The Max-Level Boss Just Wants to Be a Slacker [Apocalypse] – CH6

Chapter 6: The Demon Lord Wu Ming

At this moment, Mo Xiu was overwhelmed with excitement because he had finally found the person he had been longing for. What he didn’t know was that the “log” he was hugging—or rather, Demon Lord Wu Ming—was the one who was truly confused.

Wu Ming was not originally from this world. He came from the cultivation world, and he was a demonic cultivator.

People always said demonic cultivators were not part of the righteous path, but Wu Ming never cared.

He had been abandoned at birth. After stumbling through life and growing up alone, he simply gave himself the name Wu Ming—meaning nameless.

In the cultivation world, strength was everything. When Wu Ming accidentally discovered his natural talent for demonic cultivation, he began to practice diligently so that he could live well.

At first, he was just an unknown wandering cultivator. For reasons he never understood, he kept encountering so-called righteous cultivators who didn’t even know him. The moment they discovered he was a demonic cultivator, they would immediately try to kill him.

Sometimes he was quietly staying in his cave dwelling, yet people would still come knocking on his door just to attack him.

Wu Ming found them extremely annoying, so he simply dealt with them all.

Unexpectedly, the more times he dealt with these people, the more famous he became. And as his fame grew, even more troublemakers came looking for him.

Fed up, Wu Ming eventually recruited some subordinates to deal with the challengers who came knocking.

But after a brief period of peace, even more people showed up—some of them powerful cultivators claiming they were there to “eradicate evil and defend the righteous path.”

His subordinates couldn’t handle everyone on their own, so Wu Ming occasionally had to step in personally.

To deal with these people more easily, he had no choice but to continue cultivating diligently. At the same time, he recruited even more powerful subordinates.

Gradually, his followers increased, and his cultivation grew stronger and stronger. At some point, people began calling him the Demon Lord.

Outside, everyone spread rumors that Demon Lord Wu Ming was unforgivably evil.

Only Wu Ming himself couldn’t figure out why. Aside from cultivating and dealing with the occasional pest who came looking for trouble, he felt he hadn’t really done anything else.

Still, being called the Demon Lord wasn’t bad.

After he once dealt with a particularly troublesome old cultivator who had led a group of righteous sect members to challenge him, he finally enjoyed a long stretch of comfortable days.

Later on, he didn’t even need to cultivate diligently anymore. After all, he was already the strongest.

His subordinates were also very good at pleasing him, constantly presenting him with heavenly treasures and all kinds of spiritual pills.

Wu Ming spent his days idly playing with treasures and eating pills. Even without serious cultivation, his strength continued to increase little by little.

Eventually, his cultivation became the strongest in the entire cultivation world. Finding nothing left to do and feeling unbearably bored, he decided to ascend to the upper realm and see what it was like to become a demon god.

In his world, no one had successfully ascended for nearly a thousand years.

So on the day of his ascension, the entire demonic cultivation world celebrated, waiting for him to become a god.

At first, everything seemed to go smoothly.

A strange passageway opened before him, and even the heavenly tribulation lightning that should have appeared did not arrive.

He thought it was because his talent was extraordinary and the Heavenly Dao approved of him.

But when Wu Ming actually entered the passageway, he realized something was wrong.

The passageway was incomplete.

At the same moment, the lightning tribulation that had been absent suddenly appeared all at once.

Several thick lightning dragons rushed toward him simultaneously.

He immediately circulated his power to resist—but his physical body couldn’t withstand the tribulation at all.

Before he could even understand what was happening, his body was reduced to ashes.

Wu Ming originally thought he had completely perished.

But after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly regained consciousness.

He was still alive.

The next moment, however, he felt intense pain.

Opening his eyes, he saw an extremely ugly humanoid monster clamping its teeth tightly onto his wrist.

Wu Ming tried to push it away, but his body was sluggish. Forget fighting back—he could barely lift his arm.

Had he survived the heavenly tribulation only to die in the mouth of this disgusting monster?

Fortunately, he soon noticed something strange.

The creature was filled with a kind of energy he was extremely familiar with.

Demonic energy.

Wu Ming could clearly sense that this demonic energy was the very source of the creature’s movement.

As a veteran demonic cultivator, absorbing demonic energy was practically instinctive for him.

So he immediately focused his mind and tried every method he knew to draw all the demonic energy out of the monster’s body.

Once the energy was completely absorbed, the monster collapsed onto the ground and stopped moving.

Wu Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he tried to examine his body, he discovered that he couldn’t even stand properly. Halfway up, he collapsed back onto the ground.

He couldn’t fully control his body anymore.

Long-forgotten sensations flooded him—pain, weakness, and hunger he hadn’t felt in years due to fasting cultivation.

For a moment, Wu Ming was stunned.

Had all his cultivation been scattered, leaving him an ordinary mortal?

