Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1485: Chapter 212: Reborn Into a Good Family

He could vaguely see traces of Fish Ball Qiang’s old expression on that face—mainly the hair volume, which had now broken through the heavens, and Da Zhe couldn’t help feeling deeply relieved as he watched… As for this guy’s eyes right now, Da Zhe instinctively chose to ignore them.

Those pitch‑black eyes were radiating an unprecedented murderous gleam, yet Da Zhe didn’t care. Instead, he raised a finger… and pointed behind it.

It parted its lipless, toothed mouth and turned slightly… dodging as well. A streak of light shot over—its source was the ten great vortices up in the Sky!

The King of the Huns had already been stabbed straight through the chest and torn apart, yet the ten vortices in the Sky did not vanish because of that… Hunnic King Attila hadn’t truly died!

Back in the original Sub‑world, the King of the Huns had stolen Power from the gods, and possessed ten Avatars… Which meant that compared to others, the King of the Huns, aside from his main body, still had ten incarnations—if you wanted to kill him, you had to kill him at least eleven times. That was also why, despite the King of the Huns’ vile personality, he could still strut around inside the Transcender Organization!

It was just that the King of the Huns had already had his [The Bull] and [Camel] Avatars directly cut down by Da Zhe right from the start, and later his main body had been ripped apart by him as well. Now, among the ten vortices, at best only eight Avatars were left; his Power could no longer reach its absolute peak… This was damage that was almost impossible to recover from!

After this, his Power had already been knocked down a whole tier… For monsters of this crevice level, losing external Bodies wasn’t exactly some irreconcilable hatred, but when your Power is damaged to this extent, it’s no longer the sort of issue that can be conveniently “mediated” away.

“Trash… is trash forever!”

The King of the Huns’ figure was nowhere to be seen; only his voice could be heard… booming out from all ten vortices at once, yet uneven and out of sync—obviously, at this moment even King Attila could barely keep his Avatars unified: his Anger had already reached the point of no return!

Faced with the King of the Huns’ stubborn barking, Da Zhe couldn’t even be bothered… With a casual wave, the two giant, solid Light Sabers slowly shattered into fragments and dispersed, then he found a spot with a decent view and sat down… Fish Ball Qiang—or rather, the thing birthed from hundreds of Void Primordial Demons—was anything but ordinary danger right now.

Still, judging from all the Void Primordial Demons Da Zhe had chopped up, not a single one had ever given him this level of danger like it was doing at the moment.

“What the hell did he buy…” Da Zhe glanced at the sheepskin scroll, shook his head, and couldn’t help complaining, “Does the shop owner seriously understand this crap?”

On the other side, although the King of the Huns was seething with rage, he didn’t actually make a move against Da Zhe… this Organization’s entry level guy was clearly at the level of its veteran members—new blood of this caliber had only appeared once or twice throughout history, and this time he’d miscalculated—yet Fish Ball Qiang… The King of the Huns was too fierce and proud to admit that a piece of trash he’d once toyed with at will could now stand on equal footing with him!

“Trash! I’m going to smash every bone in your Body, then pin you in place with steel needles and turn you into a specimen… I, the King, will torture you for a thousand years!”

The ten vortices spun wildly at this moment… other than the vortices of the already‑dead [The Bull] and [Camel], which now looked slightly dim, the remaining eight were flashing with lightning and thunder inside, as if brewing terrifying Power.

Right now, facing the strange changes of the ten vortices, it slowly raised its head, those pitch‑black eyeballs sizing them up, with not a hint of fear on its face… Suddenly, the wings on its back snapped open, and then it shot skyward—it actually rammed straight into one of the vortices!

Once it plunged into the vortex, it seemed to be Devoured just like that. Only the vortex itself kept spinning at high speed, while the King of the Huns burst into wild laughter, mocking its stupidity!

“Trash! Trash!! As expected, even after you obtained Power, you’re still just trash! You dare charge straight into the King’s… hmm?”

The vortex it had rammed into suddenly stopped spinning, and then, amid a shocked scream from the King of the Huns, actually started rotating in reverse!

“What?!!”

Not only did the vortex start spinning backward, it even began to swell like crazy… As if something inside were trying to burst it open from within. The King of the Huns actually showed a trace of fear from the moment the vortex started expanding!

Boom——!!

Finally, the vortex swelled to its Limit and ruptured outright… It was floating high in the air, both hands gripping a [White Horse] phantom… and it sank its teeth right into the [White Horse] phantom’s neck!

It ripped and Devoured that [White Horse] phantom bite by bite, like some primitive man feeding on raw meat and blood; the scene was so bloody and brutal it was almost feral!

The [White Horse] phantom was completely Devoured in just a few moments… It then opened its mouth, baring a vicious grin, those pitch‑black eyes rolling as it looked straight at another vortex… With a flap of its wings, it shot into the next vortex!

“No——!! No——! No no!!!”

Only when it rammed into the second vortex did the King of the Huns finally let out a panicked scream!

But it was too late. The vortex again reversed its spin, swelled… and burst. Another Avatar phantom was yanked free by it, grasped in its hand, and violently ripped and Devoured.

