127 Episode 19: Back to the real world!

Deicide was happy as the last inheritor will do what they had intended to do. From now on, he will no longer have to worry about his blood supply. It's full-on drinking, day and night baby. Deicide was lost in happiness, so much that he neglected the existence of the one sitting together with him.

His blood avatar literally twinkled in glee, he began to drink. Soon, he was lost in expectations about the future. A lot of blood avatars formed in the desolate soul space, which contained the extinction tree in its center. They sang merrily for their master, Deicide, chaperoning for him with soul-soothing and heart-moving melodies.

Feng understood that it's time to go back to the physical world. He didn't have the luxury to enjoy these melodies. Unlike Deicide, he had things to take care of in the physical world, face the society overrun by zombies, meet the member of his own race and robots. Right now, each of the Evil Empyrean was deemed as anti-social brats by Feng Mei. He believed that Deicide, Bai, and the others were milking his money, just like how a hikikomori spend the money of his/her parents.

Anyways, he didn't have anything to do in the soul spaces anymore. He had obtained the truth about what really happened in the past, now he knew, why he would sometimes lapse into an info dump. He had regained his Truth emblem, which was a plus, the cherry on top a cake. He had looted Bai from the divine robe, not only that, but his hand has also snatched Chuba (chessboard), and Dun-Dun (continental-sizes wooden plank). 

Feng moved his eyes down, glimpsing at the chessboard which showed a screen filled with complex mathematical theories. At the end of which, the probability of the soul-devouring creature inhabiting Earth finding out about their existence due to the usage of leaf of annihilation was listed. It was a mere 3%. He stored the chessboard back in his deep-pockets.

'I made the right decision!' Feng comforted himself. The probability in theory is only a measly 3. 3% of Deicide being found out and 97% of not being found out by the soul-devouring creature, without a doubt, the shameless Feng choose the heavier side. Thus, the reason why Feng was determined to take this risk.

"Ancestor pig butcher, stop chilling, you should start setting up blood spells, such as «Blood portals», which will be used to transfer the leaf of annihilation to the buyers, and Blood Absorption Hexes, which will be used to transfer the payment from anywhere in the world directly to the Extinction tree soul space." Feng kindly reminded the drunken one by shouting with an extremely loud voice. Like lightning, his voice pierced through the soul-soothing melodies, utterly destroying them.

Deicide was shaken by the thunderous shout, which was as powerful as Bai's. "Damn, young chap, I will do as according to the plans." He replied while jamming his finger in his ears.

Getting his agreement was all he needed. Agreeing on the establishment of the annihilation leaf trade with Deicide, Feng stood up from his comfy bed, which is the extinction tree. He moved ahead, going away from Deicide. Reaching the spiders web-like blood door, he turned around for one last time. "Astala wistala, see ya soon," Feng said, staring right at Deicide.

In reply, Deicide also looked at him and waved his hand. Though, his hand signs weren't saying goodbye, rather get the fuck out. He took a huge sip of blood-wine from his pot.

Feng turned around with a deadpan expression. Taking one step ahead, half his body leaving the desolate soul-space and entering into the empty void, which contained the blue limes belonging to the soul line of evil. Taking another step, his entire body left Deicide soul space.

Right at that moment,

PoW! Deicide, who was seeing Feng Mei leave, spewed the wine he just drank. His eyes showed a hint of deep amazement.

"So it was Chuba, why didn't I realize before. Damn, No wonder why, the last inheritor came a while later. He stole Bai's chessboard!" Deicide muttered impressed by the junior bandit. Only just now did he realize that the small chessboard in Feng's hand belonged to elder Bai. Though, Deicide still didn't know that Feng had also stolen the wooden-plank, and left elder Bai to drown under the celes riveria. Otherwise, he would have pleaded to Feng while groveling under his feet, and begged Feng to take him as a disciple and teach him the art of looting.

Feng entered the void. Taking the – Out of the soul spaces, into the physical world – blue line, his consciousness returned back to the physical world.

His eyes in the physical world opened. The world in his vision seemed upside down for some reason. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to figure out that the world wasn't upside down, rather his own body. Feng's body was twisted in an odd position, his head and shoulder slumped on the floor while his back, butt, and legs pressed with the internal-wall (panels) of the cargo.

He should be welcomed by his male servant with a happy smile. Then his male servant will ask him about his adventure with Godfather Bai. Though, why the fuck was he upside down? This was legitimately contrary to the welcome he deserved. Well, he definitely didn't expect to find himself in a Kamasutra position right after he returned back from the soul space.

Using some strength on his feet, he pushed his body forward. He awkwardly turned his body around, standing straight, heads up and legs down.

Looking at his surrounding, he identified various mangas and a little bit of water, which probably leaked from the water bottles, scattered on the floor, all around him.

He excluded a sigh of relief as he was still in the cargo of the third-black truck. Though, the cargo sides were dented, as if hit by a strong force. The metallic surface was shoved in.

"Scattered around me? Shouldn't these mangas be stored in the shelves. And this water, damn... No wonder why my balls felt damp, even my deep-pockets are soaked. What the hell happened," Feng muttered, confused at this situation and bothered because of the weight in his deep-pockets. 

He concluded that an accident happened.

Looking left and right, he found out that his upgraded male servant, Dracula was nowhere to be found. He had instructed Dracula to guard his body, but now he wasn't here. Where was he?

Right than, he heard Bang! Bang! Bang!.

Sounds of gunshout!

"Dracula, Chandni!" Feng shouted in worry. He ran towards the door that connected the closed cargo with the Cabin. 

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A little time before before Feng came about (regained concious in the physical world), Dracula was having an intense battle with a golden beak bird whose winged were bigger than twenty normal wings combined. a single flap of the big birds wings spawned a very powerful gale of wind, one that could easily be classified as a small tornado. It deflected all bullets and Draculas knoves thrown at it.

Dracula wasn't really a expert at fighting with his newly found abilities. He had recently become a Magi-Mech, hence this big birdy with a golden beak was able to go foot on foot with him. Though, they were literally fighting in mid-air, so it should it air on air?.

Flying between clouds, they produced terrifying noises which was caused by their clashes. The children were being taken care of by Chandni. Dracula commanded her to do that.

Arnold, Jody and Darci was providing support to Dracula by using sniper rifles shooting once or twice, now and then at the Griffin. Though, Dracula was having a hard time considering them as support. They shot 22 times, fifteen of which hit right at his butt. Who were they helping, him or the big birdy?

"Are you guys trying to explode my ass? Are you guys jealous of my handsome features? Do you guys want to have a head-on fight with this big birdy?" Dracula shouted at the retarded support. He literally stopped fighting the big birdy. Floating in mid-air, he angrile glared down at the three snipers!

Jody shot seven times, so did Darci. Each of those bullet were aimed at the big birdy but ended up striking Dracula in the ass. Hence, full of shame and regret, they lowered their eyes and stopped shooting. They put their hope on Arnold. Now only, Arnold, a high-ranking military personnel was providing support to Dracula in the fight against the big birdy.