destination—he would board it. He would only figure out how to rendezvous with Fourth Uncle when he reached his current destination. This was because Hua Shanfei not only had deeply entrenched influence within Fangchenggang city, but he would most likely pin a series of connected murders and robberies on Fang Senyan. Consequently, Fang Senyan was preparing not just for gang retaliation, but also for the possibility of facing the massive apparatus of the state!

Five days later, after several transfers, Fang Senyan arrived in Guangdong province. He first alighted from the long-distance bus, only to immediately board a rickety, swaying mini-bus. The license plate of this micro-bus was so smeared with mud and water that it was illegible. Though the driver and ticket collector offered ingratiating smiles, they couldn't conceal the brutish fleshiness of their faces. Sure enough, when the bus reached a remote spot, it stopped moving, and the collector, his face turning menacing, demanded an additional 100 yuan fare from everyone. Yet, Fang Senyan was pleased rather than alarmed by this situation, dutifully paying the money and remaining seated. The driver of this vehicle was engaged in activities violating public security regulations, meaning the route chosen would certainly avoid areas frequently patrolled by the People's Police, which offered an unseen layer of security for him.

Fang Senyan’s destination was an island to the east of Guangdong Province called Fanchang Island (Rice Scoop Island). The island had originally been contracted out to a fish farmer for cage culture, but the owner had lost everything, principal and interest, and in despair, had jumped into the sea with a mountain of debt. Since then, some people claimed the island resembled a fanshantou (a rice scoop), looking too much like a viper’s head, deeming it unlucky in feng shui, and so it gradually became abandoned.

Earlier, when Fourth Uncle was running boats, he discovered this island. He found it offered refuge from storms, was not too far from the market for selling the fish they caught, and was quite secluded. Thus, he established it as a semi-permanent secret base. According to Fang Senyan’s estimation, after the Fuyuan set sail, if the wind was favorable, there was a high probability it would head directly here to escape scrutiny.

Fanchang Island was two to three kilometers from the shore. To avoid drawing attention, Fang Senyan deliberately hid in a secluded spot for two hours, waiting until deep night before swimming toward the island. The result was deeply disappointing: thick layers of dust coated the tables and chairs in the island’s house, clearly indicating they hadn't been there.

Fortunately, he had left behind a few bags of rice and pickles, and lacked nothing in terms of fresh water. Fang Senyan decided to stay and lie low. In his estimation, he was likely a wanted man; the heat surrounding such a warrant peaked within a week and then slowly subsided, becoming almost worthless paper to non-legal departments after a month. Of course, eating only pickles for a month might be hard to swallow, but one mustn't forget that Fang Senyan was an excellent sailor, and the surrounding sea could certainly provide him with abundant, fresh seafood.

So Fang Senyan naturally settled in, exercising his body using methods he had learned within the Space. Time flew by. Seventeen or eighteen days had passed since Fang Senyan left the Nightmare Space. One morning, while he was scavenging for seafood on the shore during low tide—having just collected half a jin of sea worms—the Nightmare Mark latent in his chest suddenly grew hot. He instinctively tensed, closed his eyes to check, and immediately a message surfaced in his mind:

“Please enter the Nightmare Space within twenty-four hours.”

Fang Senyan took a deep breath. Facing this mysterious and dangerous Space, he found he felt no fear at all, but rather an uncontrollable surge of excitement! He quickly pushed a small sampan toward the shore, paddling hastily toward land. In less than half an hour, Fang Senyan was already in Pingyu Town, five kilometers away. He had accompanied Fourth Uncle here four times to sell seafood, so his familiarity with the town was almost second nature.

Soon, Fang Senyan arrived at the third floor of the town's largest supermarket, then slipped unnoticed into the adjacent fire escape, gently closing the door. This quiet delivery passage stood in stark contrast to the clamor of the third floor. Fang Senyan calmly walked downward, focusing his intent upon the Nightmare Mark.

Soon, Fang Senyan reached the spot where the ground floor should have been, but instead found a deep flight of stairs leading to that unknown, mysterious world. After descending the final few steps, he was still faced with a vast expanse of black mist. The Nightmare Mark on his chest glowed intensely, its crimson light illuminating a path. Fang Senyan followed, and quickly found the elevator he had used to exit the Nightmare Space again.

The physical training on the island these past days had not been in vain; Fang Senyan had gained slight increases in Stamina and Perception. Upon retrieving his stored equipment, his attributes were as follows:

Strength 11 (10+1) Agility 8 (7+1) Stamina 16 (14+1+1) Perception 13 (12+1) Charm 8 (6+1+1) Intelligence 6 (5+1) Spirit 5 (4+1) The numbers in parentheses indicate equipment bonuses.

His usable items were few: besides the Hamburger that could be used out of combat, only the unrefined Black Blood Orchid Extract he had obtained from the unfortunate Quist remained. Fang Senyan carefully inspected everything, and finding nothing missing, he stepped out of the elevator.

The Nightmare Space still appeared to have no discernible day or night; the ambient light was bright but not harsh. Returning here, Fang Senyan felt an indescribable sense of familiarity. He made his way to the trading market in the plaza, discovering many tempting items. Regrettably, he possessed very few Universal Points, leading him to sigh with longing.

Just as Fang Senyan was about to leave, he noticed a crowd gathered around a nearby stall, seemingly engaged in a heated argument. He drifted closer and found the matter quite simple: two parties had simultaneously set their sights on a rather ancient-looking silver bell and were now engaged in a bidding war. Such situations were naturally delightful for the seller—the more the merrier. But for the two groups involved, tempers were flaring; surely, if the Space did not prohibit mutual attacks, a fight would have broken out already.

Fang Senyan had no intention of delving into such disputes, but what kept him rooted to the spot were the words exchanged:

“Five thousand Universal Points, plus ten Potential Points!”

“Five thousand five hundred Universal Points, plus eleven Potential Points.”

“H, HIT! You blockhead, this cracked Saint Bell only works against Dark Creatures, and it can only be used five more times at most. Is it worth such a high price?”

“My sincere apologies, sir, but my next required World happens to contain a large number of Dark Creatures, so I am determined to acquire this item capable of area suppression against those wretched things.”

“……….”

Fang Senyan did not listen further. He suddenly realized a very critical issue stemming from one sentence:

“My next required World happens to contain a large number of Dark Creatures…….”

How did this person know that his next World would feature many Dark Creatures? Was there a method to ascertain the next World in advance? If so, he could prepare specific equipment and items based on the plot, which would naturally increase his chances of survival significantly! (To be continued. Please visit for the latest chapters: .)