After figuring out the nature of this place, Wen Wen knew how to destroy this dream world.
As long as this dream world can no longer be Delia’s hell, that’s enough.
So Wen Wen wanted Delia to personally destroy the ’environntal protection’ here!
After observing for a long ti, and waiting until there were the fewest natives around, Wen Wen opened his eyes.
The only thing tying him was a grass rope around his neck. Such a grass rope might bind a weak woman like Delia, but to try and bind Wen Wen was as futile as an unattainable dream.
He was wearing the Containnt Officer’s uniform, and hidden within the uniform’s collar was a sharp blade. Wen Wen took out the blade and easily cut the ropes binding himself and Delia.
This action naturally caught the attention of the natives, and a few of them ran over to Wen Wen with weapons.
Wen Wen grabbed Delia’s arm and pulled her as they ran deeper into the forest.
Two natives blocked the path ahead. A cold gleam flashed in Wen Wen’s eyes. His left hand slit one native’s throat with the blade, while with his right hand, he suddenly pushed against another native’s nasal bone, which directly pierced into the brain, killing the native instantly.
Previously, Wen Wen was captured by them because he was unfamiliar with the situation here, not because he was really helpless against that blow dart.
The two quickly moved through the forest, soon shaking off the natives’ pursuit.
The natives’ steadfast adherence to environntal protection slowed their pursuit efficiency to an absurd degree. Wen Wen only had to choose paths that would damage the vegetation, and the natives could no longer pursue them.
After escaping for a distance and confirming that the natives wouldn’t chase them imdiately, Wen Wen took out a round wooden stick, a dry tree trunk, and so dried fine grass.
These items were picked up along the way as he fled. He intended to use them to create fire by friction.
Before Wen Wen beca a superpower user, he had undergone specialized outdoor survival training, and making fire was a trivial task for him.
In this dream world, there was no source of fire, as burning was seen by the natives as environntal contamination itself.
Wen Wen believed that as long as he created fire, he could easily destabilize the foundation of this dream world.
He used the blade to shape the round wooden stick and dry wooden board appropriately, placed them on dry grass twisted into a bird’s nest shape, and began rubbing the round wooden stick rapidly with both hands.
Soon, the wooden board began emitting smoke, and the sawdust brought out sparks. Seeing the timing was right, Wen Wen set aside the wooden board and stick, and blew gently on the dry grass below, which first smoked heavily then easily caught fire.
His operation seed simple, but it really required so skill to replicate. At least, typical people wouldn’t be able to match Wen Wen’s speed in rubbing the stick.
Then Wen Wen found two more wooden sticks, operated on nearby trees with the blade, and covered the tips of the sticks with pungent tree oil.
He lit one wooden stick and handed it to Delia, saying, "Now, let’s watch your performance."
"My performance... What am I supposed to do?" Delia asked skeptically, looking at Wen Wen.
Wen Wen grinned like a demon: "You should hate environntal protection by now. Follow your heart and do whatever you want."
Delia was silent for over ten seconds, then walked to the tree from which Wen Wen had extracted tree oil and directly set it on fire with the torch.
As she watched the flas fiercely consuming the tree, a ’pure’ smile appeared on her face, her first smile in over a year trapped in this dream world.
Afterward, she wandered through the forest with the torch, wanting to ignite anything she saw, as a vent for her year of hellish life.
Wen Wen watched her back and rubbed his nose, thinking that truly rescuing Delia wouldn’t create an ’Environntal Pollution Great Devil,’ would it?
This young girl had a knack for getting stuck in a quandary, and when she regained her freedom, she might do sothing unpredictable.
"That’s it! I can send her to a good ntal hospital. I’m really a great benevolent person."
Delia didn’t know what Wen Wen was thinking, even if she did, she wouldn’t care. She was deep in the pleasure of destroying everything now.
The natives who were still restoring the vegetation randomly damaged during Wen Wen’s escape beca flustered and confused after seeing the fire and billowing smoke there.
They were rely NPCs created by the dream. To their consciousness, fire was the most terrifying thing, and they didn’t know how to respond to the flas.
After panicking for over ten minutes, all the natives paused in their tracks. They looked towards the direction of the burning flas, picked up their weapons, and charged forth.
A higher consciousness had taken over their minds. They would first kill Delia and then extinguish the fire before Delia could revive again.
However, standing between them and Delia was a man with a bizarre grin, who was even more familiar with this forest than they were. He struck fiercely, often just passing by them, easily taking their lives.
Even without the Supernatural Power, Wen Wen could defeat Master Ye with bare hands, plus his combat experience which normal people absolutely wouldn’t have. Battling these natives was as simple as an adult man taking on kindergarten children solo.
After dealing with all the small fry, Wen Wen stopped and looked at a burly man in front of him, laughing twice.
This man stood two ters tall, with muscles as hard as granite, perhaps having the combat strength of one and a half Master Ye.
With Wen Wen’s current strength, dealing with this man truly required so thought—a challenge perhaps equal to an adult man taking on a beautiful kindergarten teacher solo...
Wen Wen cupped his fist towards him, "I, Wen Wen from Lu Gang, will attempt to strike your middle lane."
The burly man felt puzzled, middle lane?
So this guy was going to target his joints?
Heh, his middle lane wasn’t...
Bang!
Wen Wen kicked the man below the crotch rcilessly, and since he was only wearing leaves, the kick landed hard.
The burly man looked at Wen Wen in shock, knelt to the ground, and was then repeatedly punched in the nose until he was unconscious.
"I said I’d strike your middle lane, yet you didn’t guard against it. Are all you natives this confident?"
To Wen Wen, the so-called middle lane wasn’t the joints, but the center of the human body... which is the vulnerable part of a man.
After dealing with all pursuing natives, Wen Wen happily watched Delia’s performance as the forest gradually burned, with only a few birds and beasts scattering and fleeing.
The existence of these birds and beasts was to ensure Delia adhered to ’environntal protection’ principles, so their numbers were not high.
As the flas spread far and wide, the dream world grew increasingly fragile, and Delia’s expression beca more and more distorted, strangely resembling Wen Wen a bit. Soone with a weak heart might faint from fright.
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