Chapter 155
In the Death Desert, snow and wind raged.
It was a long, starless night—the thick clouds blotting out even the moon.
And after Mu Dongsheng spoke—
“Uh, about your porridge… sorry, but I drank it all. Haha.”
The moment those words left his mouth, Yun Wen’s near-boiling consciousness surged forth, seizing control of his body.
Of all the times he’d been taken over, this was the first Mu Dongsheng didn’t feel fear or resistance.
Instead, he felt…
Joy.
The kind of smug, victorious joy you’d feel after secretly eating the spicy snacks your class bully treasured—then leaving the trash and mess for them to clean up.
Even better, because they shared the same body, Mu Dongsheng could feel Yun Wen’s rage, agony, furious howls, and utter despair.
The emotions condensed into a dark, tangible mist around them, accompanied by teeth-chattering mutters:
“#@@!!?%%???—##@@?@??!”
Mu Dongsheng: “…….”
Hehe.
Then his vision went black.
Consciousness slipped away, replaced by the top-tier high-risk pollutant—Yun Wen.
Beneath the lowered hood, the once-beautiful face was now overtaken by a deathly pallor. The polluted half of its face split open with countless mouths, yellow-green slime dripping from them into the snow.
Drip. Drip. Drip—
Each drop sizzled against the snow, sending up scorching plumes of vapor.
Yun Wen’s true form had only mouths—no nose, ears, or eyes. Tears were impossible.
All it had were mouths.
And of course, as a pollutant, Yun Wen did not cry.
But…
In the snow, the cloaked figure began to tremble.
The trembling grew more violent, as if someone were curled up on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
…When Mu Dongsheng had seized control of the body, Yun Wen’s consciousness had been forced into slumber. Thus, for the entire duration of Mu Dongsheng’s wakefulness, Yun Wen had no memory—as if that segment of the film had been completely cut.
So, in Yun Wen’s mind—
One moment, it had been sitting in the warm porridge stall, listening to the pleasant chime of wind bells, facing the enthusiastic and kind stall owner. It had just sipped sweet pear tea, pocketed large snow pears, wiped its face with a steaming-hot towel—its entire body warm and comfortable, every pore brimming with contentment.
More importantly, it had been holding that scalding, fragrant bowl of mushroom and chicken porridge, freshly ladled from the clay pot.
Its heartbeat had raced—its grotesque, rotting heart swollen with rare anticipation. Its hands had shaken as it held the bowl, a mix of excitement, nervousness, joy, and hesitation. Just smelling the porridge had made it fantasize about the taste.
It had been so close to taking that first sip.
Then—its consciousness cut out. The world plunged into darkness.
…When it opened its eyes again, the cozy stall was gone. The warm stove, the soft seat, the smiling boss—all vanished. Even the piping-hot porridge in its hands had disappeared without a trace.
Instead, there was only the same frozen wasteland, the biting wind that could flay skin, the icy snow beneath it, its toes numb and soaked. When it craved food, all it saw was snow and filthy dirt.
This shouldn’t have mattered.
As a top-tier pollutant born of the apocalypse, Yun Wen had emerged in this Death Desert. It should have long grown accustomed to this powerful yet desolate existence. This snowfield should have felt like home.
But… happiness is relative.
Once it had experienced that warmth, that comfort—almost tasted that divine porridge—only to be thrown back into the icy wilderness, even the porridge at its lips stolen—the contrast was unbearable.
It was like falling from heaven straight into hell.
Even a top-tier pollutant couldn’t help but start screaming through its human mouths: “!@##%%????——”
DO YOU ALL UNDERSTAND THIS PAIN?!?!?!
“…”
Some time later.
At first, Yun Wen—new to possessing a human body—had curled up in the snow, alternating between cursing, “crying” (yellow-green slime dripping from its mouths), and even gnawing on snow, rocks, and branches out of sheer hunger and longing for that porridge.
After a few bites, it stopped moving.
—It had tried to imagine the rocks as porridge—the melting rice, the velvety texture, the springy mushrooms and chicken… But the cold, tasteless, painfully sharp rubble in its mouth only reinforced the cruel truth:
Gone.