This time, the phantom it dragged out was the [Phoenix]!

“Trash!! I’ll kill you——!!!”

Watching the [Phoenix] get Devoured more than half‑way in an instant, the King of the Huns let out a shriek. The remaining eight vortices fired streams of lightning one after another, weaving into a huge net of thunder that crashed down over it!

Interrupted mid‑meal, it flared up in sudden Anger, spat out a chunk of the [Phoenix] phantom from its mouth, then reached out a black arm and actually grabbed that thunder net. With a pull, it tore the net apart by brute force, and with another furious roar, charged into a third vortex!

“Don’t… don’t come here!! Don’t come——!! Ah——!!!”

Now, the King of the Huns’ voice was worlds apart from the bold, Heaven and Earth‑shaking tone at the start, sounding much weaker… He’d even lost his confidence, his voice trembling, with clear traces of fear!

This time, what it dragged out was a phantom of a [human warrior wielding a Golden Sword]… and again it tore into the neck first, then swallowed in huge gulps!

With five consecutive Avatars plus his main Body taken out in one go, the King of the Huns’ Power had been knocked down several tiers directly… At this point, he couldn’t even compare to the Limit‑level Strong of a Sub‑world, weaker than ever before!

He no longer rampaged from Anger, and stopped shouting entirely… The remaining vortices rapidly converged, then turned into a single black light sphere, shooting straight toward the exit of the Beastfighting Arena.

Seeing his “food” about to escape, it shrieked, and its Body suddenly spun… As it spun, a vicious tornado rose up, wreathed in blue‑violet lightning.

“Nine Suns Thunderclap Mad Dragon Drill——!!!”

Once again, Fish Ball Qiang’s voice echoed out.

The instant he heard that voice, Da Zhe almost slipped off the large stone he was sitting on, his expression bizarre as he muttered, “Hey hey, the style, man… can we please mind the style a little?”

But whether the style fit or not… the lightning‑wreathed, razor‑sharp tornado charged straight at the fleeing black light sphere… it caught up, and smashed right through!

“Trash… trash!! I won’t let you go… ah——!! I am… I am the King of the Huns——!! Tra…”

The King of the Huns’ scream rose into an impossibly shrill wail, and at the same time, the massive destructive force wiped out more than half of the Ice Field section of the Beastfighting Arena.

Only after a long time, when everything finally calmed down, did Da Zhe leisurely fly toward the depths of the Ice Field where only rock remained… When he landed, he saw it sitting cross‑legged on a gray‑brown chunk of rock, ripping and Devouring one of the King of the Huns’ Avatar phantoms… as for what that phantom had originally looked like, there was no telling anymore.

It didn’t react to Da Zhe’s arrival, simply continued to Devour the phantom bit by bit until it was done. Only then did it stand up and hop down from the rock, those pitch‑black eyes sizing up Da Zhe in front of it.

Da Zhe frowned slightly and probed, “Fish Ball Qiang… Brother Qiang?”

It didn’t move at all, just stared fixedly… Da Zhe pondered for a moment, then stepped a bit closer—only to feel the sense of danger spike, making him secretly hook his fingers around the Zhan Lu Sword’s hilt, ready for anything.

“You should taste pretty good. I want to eat you.” Finally, it slowly opened its mouth and spoke… it was indeed Fish Ball Qiang’s voice, but clearly not his usual way of speaking.

“I’m not as easy to eat as the King of the Huns.” Da Zhe stopped walking, his voice light. “You’re not Fish Ball Qiang.”

“He’s inside me.” It said slowly, “I was born because of his intense Will, I’m what he wanted to become… so, even though you give off a very delicious smell, I won’t eat you. Besides, right now it would be hard for me to eat you… you’re stronger than the King of the Huns.”

“Well, much appreciated then.” Da Zhe narrowed his eyes. “But you actually describe yourself as a ‘thing’. So… what exactly are you? A Void Primordial Demon? A human? Or what?”

It shook its head. “I don’t know either… I only know that right now I’m very strong, and later I’m going to become even stronger. Besides you, there are lots of tasty things here. If I Devour them, I’ll become even stronger.”

Da Zhe frowned, assuming this guy was talking about the other Void Primordial Demons in the Beastfighting Arena, so he said blandly, “That won’t do. The Void Primordial Demons in here are the material I’ve reserved to fight, I’m not just going to hand them over to you.”

But it suddenly fell silent… after a moment of silence, it finally nodded. “Fine, I’ll let you have them. I’ll look for food somewhere else.”

“Eh?” Da Zhe gaped… this guy was actually this easy to reason with?

“Even though I won’t eat you,” it suddenly said, “I hope you never show up again… otherwise I’ll still end up eating you…”

With that, the black great wings on its back spread, flapped, and it flew up into midair. It looked like it was about to leave, so Da Zhe hurriedly called out, “Wait!”

“Thanks…” its voice came drifting back. “By the way, my name is Wang Xiaohu… that’s the name he wanted.”

“Wang Xiaohu…” Da Zhe mouthed the name as he watched its figure flash and disappear into the far distance. In the end he shook his head. “Brother Qiang, until we meet again.”

