I Attained Invincibility In The Real World

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

After the Heavenly Beings’ King left,

only Ash Annihilation and the Earless Man remained.

“Sir, do you have any further orders?”

The Earless Man had not left after receiving the task to kill Chen Sheng and destroy his world,

because he had seen the message regarding the task.

It was simply too simple.

Tasks of such level could easily be handled by sending one or two Starburst Level strong persons,

without the need for his squad to take action.

Moreover, knowing Ash Annihilation over the years,

he wasn’t the kind of person willing to pay a great price for so-called “talent with potential.”

Talent with potential?

Subordinates,

what they least lack is manpower.

Therefore,

the Earless Man was certain that there must be another purpose for this mission.

As expected.

The moment the words were said,

a red light shot over.

The Earless Man raised his hand to catch it.

Upon raising his hand, he saw,

flames igniting out of thin air, revealing an image within.

The image displayed a humanoid creature wrapped in a heavy coat, its body covered and constantly twisted by thick oil paint.

At first glance, it seemed somewhat comical.

But the more one looked,

the more the Earless Man felt an increasingly strange and nauseating sensation.

“Is it him?!”

His voice carried a slight hint of surprise.

The Earless Man was familiar with this Oil Paint Freak,

or rather,

among the ordinary subordinates,

anyone who had lived slightly longer

would recognize this Oil Paint Freak.

What their true name was, and where they came from,

the Earless Man did not know.

All he knew was,

this Oil Paint Freak had appeared countless times before.

With formidable strength and actions devoid of any logic, it seemed they acted purely for amusement.

From what could be gleaned about their motives,

they did not seem to have the intention of targeting subordinates.

They only occasionally helped worlds on the brink of death to regain vitality,

or altered the laws of certain worlds, causing chaos in those civilizations.

With so many deeds, the Earless Man found it difficult to list them all at once.

But what the Freak did often added difficulty to the process of subordinates acquiring Origin Power.

Thus,

soon after the Oil Paint Freak first appeared,

the subordinates dispatched personnel to kill them.

However, not long afterward,

they would see the Freak again in another universe, acting as wantonly as before.

Throughout the countless years that followed,

no matter the means used to kill the Oil Paint Freak,

they would reappear

and disgust every civilization and creature that encountered them equally.

Given that the Freak’s threat level was not high,

the high-level subordinates, busy with more important matters, couldn’t be bothered with such minor characters.

They could only do as they did today:

when they saw the Freak, they would send someone to kill him.

It was like periodically cleaning up trash.

At least, according to a pattern, the Oil Paint Freak would wander through countless universes, rarely appearing in the same region consecutively.

“That’s right.”

“Recently, he has trespassed into our controlled universe again, disrupting several important tasks.”

“A short while ago, I dealt a serious injury to this clone of his, but he managed to slip away.”

“However, he is at the end of his strength.”

“With this Fire Seed, you can pinpoint his probable location.”

“His present whereabouts are very close to the target universe of your mission.”

“Go and kill this clone of his once and for all, and then you may destroy that Low Martial World on your way.”

Having said that,

on the rock wall,

Ash Annihilation’s face gradually disappeared.

The temperature around them dropped as a result.

“Yes,”

the Earless Man bowed and accepted.

The darkness enveloped silently.

His figure disappeared with it.

————

One day later.

Wutong Village.

During a leisurely afternoon,

Chen Sheng lounged on a recliner, lazily basking in the sun.

His eyes were slightly squinted, as if he had fallen asleep.

Until his pocket vibrated suddenly, pulling him from his slumber.

Buzz——

The continuous vibration sound, with short intervals,

suggested that someone was sending him messages at a very high frequency.

“Ah——”

His eyes slowly opened.

Chen Sheng took out his phone and looked at the screen.

The one sending the messages was Second Uncle, whom he had met while buying groceries yesterday.

There were more than a dozen voice messages, each lasting over thirty seconds.

This scene abruptly brought Chen Sheng back to the terrifying moments in his childhood when relatives surrounded him during the New Year.

He had no intention of listening to them.

Instead, he silently converted these voice messages to text.

Glancing over them,

the gist was that Second Uncle had been restless at home these two days, and each time he came to Chen Sheng’s house he “couldn’t find him,”

so he decided to send a message to ask what Chen Sheng’s future plans were, to see if he could be of any help.

In every word,

there was the intention to introduce Chen Sheng to work at the Martial Arts Association, as if it would somehow be an explanation to Chen Sheng’s father.

However,

Chen Sheng had declined several times already even the personal invitation from Li Wuji to hold an honorary position at the Martial Arts Association.

Of course, he would not accept Second Uncle’s offer to become a low-level staff member.

But the sender had nothing but sincere good intentions.

Even if Chen Sheng didn’t need it, he found it hard to completely ignore it.

He could only draft a message that appeared “serious” enough to politely decline the offer.

After sending it,

Chen Sheng was ready to continue being idle,

but as he exited the messaging app, he saw a message from Li Wuji.

This time,

the latter wasn’t persuading him to take up a nominal position at the Martial Arts Association.

Instead, he mentioned the incident from half a month ago when Chen Sheng visited the library.

[Li Wuji: You said you wanted to create your own cultivation techniques, have you made any progress?]

[Chen Sheng: Yes, do you want it?]

[Li Wuji: Is that even something I can ask for?!]

A question mark and an exclamation mark.

Even though it was just text,

Chen Sheng could almost feel Li Wuji’s emotions from the other side of the screen.

As for the Breaking Limit Technique, Chen Sheng had no plans t