I Breathe Euro

A/N : Hey, lovely readers! 🌟Liyun, the main character of my new WSA book Menace in the Cultivation World, made a cameo in this chapter! He's unusual, kind of offensive, so tread carefully. It's a blend of comedy, action, and cultivation—check it out and let me know what you think! ❤️

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The golden sword tore through the small baby monster's body like a hot knife through butter, unleashing a devastating force that split the creature in two and sent shockwaves rippling through the underground room. But this wasn't just any room—it was the foundation of the entire villa above, the very structure that supported the sprawling, opulent mansion. The golden blade's energy reverberated through the earth, causing walls to crack and support beams to shatter. With a groan like a wounded beast, the villa above shifted and tilted, its weight straining against the fractured base as if bowing in submission to the unimaginable power that had just been unleashed. Dust and debris rained down in torrents, the room trembling violently in the aftermath of the strike.

The monster's grotesque, malformed body hit the floor with a sickening thud, its two halves lying in grotesque symmetry, severed with surgical precision. For a moment, everything was still, save for the crumbling echoes of the fractured foundation. Jack stood in the middle of the chaos, his heart pounding as he gripped the hilt of the golden core sword. His knuckles were white, his breathing shallow. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, cutting a cool line through the grime and dust on his face. He stared at the remains of the creature with wide eyes, his lips parting as he whispered, almost in reverence, "This thing… this thing has to be at least level 300."

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. A mixture of exhilaration and unease churned in his gut. Weapons of this caliber weren't supposed to exist in the mundane realm. They were the stuff of legends, artifacts described in the cultivation novels he had devoured. Yet here it was, in his hand, a blade with the power to rewrite the very laws of the world. For a fleeting moment, pride flickered in his chest, but it was quickly snuffed out by the reality of his situation.

Jack forced himself to take a step back, his boots crunching against shattered stone. His eyes remained fixed on the monster's bisected form, studying it with wary intensity. He cracked his neck, a nervous habit he hadn't managed to shake, and took a deep breath. Was it truly over? The thought clawed at him, an itch he couldn't ignore. Something about the stillness didn't sit right. He'd read enough stories to know that monsters like this rarely stayed down for long. Victory was often a cruel illusion. Patience, he told himself. If the creature so much as twitched, he'd reduce it to ashes without hesitation.

The oppressive silence of the room was broken by a soft, familiar chime. Jack's system panel blinked into view, its ethereal glow cutting through the gloom. His heart skipped a beat as he scanned the new notification.

[Random Shop: A Portal Will Open From Another World = 0€ | 12.12.12]

His eyes widened in disbelief. "Zero euros?" he muttered, his voice tinged with equal parts amazement and skepticism. The Random Shop rarely offered freebies, let alone something this cryptic. His thumb hovered over the purchase button, a mixture of curiosity and unease battling within him. Just as he was about to press it, a flicker of movement caught his eye.

The monster.

Its severed halves began to writhe, tendrils of dark energy crackling between them like static electricity. The grotesque, clawed hands twitched, scraping against the ground as if desperate to pull themselves together. Jack's breath hitched. "Damn it!" he hissed under his breath, panic rising in his chest.

Without wasting another second, he slammed his finger against the purchase button. The panel blinked out of existence, replaced by a low rumble that reverberated through the ground. The air around him grew heavy with a strange, otherworldly energy, and the room seemed to darken, as though the very light was being swallowed. Then, with a deafening roar, a massive red gate erupted into existence beside him.

The gate was colossal, its surface etched with intricate carvings that pulsed with a faint crimson glow. Symbols and runes Jack couldn't begin to comprehend swirled across its surface, alive with a power that seemed both ancient and limitless. A wave of heat washed over him, making him stagger back as the air crackled with raw energy. The gate creaked open, its heavy doors grinding against unseen hinges, and from within the abyssal darkness stepped a figure.

Jack froze, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. Emerging from the gate was a child—no more than three years old, yet radiating an aura that made the hairs on Jack's arms stand on end. The boy's pink hair shimmered like silk in the dim light, and his luminous eyes gleamed with an intelligence far beyond his years. Draped in robes of dazzling gold and crimson, embroidered with patterns that seemed to shift and shimmer, he looked every bit like a prince from some celestial realm. Rings adorned his tiny fingers, each one exuding an aura of overwhelming power.

Jack could only stare, dumbfounded. For all his bravado, for all his experiences, he had never seen anything—or anyone—like this. Who was this child? Explore more at empire

The child was breathtakingly beautiful. His glossy pink hair shimmered as if each strand had been spun from stardust, catching even the faintest light in the room and refracting it into a soft, mesmerizing glow. His eyes, an otherworldly shade of luminous pink, seemed to pierce through reality itself, holding a depth that spoke of infinite wisdom and experience far beyond his youthful appearance. They glinted with curiosity, amusement, and a spark of something ancient, as though the secrets of countless worlds lay hidden behind that innocent gaze.