…

…

A shadowy figure staggered through the Palace of Eternal Night, constantly glancing back in fear… it was clearly the appearance of a handsome youth—suddenly, the youth stopped, his face full of wariness.

But when the youth saw that the one blocking his way ahead was a seductive man in a Big Red Robe, that wariness loosened a little, though not too much. “It’s you… Lord Longyang?”

“Oh my, isn’t this King Attila himself?” The man in the Big Red Robe… Lord Longyang, sashayed over at this moment, his languid, bewitching voice enough to turn one’s legs to jelly… if you could ignore his personality, he truly was a beauty capable of toppling cities and kingdoms.

This youth was none other than Hunnic King Attila—in strict terms, he was the “Youth” among Attila’s ten incarnations, and also the only incarnation he had left in this calamity… nine of the ten incarnations already gone, even his main body torn apart. One could well imagine how wretched the situation was for the King of the Huns, once Heaven’s favored child.

“Lord Longyang, don’t block my way… I, the King, have no time for you.” The King of the Huns was no longer his old brutal self, but his tone remained hard as ever.

“King Attila, you really are a heartless man!” Lord Longyang said mournfully. “If I hadn’t saved you just now, I’m afraid even this ‘Youth’ incarnation of yours wouldn’t have survived!”

“What?” The King of the Huns blinked, recalling that at the end… it did seem that some mysterious Power had yanked him back, letting this ‘Youth’ incarnation slip from that trash—that monster’s—grasp.

“Lord Longyang… why did you save me?” The ‘Youth’ incarnation of the King of the Huns frowned at this moment.

Lord Longyang covered his mouth with a laugh, his Peach Blossom Spring eyes sweeping over the ‘Youth’ incarnation. “My my, what a fine-featured little beauty, such an adorable child.”

The ‘Youth’ incarnation immediately squeezed his legs together, a shudder running through his whole body. He blurted, “Lord Longyang! Thank you for rescuing me… this debt of grace, I will surely repay tenfold another day!”

“King Attila, you really are something. I admit I do love beauties, but…” Lord Longyang narrowed his eyes. “Once I remember that inside this ‘Youth’ form is you, that coarse lout King Attila, I can’t help wanting to throw up. How could I possibly want to sit down for a heart-to-heart with you?”

… That’s for the best then!

The ‘Youth’ incarnation secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then his brows shot up again. “Then why did you save me?”

“Obviously because there’s profit in saving you.” Lord Longyang chuckled softly. “King Attila, now that you’re safe, I’ll be taking that profit.”

The ‘Youth’ incarnation furrowed his brows; something stirred in his heart and he already knew what Lord Longyang meant by “profit”… He sighed inwardly—looks like he’d have to carve off a chunk of flesh—then reluctantly took out a Throne Emblem and tossed it over. “Here! I know what you’re after… consider your kindness to me paid in full!”

Reaching out, he caught the Throne Emblem in his hand. Lord Longyang laughed, “In that case, I’ll graciously accept… King Attila, you really are a little darling. Oh dear, I almost can’t bear to strike you down.”

“Lord Longyang, you?!” The King of the Huns keenly sensed the killing intent in Lord Longyang’s words, his expression shifting slightly. “You’ve already taken your profit, Lord Longyang, don’t push your luck!!”

“Well, I do have my orders to carry out…” Lord Longyang smiled. The Sword hanging at his waist had already slid soundlessly from its sheath. “My apologies, King Attila.”

Draw, return… He hadn’t even taken a step, yet a fine sword mark had already appeared on the throat of the ‘Youth’ incarnation ahead; a moment later, the head rolled to the ground.

“What a pity about that pretty face.” Lord Longyang now took out a handkerchief to cover his hand and picked up the ‘Youth’s’ head. Then he tapped his finger against the forehead of the head, and it shattered at once.

In the end, only a hazy, grayish ball of light remained. Lord Longyang smiled softly, formed a sword-seal with his fingers, and slashed through the Void. Beside him a man-high fissure opened… a passage leading to some Sub-world.

“Musashi said you were never to rise again for all eternity.” Lord Longyang said gently. “King Attila, for the sake of our acquaintance, I’ll send you off to a decent household… be strong!”

He simply tossed the light-ball inside, then vanished himself into the corridor of the Palace of Eternal Night.

…

A certain Sub-world… a dystopian civilization, survivors’ base, hospital… delivery room.

A man paced anxiously outside the delivery room.

At last the doctor came out. “Congratulations, General, it’s a baby girl!”

“What?” At those words, the man’s face twisted in Anger. “During the checkups you clearly said it was a boy!!”

“Ge… General?”

The man snorted coldly. “Raise it for now. The Commander of the base in the east likes little girls, we can trade her for more rations… there’s no extra food here to waste on useless mouths!”

“Un… understood.” The doctor nodded hurriedly, but could only silently sigh in his heart for this newborn Life… such a pitiful little thing, just arrived in this mainland, and her destinies had already been decided.

“At least give her a name, General.” The doctor sighed. “After all, no matter what, you are her father.”

“We’ll call her… Attila.”

With that, the General flicked his sleeve and strode away.