Heavenly King

Chapter 55

Countless planets dotted the universe, creating a breathtakingly beautiful landscape. However, Tanzan had no interest in appreciating any of this. Wasn't he supposed to be in his village? How did he suddenly end up in space? And why was his body still floating? Looking at the blue giant star opposite him, Tanzan suddenly realized, "Isn't this Earth? And I'm drifting towards Earth!"

"No! Stop!" Tanzan broke out in a cold sweat. Damn, once he entered the atmosphere, wouldn't he be torn to pieces?

Huh? If we're in space, why don't we feel suffocated?

Tanzan shook his head. "Damn it, what time is it? Stop it!" Tanzan struggled, but it seemed the more he struggled, the faster he floated!

As the blue giant drew closer, Tanzania's descent accelerated, finally entering the atmosphere. Like a shooting star, Tanzania crashed into the azure ocean.

"No!! Ugh~~" A mouthful of wind filled his mouth, making Tanzan's face tremble wildly.

The ocean was drawing ever closer. Tanzan had given up struggling; it was futile, and death was all that awaited him. Before he died, he tried to laugh wildly, but he was now upside down and couldn't lift himself up.

He could smell the ocean, no, he could see the ripples of the ocean, and then, with a loud bang, his consciousness plunged into eternal darkness…

...

In the vast primeval forest, the trees blocked out the sun, and the wild grass was taller than a person. He stomped down the grass in front of him with a clatter, and large drops of sweat rolled down his dark face.

Wiping away his sweat, Gala looked at the still boundless primeval forest, and a feeling of despair welled up in his heart. Several days had passed—he couldn't remember exactly how many—he had been trekking through the jungle, but no matter which way he went, the jungle never seemed to reach its end.

Fortunately, he only encountered small animals over the past few days, and no wild beasts. Otherwise, the outcome would have been truly unpredictable.

Suddenly, Gala smelled a foul odor coming from behind him. Puzzled, he turned around and found a python as thick as a bucket had appeared behind him. The python was flicking its tongue and staring at him with its blood-red eyes.

Startled, Gala fell to the ground with a thud. Without thinking, he turned and ran. The python, of course, wouldn't let its prey escape, giving chase. He ran for what seemed like forever, exhaustion creeping over him, sweat pouring down his chin like a stream. His heavy breathing filled the air. Gala wanted to rest, but the hissing sound behind him told him he couldn't stop, or he would die.

But human strength has its limits. After an unknown amount of time, Gala could no longer feel his legs. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, but with his last bit of strength, he managed to roll over. Behind him, the giant python slowly slithered over and instantly coiled around Gala. Its body, as thick as a water bucket, tightened its grip. Gala heard only cracking sounds coming from his body. He thought he must have broken many bones. Then his consciousness grew increasingly blurred, and finally, he succumbed to darkness…

...

One by one, the dream-travelers encountered tsunamis, wolf packs, were taken to execution grounds, or died from overwork on their wedding night. In short, each had their own experience and their own way of dying. Two hours later, all the dozens of Cambodians were finally punished.

Ma Xiaoniu looked around at the corpses lying all over the ground. The corpses had various expressions; some seemed to be in pleasure, but their crotches were sticky with tadpoles; some were covered in bruises, like rag dolls sewn together from different colored fabrics; others had bluish-purple faces, protruding tongues, and eyes that seemed to have popped out of their sockets. Ma Xiaoniu sighed, "Illusionary Realm skills are really good; this is a true area-of-effect attack skill."

He pulled out the Demon Seal, imprinted the logo on the wall next to him, and then took photos of the scene. Next, Ma Xiaoniu went to the house where the blood slaves were imprisoned. The house was locked, and Ma Xiaoniu teleported inside.

...

Everyone inside the house heard the noises coming from outside, but no one knew what was happening. Only Li Hao's eyes lit up. He thought, "Perhaps the demon has arrived!"

Just as he expected, upon seeing the man wearing a demon mask who had suddenly appeared before him, Li Hao burst into tears. He then ran to the calf, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed repeatedly.

The other blood slaves, having been imprisoned here for a long time, were unaware of the outside world and therefore did not know who the demon was. However, when they saw him appear out of thin air in the hut, they were all stunned. Could this be a god?