The child was draped in robes that exuded an opulence beyond anything Jack had ever seen or imagined. Woven from fabrics so fine and ethereal that they seemed to ripple like liquid gold, the intricate embroidery danced with shifting patterns, as though alive with a magic all its own. Gems encrusted the edges of the garment, each one radiating a faint glow of celestial energy. On his tiny fingers sat rings that practically screamed divine craftsmanship, each adorned with stones that seemed to contain entire galaxies within their depths. Against this radiant figure, Jack's designer outfit—a testament to earthly luxury—looked like rags, a pitiful mockery of true grandeur.

For several long moments, Jack could do nothing but stare, his brain struggling to reconcile the sheer absurdity and majesty of the scene before him. Every instinct in his body screamed that this child was no ordinary being. This was someone—something—far beyond his understanding, a presence so overwhelming it made the air around him feel heavier, almost electric. Jack felt small, insignificant, and profoundly human in the face of such divine beauty.

The child, seemingly oblivious to the awe he inspired, yawned. It was a lazy, unbothered gesture, completely at odds with the chaotic and dire situation around him. He rubbed his eyes with tiny, delicate fists, exuding an air of casual indifference that only made his presence more surreal. Then, as if suddenly remembering where he was, he fixed his gaze directly on Jack.

"Earth?" the child asked, his voice soft yet impossibly commanding. It echoed in the shattered room, resonating with an authority that made it clear he was no ordinary toddler. It was a simple word, but it carried weight, as though it was both a question and a proclamation.

Jack blinked, his mind scrambling to catch up. His mouth felt dry, and his voice cracked slightly as he managed to reply, "Earth." He nodded, the simple affirmation feeling like the most profound statement of his life.

The child's expression shifted, his head tilting slightly as he studied Jack with a look of curiosity that bordered on amusement. Then, his attention was drawn to the writhing form of the monster on the ground. He raised a tiny hand, pointing a single finger at the grotesque, reassembling creature. "What's that?" he asked, his tone tinged with mild disdain.

Jack followed his gaze, his stomach twisting at the sight of the monster's halves slowly knitting themselves back together. "Zombie baby," he said flatly, his voice devoid of emotion as though resigning himself to the ridiculousness of his own words. Somehow, in the presence of this child, the absurdity didn't seem to matter.

The child raised an eyebrow, his face contorting into an expression of incredulous annoyance. "Zombie? Really?" He rolled his eyes, a surprisingly human gesture that was both endearing and exasperating. "What's with this world and its nonsense?"

Before Jack could respond, the child raised a single finger again. This time, the air around him began to hum with a palpable energy. Golden light gathered at his fingertip, coalescing into a brilliant point of raw power that made Jack's heart race. Without so much as a word, the child flicked his finger. A massive sword slash, far larger and more powerful than anything Jack could have dreamed of, erupted from the gesture, roaring through the room with an earth-shaking force. The golden energy obliterated the monster entirely, reducing it to nothing more than ash and leaving a massive chasm carved into the earth.

Jack groaned, slapping a hand over his face. "This kid's going to level the whole villa…" he muttered under his breath.

The child glanced around, his eyes scanning the wobbling walls and crumbling foundations with mild irritation. With a single wave of his hand, the entire villa suddenly lifted off its foundation, hovering weightlessly in the air. Jack's jaw dropped as he watched the massive structure drift several kilometers away, finally landing in a distant field with a thunderous crash.

"Better," the child said with a satisfied grin, brushing his hands together as though he had simply rearranged furniture.

Outside, Jack's companions, Clark and Amelia, stood rooted to the spot beside the Range Rover, their faces frozen in masks of pure disbelief. They had seen the entire villa, a colossal testament to human engineering, soar through the air like a piece of crumpled paper, tossed casually aside by what appeared to be a toddler.

Back inside, the child clapped his hands together, exhaling as though wrapping up a minor chore. "Alright," he said, turning back to Jack with a mischievous grin. "My time's almost up. I don't need anything from this world." He paused, then added with a sly chuckle, "Oh, here's the password to my apartment in Shanghai. Tell Bing-Bing I would've impregnated her."

Jack's brain nearly short-circuited. Before he could process the absurdity of the statement, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room. The red gate that had brought the child into this world roared to life, its energy pulling the boy back toward its swirling depths.

"Wait!" Jack shouted, his voice tinged with desperation. "What's your name?!"

The child turned his head slightly, his smile widening into something cryptic, almost playful. But he didn't answer. The gate closed with a thunderous finality, leaving Jack alone amidst the wreckage, the lifeless remains of the monster, and a million unanswered questions.