Virus King - Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Level Surge! Is the White Emperor Dead?

TL: YYang

“This has been five whole days! Why hasn’t he come out yet!?”

White Emperor City.

At the entrance to the old sewer, every Evolver in the area had already been cleared out.

The plaza surrounding the sewer was heavily guarded by the White Emperor City’s enforcement team.

Song Ziqiong and Leng Shuang stood in front of the deepest section of the sewer, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The fact that Chen Bai had ventured into the Plague Sewer was witnessed by many.

Yet, after five entire days, the White Emperor still hadn’t emerged.

What was more concerning was that no notification had appeared from the Cosmic Will indicating that the Plague Sewer dungeon had been cleared.

Five days!

This kind of scenario inevitably led to speculation.

After all, this was a Hell-level dungeon.

Not just any dungeon, but a terrifying level 15–35 dungeon.

Anyone could imagine how challenging it would be!

However, it seemed the difficulty of this secret realm had been underestimated—drastically so.

Even the mighty and mysterious White Emperor had gone silent after entering.

Five days!

What kind of secret realm could take five days to clear!?

Unbeknownst to the Evolvers who had emerged after a month of the apocalypse, there were countless extraordinary secret realms and dungeons in this post-apocalyptic world. Spending five days in one was hardly unprecedented.

However, rumors had already started spreading on the forums:

[The Death of the White Emperor? Hell-level Dungeon (15–35)! Did the White Emperor Overestimate Himself?]

[The Terror of Hell-level Dungeons! Even the White Emperor May Meet His End Here…]

[I think the White Emperor is fine. Haven’t you noticed? His level has already reached 17…]

[Leveling up is natural in a dungeon. Given how much time has passed, gaining a few levels is expected, right? But the White Emperor is insanely strong—look at the leaderboard! The next strongest, that foreigner, is only level 12!]

[ … ]

The unsettling news caused ripples of fear across White Emperor City.

The White Emperor’s presence was like a totem—a symbol of power, the strongest Evolver since the apocalypse began, revered not just in the Dragon Nation but across the Blue Star.

Now, this invincible figure might have perished!?

The tension caused minor disturbances in White Emperor City.

Song Ziqiong had been waiting at the entrance personally for days. She refused to believe that Chen Bai could die so easily. However, this wasn’t like the time he had gone to Magic City.

Back then, she had been unaware of his situation and thus less worried. This time, though, entering a secret realm dungeon and disappearing for so long made the unease impossible to suppress.

In just a few short days, Song Ziqiong’s eyes were bloodshot from stress.

Aside from her concern for Chen Bai, there were growing signs of unrest in White Emperor City during his absence.

The increasing number of Evolvers was both a blessing and a curse. Chen Bai had been the city’s stabilizing force; as long as he was present, no one dared to make any moves.

But without him…

Despite her own transition into the SS-level Child of Misfortune, a tremendously powerful profession, her abilities had limits. If surrounded and overwhelmed, she could still be vulnerable.

Within White Emperor City, there were even leaders of Evolver organizations akin to guilds.

For now, Song Ziqiong was not worried about her personal safety or her control over White Emperor City. She still held the city’s highest authority, wielding significant power.

But if certain people began harboring thoughts of rebellion…

“Phew…”

Song Ziqiong exhaled deeply, and suddenly, at the dungeon entrance, a pitch-black vortex appeared.

The vortex materialized abruptly, without warning.

The aura emanating from the vortex was overwhelming—so oppressive that Song Ziqiong instinctively found it difficult to breathe.

Leng Shuang, standing beside her, reacted differently. Her eyes turned crimson as she stared at the spatial vortex.

She could sense it—something within the vortex was calling to her.

Demons!

However, it wasn’t a demon that stepped out of the vortex.

Chen Bai’s figure emerged slowly. Seeing the scene before him, he froze for a moment and asked, “What are you all doing here?”

Before he could finish speaking, Song Ziqiong rushed forward like a swallow returning to its nest.

After a moment of awkward laughter, Chen Bai finally understood what was going on.

After leaving the dungeon, he had ended up discussing reforms of the Abyss with a few true gods and had subsequently ventured into the 10th Layer of the Abyss, where he had slaughtered a considerable number of demons. Time, it seemed, had slipped his mind.

That said, Song Ziqiong’s response was impressive. Once she confirmed Chen Bai was unharmed, she immediately proposed,

“Master, could you stage a little act? Don’t let others see you’ve returned. There’ve been some suspicious movements and hidden agendas among a few individuals since rumors of your potential demise began circulating…”

White Emperor City was his domain. For such matters, Chen Bai naturally had no objections.

In the past, he would have personally taken action to quash any dissent and safeguard his control over White Emperor City.

But now, with his authority over the Abyss firmly in hand, the governance of White Emperor City no longer held the same level of importance to him.

The entire Abyss was his domain. White Emperor City was merely his foothold in the God and Devil Trial Grounds.

Such trivial matters could easily be left to Song Ziqiong to handle, saving him from having to deal with similar disturbances the next time he left for an extended period.

“Fine, you handle it. By the way, is the open land I asked you to clear last time still available?”

“Yes!”

As the Evolver Guard exited the Plague Sewer, Chen Bai, now dressed in a simple Plague Set, disappeared into the crowd. Song Ziqiong, however, stayed until nightfall, feigning disappointment and waiting to observe the actions of those harboring ulterior motives in White Emperor City.

Meanwhile, Chen Bai had already arrived at the top of East Mountain, a secluded spot with a terrible geographical position that didn’t even receive sunlight.

In the next moment, a faint phantom slowly emerged from within the Hell King’s Ring.

It wasn’t just anyone—it was the sisters Yan Qi and Yan Xue, now fully bound as Bound Spirits to their Haunted House.

Over the past period, the Yan sisters had been learning skills from the Hell King inside the Hell King’s Ring.

Satan, apparently pleased with Chen Bai’s previous display of loyalty and admiration, had finally found a way to win his favor. The great Hell King had gone so far as to share some of his most treasured secrets, a gesture of goodwill that had led to an extended period of training.

The Haunted House Villa slowly materialized in the corner of East Mountain, where the foundation had already been prepared.

From the ethereal, it turned solid, a testament to the wondrous power of the God and Devil Trial Grounds.

A villa that had once stood in Magic City was now, through these miraculous means, relocated to Jiangcheng.

After stepping into the Haunted House, Chen Bai didn’t immediately ask the Yan sisters about their recent gains. His purpose this time wasn’t focused on them; he had come to speak with Satan.

The renowned Hell King, famed for his wisdom, might very well have unique insights into Chen Bai’s plans to reform the Abyss.