"No time to say more, I'm sending you back to China now." Ma Xiaoniu didn't say much, grabbed the two of them, and then teleported back to the entrance of a hospital in China. He went back and forth several times, bringing everyone back, before teleporting back to the Divine Beast Valley.

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In the Divine Beast Valley cave, open your laptop and log into the Demon Forum. Post the case in the Completed section, then open the Submission section to view it.

"Help! Forced to use drugs"

"Help! The school is haunted, we urgently need help."

"Help! I'm being retaliated against for reporting my boss's embezzlement."

"Help! A bully is harassing me and injured my brother."

"Help! Cultural relics have been stolen and lost overseas."

"Help! Criminal has escaped from prison!"

"Help! Strange creatures have appeared in the waters I've contracted."

"Help! I've been poisoned after eating XX spicy snacks, but calling the police hasn't helped."

"Help! My brother has been falsely accused and is in jail."

...

Ma Xiaoniu chuckled when he saw the post about the stolen cultural relics. "What? Even the authorities are asking me for help now?" he wondered. He opened the post to take a look.

"Dear Comrade Devil, I am Jia Changbin, the curator of the HL Provincial Museum. Our museum has a bronze vessel with a ghost face, which was originally our museum's most prized possession. It went missing on a rainy night half a month ago. After reporting it to the police, we searched for half a month and finally found it at the Franke Museum in F country. However, we were unable to get it back. Therefore, we hope that you can help us find our national treasure. We would be extremely grateful!"

Ma Xiaoniu's dream has always been to be a chivalrous hero who helps others, whether it's an individual or an official, as long as it's reasonable. Although he is currently wanted by the police, his love for his country has not diminished in the slightest.

Okay, this is it!

Ma Xiaoniu opened Baidu, searched for the Frankl Museum in France, found its coordinates, and then disappeared in an instant.

In a secluded spot near the Franke Museum in Country F, Ma Xiaoniu revealed himself and strode towards the museum. The Franke Museum was Country F's premier museum, housing over a hundred thousand artifacts, about a third of which were Chinese relics. Of course, these artifacts were either looted during wartime or sold through antique dealers. Ma Xiaoniu's visit wasn't just for a bronze ghost-faced vessel; he wanted to settle both old and new scores, and decided to take the Franke Museum with him as well.

The entrance to the Boglen Museum was heavily guarded. Ma Xiaoniu hadn't planned to use the main entrance anyway. He teleported inside and followed the path, marking all the artifacts from China as he went. It took him over two hours, and it was almost 7 PM, just before the Boglen Museum was about to close. Damn it, a total of 42,511 artifacts! Many of them were unique, meaning there was only one of each in the entire world. What a huge loss!

Without wasting any more time, Ma Xiaoniu's figure flashed, and wherever his hand touched, the artifacts, including the glass cases containing them, vanished into thin air. Even so, it would still take about half an hour to pack all 40,000+ artifacts. As the artifacts disappeared, the museum's automatic detection system sounded an alarm.

"Ring ring ring ring ring ring—"

The alarm emitted a red beam of light, flashing on and off as it moved left and right along the museum's perimeter. The first to react was Captain Ur, the security captain standing at the museum entrance. He had been smoking at the entrance, but the cigarette had already fallen to the ground in shock. Ur, experienced as he was, reacted instantly: "Alert! Alert! Team Four, seal off the museum! Teams One, Two, Three, follow me inside!" He drew his gun and charged into the museum first. The other guards at the entrance reacted quickly; some followed Ur with their guns, while others dispersed outside, taking cover and maintaining a perimeter.

Rushing into the museum, the bright red alarm lights made Ur's face turn as red as blood. Seeing the scene before him, Ur was filled with rage. He remembered that the museum's prized possession was displayed near the entrance, but now only an empty floor remained; the treasure had vanished!

"Snake!" Ur cursed angrily, then shouted to the back, "Team Three, control the visitors, Teams One and Two, split into two groups, quick!" After saying that, he rushed into a corridor, but the further he went, the angrier Ur became. It was obvious that many of the artifacts on both sides of the road were missing, and even those that were not missing had been damaged by external forces. Some artifacts had even been cracked in half!

"Snake!" Ur was furious. He was determined to catch the thief and teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget!

The museum was huge, and the roads were all winding. It took Ur and his group half an hour to search the entire museum, but apart from the empty bases where artifacts were displayed everywhere, they couldn't find a single thing.