The porridge was gone. Even the stall was gone.
That porridge it had craved? Mu Dongsheng drank it all. Even if it could vomit it back up, it wouldn’t taste the same as when it was fresh from the pot.
Yun Wen crouched motionless in the snow.
Even its cursing mouths fell silent.
The cloaked figure froze in place, not moving for a long time.
The snowy wasteland plunged into utter stillness.
The blizzard itself seemed to pause.
Every pollutant within a hundred miles suppressed its aura, trembling as it burrowed deeper into the snow, desperately praying not to be noticed.
The entire space became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Because in that moment, all pollutants sensed one terrifying truth:
…The catastrophic consequences of what was about to happen were beyond most pollutants’ worst nightmares.
So in this eerie calm before the storm, all they could do was make themselves smaller, quieter, invisible—hoping to avoid becoming collateral damage.
And history would prove them right.
Because half a second later, at the heart of the Death Desert—
BOOM—
An indescribable roar erupted, accompanied by a monstrous cloud of darkness rising into the sky.
…Even the brawling crowds in Eastern Base’s center paused mid-fight, staring in shock:
“Holy shit, what was that???”
This day would later be hotly debated in history books.
Historians argued endlessly over details, causes, and effects—but on one fact, they all agreed:
On this day…
The top-tier pollutant, Yun Wen, shattered.
*
Theoretically, such a massive disturbance in the Death Desert should’ve been noticed by Jian Yunlan’s group, who’d just been selling porridge at its epicenter.
If unlucky, they might’ve even been caught in the crossfire of Yun Wen’s wrath.
But…
Rewind slightly.
After packing up, Jian Yunlan agonized over where he and Taotie should spend the night.
The portable spirit field? Niu Tou lived there, but the tiny wooden cabin could barely fit one person. Jian Yunlan couldn’t bear to impose—especially since Niu Tou would insist on giving up his bed and sleeping on the floor.
Though Niu Tou had invited them in, Jian Yunlan ultimately declined.
If not the spirit field, his options were returning to Eastern Base or finding a cave in the wasteland.
Eastern Base was not an option—Weasel-face’s gang would be out for blood.
So… a cave?
As he hesitated, the now-humanoid Taotie casually remarked: “Human, why not go back to the Jian Family Villa?”
Jian Yunlan: “Villa? What villa?”
Taotie looked at him like he was an idiot: “The Jian Family Villa. Have you forgotten? The butler, Driver Xiao Li, Auntie Wang, and the rest have been waiting for you. This lord and Hu Danggui visit occasionally.”
Jian Yunlan’s brain short-circuited: “Wait wait wait—you mean, even in this apocalyptic dimension, we can go back to the villa anytime?”
Taotie’s expression screamed “obviously”: “Are you stupid?”
Jian Yunlan: “???”
“…”
Only now did Jian Yunlan realize: the “Jian Boss’s Mobile Castle” reward from the Dark River, Bright Light dimension couldn’t cross dimensions directly—but it could follow him, appearing in any dimension at will.
Meaning no matter where he was, he could summon the villa whenever he wanted.
Even in the Genius Baby at Age Three and a Half dimension—he just hadn’t tried.
Ten minutes later, inside the villa:
“Young master—YOUNG MASTER, YOU’VE FINALLY COME BACK!” The tuxedo-clad butler sobbed, clutching Jian Yunlan’s leg, his face red with tears. “I thought you’d forgotten us! Waaaah, my poor young master!”
Between cries, the butler scrutinized Jian Yunlan, heartbroken: “Young master, you’ve lost weight! And these clothes are so worn and dirty! You’ve suffered so much, waaaah! By the way, how have you been getting around?”
Jian Yunlan: “A… tricycle.”
Two seconds of silence.
Then the butler wailed:
“A TRICYCLE?! Young master, your Lamborghini, Maybach, Ferrari, Porsche Cayenne, spaceship, ion rocket… they’ve been waiting for you so long!”
Jian Yunlan: “???”
Wait, did something weird just slip in there—