That didn’t seem right. After all, he had clearly just absorbed demonic energy.

The problem seemed to be that his dantian’s capacity had shrunk dramatically.

Compared to the demonic energy he used to absorb during cultivation, the amount he had just taken in was barely a drop in the ocean. Yet he already felt completely full, almost unable to digest it.

Looking down, Wu Ming noticed he was wearing clothes he had never seen before.

His body also felt extremely unfamiliar.

Only then did he realize—

This was not his original body.

Had the heavenly tribulation destroyed his body, and his soul accidentally possessed someone else?

Fortunately, Wu Ming’s spiritual consciousness was incredibly powerful. He quickly searched through the memories of this body.

He soon discovered that the original owner of this body had been mentally disabled.

At least, that was how ordinary people here saw it.

But Wu Ming could easily tell the real reason: the original owner’s soul had been damaged, incomplete from the start.

Fortunately, the memories were still usable.

From them, Wu Ming learned that he was no longer in his original world.

This place had flying machines called airplanes, moving vehicles called cars, and a small box called a television that displayed moving images—many strange things he had never seen before.

Unfortunately, the world had recently undergone a disaster.

Humans had begun mutating into creatures called zombies—like the monster that had just bitten him.

Animals and plants were mutating too.

People now referred to this era as the apocalypse.

The original owner had been disliked since childhood because he was considered a fool.

After the apocalypse began, he was treated as a burden.

When everyone fled together, they deliberately left him behind in this warehouse.

Thankfully, the family that abandoned him still had a bit of conscience. They left him a small bag of rice and two bottles of water.

The original owner survived by eating that rice and drinking the water.

But the warehouse door had been left open, and eventually a zombie wandered in and bit him.

That single bite filled his body with demonic energy, instantly destroying the already fragile soul of the original owner.

Then somehow, Wu Ming’s soul crossed over into this body.

So would that bite turn him into the same ugly monster?

Thinking about it, Wu Ming shuddered.

Using his spiritual sense, he saw black demonic energy lingering around the wound on his wrist.

The energy was trying to invade his meridians and even his soul.

This demonic energy clearly had purpose and direction.

Wu Ming found it fascinating.

If an ordinary human were invaded by this kind of demonic energy, they would likely become a mindless monster driven only by hunger and killing. Their soul would slowly be worn away until it vanished.

Fortunately, he was a demonic cultivator.

Even with a different body, his soul was still incredibly powerful.

This small amount of demonic energy could not affect him.

He easily absorbed the energy around the wound.

Although the new body’s talent was weaker than his previous one, it was still acceptable. The demonic energy he stored could be slowly digested and turned into cultivation again.

But cultivation wasn’t the most important problem right now.

The real issue was that his soul and this body were severely mismatched.

Even though his ascension had failed, his soul was still at least half a demon god’s level. Such a powerful soul was far too much for an ordinary human body to bear.

If he forced control, he might damage the body.

With a sigh, Wu Ming decided to take things slowly.

First priority: eat and survive.

Unfortunately, the only food left here was half a bag of rice.

Chewing raw rice grains tasted terrible, but it at least filled his stomach.

Because his body was weak and he didn’t know whether it was safe outside, Wu Ming decided to hide in the warehouse for a few days.

If more zombies came, even though he could absorb their demonic energy, getting bitten several times would still hurt. Besides, his dantian was already nearly full.

He also used the time to practice controlling this body better.

Unfortunately, after several days, the results were minimal.

Wu Ming even began to suspect that once the rice ran out, he might starve to death.

And then suddenly—

This person appeared out of nowhere and hugged him with obvious excitement.

The man in front of him was someone Wu Ming had never seen before.

Even in the original owner’s memories, this person didn’t exist.

Wu Ming didn’t understand the situation, but when he saw the other man’s reddened eyes, he lowered his guard.

After all, no one would deliberately act in front of a “fool.”

The emotions must be genuine.

Since there was no hostility, Wu Ming simply let the man do as he pleased.

After celebrating for a moment, Mo Xiu finally calmed down.

Noticing the confused look in the man’s eyes, he suddenly realized that they hadn’t met yet in this lifetime.

Mo Xiu felt a sudden sense of relief.

Luckily the man was considered a fool.

Otherwise, being suddenly hugged by a stranger who was both crying and laughing would definitely make him seem like a lunatic.

“My name is Mo Xiu,” he introduced himself gently.

He reached out to tidy the man’s messy hair and adjust his clothes, trying to help him stand.

But when his hand touched the man’s arm, he suddenly noticed the clear bite mark around Wu Ming’s wrist.

“What happened here?!”

Mo Xiu’s heart sank.

Following the man’s gaze, he saw the corpse of a zombie lying in the corner of the warehouse.

His expression immediately became extremely grim.

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