Chapter 151: Doom Fate Octopus

The two ventured deeper and deeper.

They had been striding across the desolate land for a long time.

With their previous experience of hunting the Ghost Faced Heron together, they now had more confidence.

Since neither of them were Sequence Level Three ability users, there was no need to hold back anymore.

They should just charge forward and gain the maximum benefits.

Qin Siyang felt that they had been walking for quite some time and thought it was time to stop.

But the always cautious Li Tianming said, "I think we can be even more aggressive and keep moving deeper."

"You're this bold now?"

"Well, we both have our strength, and you're recovering from injuries just fine. Why not take a gamble?"

Li Tianming was subtly hinting at Qin Siyang's incredible recovery ability, but he didn't press for details.

Just like Qin Siyang never asked about Li Tianming's Sequence level.

Their tacit understanding was gradually deepening.

"Alright then, let's keep going. The number of mid-sized gods in this safe zone is ridiculously low."

Qin Siyang looked up. Overhead, large gods occasionally drifted by.

"I feel like there are even more large gods than mid-sized ones. Sigh, I wonder when we'll be able to hunt the ones in the sky."

"You're overthinking. So far, no Sequence ability user in the safe zone has successfully hunted a large god. Focus on securing your Special Admission first."

"I get it."

They walked for a long time but only encountered a dozen or so small gods.

Qin Siyang was getting impatient, "Why haven't we seen a single mid-sized god? Even a Ghost Faced Heron would do!"

Li Tianming also stopped and scanned the pitted wasteland around them, "We're about ten kilometers from the safe zone now. This is about the furthest we can explore. If we go any further, we're very likely to encounter a strong mid-sized god that we won't be able to handle."

"Then what do we do? The whole point of this hunt is to clear my murder suspicion. We can't just bring back a few scraps, can we?"

"Hold on a second."

Li Tianming walked up to a pit and crouched down to examine it closely. After shaking his head, he moved to another pit and repeated the process.

Qin Siyang silently followed behind him.

Finally, after inspecting more than thirty pits, Li Tianming stopped in front of one with an opening shaped like a splattered water droplet.

"This hole was freshly dug today. Judging by its size, a mid-sized god probably came out of it. There's a high chance one is still inside."

Qin Siyang was delighted, "Damn, Old Li, you're the man! Can we force it out?"

"Difficult."

"Then what do we do?"

"We have to go down."

"…What?"

Qin Siyang glanced at the deep, bottomless hole again. He picked up a rock and tossed it down, waiting a long time before hearing the faint thud of impact.

"Old Li, this hole is twice as deep as the mine shaft where I threw Zhou Xing's body. Are you sure we're going down?"

"Yeah."

"Going down is easy, but how do we get back up?"

"The rock here isn't that hard. With our strength, we can break through and climb up like using a ladder."

"…Your ideas are always so down-to-earth."

"Stop wasting time and get down there. The longer we delay, the more things could go wrong."

"Will it be dangerous down there?"

"No shit. You can choke to death while eating. Hunting gods is way riskier."

"I meant, is the god inside especially dangerous?"

"Generally speaking, gods that hide in underground caves aren't too strong."

"…And if it's not generally speaking?"

"Then it's hard to say. For example, large gods like Sandworms can fake the burrows of mid-sized and small gods to lure Sequence ability users in and kill them."

"…Doesn't this safe zone have Sandworms?"

"They were cleared out ages ago. If there were still Sandworms, their servants, the Iron Helmet Flea, would have already infested the area. You wouldn't have been able to hunt so many of them."

"Fair point. But I still fe—WHAT THE HELL!"

Li Tianming kicked Qin Siyang straight into the hole.

He was done listening to his nonsense.

"He's the one who wanted to go god hunting, but he's also the one hesitating so much," Li Tianming muttered to himself before following him down.

Qin Siyang slid down the hole for a long time.

The walls were covered in jagged rocks.

If not for his tough physique, which allowed him to snap the rocks just by sitting on them, he probably would've been paralyzed from the waist down before even fighting a god.

Thud—

With a muffled crash, Qin Siyang finally hit the bottom.

What greeted him was a vast underground cavern, roughly seven or eight stories high.

The dirt walls of the cavern were dotted with faintly glowing blue spots, barely illuminating the surroundings.

'No doubt, these are traces left behind by the mid-sized god.'

After standing up, Qin Siyang felt a chilly breeze against his backside.

Instinctively, he reached behind him—

Lovely.

The back of his Cold-Resistant Suit now had two gaping holes, neatly exposing his warm, inner underwear.

Thud—

A moment later, Li Tianming landed as well.

Qin Siyang was about to check out Li Tianming's rear but noticed something—

Beneath Li Tianming was a neatly woven vine cushion.

His Cold-Resistant Suit? Completely intact.

"Old Li, since when do you have props like that?"

Li Tianming dusted off his hands, "Summoned it while sliding down. Didn't want to tear my suit."

"And what about me?"

"You're in a combat-type Sequence. Your body's tough. You'll be fine."

"You motherfu—"

"No more talking. Let's focus on hunting the god."

Qin Siyang swallowed his anger, he still needed Li Tianming's help.

But as Li Tianming took a closer look at the glowing blue traces in the cavern, his casual attitude vanished.

"Qin Siyang, let me ask you something. Be serious."

"…Okay."

"How many lives do you have?"

"Huh?"

"I said, how many lives do you have?"

"What kind of question is that? If you die, you die. Of course, I only have one."

"Then let's go."

With that, Li Tianming turned and started climbing back out.

"Hey, wait a damn second!", Qin Siyang yanked him back down.

"You kicked me down here, almost burned my ass off, and now you're just leaving?"

"Shut up! Keep your voice down and hurry up! If we don't run now, it'll be too late!"

"It's already too late. Old Li, take a look over there. That squirming, one, two, three… forty-eight tentacled octopus thing. Isn't that our target god?"

Li Tianming turned.

A massive octopus-shaped god, with a bloated head and forty-eight writhing tentacles, was crawling toward them.

'…Motherfu*ker,' Li Tianming sighed and gave up on escaping.

"Qin Siyang, how's your luck?"

"It's always been great."

"Then that's perfect."

"What do you mean?"

Li Tianming rolled his shoulders.

"This is a Doom Fate Octopus. Whether you live or die depends entirely on luck. If your luck is good, you kill it. If your luck is bad, it kills you."

Qin Siyang was intrigued, "Why? Isn't hunting gods all about strength?"

"In most cases, yeah. But the Doom Fate Octopus is an exception."

"An exception? Then how do we kill it?"

"We gamble our lives."

═❀═❀═❀═❀═❀═❀═

patreon.com/AmbitiousTranslator

🥳Joining Patreon keeps me motivated and eager to work diligently, so please consider joining.🥰 You can access upto 20 advance chapter through Patreon.

https://discord.gg/bYAfGyp98y