Infinite Pollution: The SSS Guide Pierces the Horror Dungeon - chapter 8

Wen Song had always loved fluffy little toys since she was a child.

She could still remember the fluffy brown teddy bear that had accompanied her since she was little, a gift her mother had picked up at a supermarket.

It had once been her most relied upon and favorite toy.

Even though her mother smoked, gambled, drank heavily, and stayed out all night, as long as the bear was with her, she wasn’t afraid.

When she was five, her mother abandoned her and ran off with another man, leaving only Wen Song and the teddy bear behind.

She hugged the bear and cried through countless nights, falling asleep in tears, waking up in tears. At five, she finished all the food in the house, and in order to survive, she sneaked into an abandoned supermarket.

The supermarket was in utter disarray. Anything valuable had long since been looted, leaving only expired, opened, or rat-gnawed items.

She was so hungry that she clutched those things and devoured them ravenously.

It was there that she encountered her first zombie.

It was five meters away, caught her scent, and charged at her recklessly. She thought: this is all the food I have.

So, she stabbed the zombie in the temple with her self-defense knife, then used all her strength to push over a shelf.

She watched as it fell under the shelf, its head crushed, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere.

The teddy bear she hadn’t managed to grab was stained with filth.

After that, she left it there forever.

Her plush teddy bear and the Little Black Panther in her arms now felt remarkably similar to the touch.

Wen Song stroked the Black Panther from head to tail, savoring the smooth, soft sensation beneath her hand.

At first, the Black Panther tried to resist, but as soon as it moved, Wen Song pressed it down again. “Don’t move.”

A very human-like expression of shame and anger appeared on the Black Panther’s face. It wanted to leap out of Wen Song’s arms, but the tingling, numbing sensation on its body, combined with the cloud-like caresses, made its whole body go limp.

It really… felt so good.

After three seconds of resistance, the Black Panther’s paws curled up uncontrollably, and it stubbornly closed its eyes.

It wasn’t surrender!

Nor was it bewitched by this woman!

It was just that its psychological trauma was too severe and needed her treatment!

“Huh… why is Boss’s face getting redder and redder?” someone leaned in toward their Boss.

“Hmm? Let me see!”

As soon as these words were spoken, others immediately crowded over.

Before they could see anything, they met Qin Xu’s frosty gaze. “Stay alert!”

The next second, before anyone could react, the car door swung open. Qin Xu got in at once, tightly gripping Wen Song’s hand as he did so.

Wen Song felt her body being pulled, but the spiritual guidance wasn’t finished yet-she couldn’t withdraw on her own.

Besides, the people of the Northern Frontier were all here; they wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

Along the way, she had heard many things about the Northern Frontier, with Qin Xu receiving especially high praise.

Loyal, extremely responsible to his subordinates, and, more importantly, very kind to the civilians of the Northern Frontier.

It was a completely different story from what she’d heard in the Imperial Capital.

As for which version was true…

Wen Song trusted what she saw with her own eyes.

She lowered her head and looked at the Little Black Panther in her arms. She remembered her teachers saying that, upon entering a Sentinel’s Spiritual Landscape and finding the Sentinel’s Spirit Body, all she needed to do was begin the spiritual guidance.

The key was: how exactly was she supposed to start this spiritual guidance?

Surely it couldn’t just be giving it a massage?

Seeing that the Little Black Panther had stopped struggling, Wen Song spoke up, “You don’t need to hold it down anymore. It’s not moving.”

All the tendrils instantly loosened their grip.
Qin Xu instantly let out a sigh of relief. Those tentacles clung tightly to his skin, giving him a feeling of…

The next second, his body suddenly stiffened.

The Little Black Panther’s eyes also flew open in shock, staring at the small tentacle that had suddenly burrowed into its arms.

[So warm!]

[So soft!]

[Softer than my own body!]

[Master, hurry and touch its belly!]

A string of exclamations from the Spirit Body flooded Wen Song’s mind.

Belly?

Wen Song’s mind hadn’t moved yet, but her hand, without a trace of hesitation, reached into the Little Black Panther’s belly.

Ah…

It feels so nice to touch.

The Little Black Panther was now completely motionless.

“Hm? Why has your skin turned so red?”

Wen Song looked at the suddenly reddened belly of the Little Black Panther, thinking something was wrong, and immediately withdrew her hand.

Qin Xu barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief before, in the next instant, a magnified face appeared right in front of him.

Her forehead gently pressed against his.

“No fever… Is the spiritual trauma very severe?”

Wen Song, worried she might get lost in the Little Black Panther’s ‘beauty’, gently pressed her fingers to its forehead. “It’ll be fine soon.”

Her gentle spiritual power flowed into the Little Black Panther’s head.

The moment he felt the spiritual power inside his body, Qin Xu paused.

An A-level spiritual power!

Spiritual powers below A-level can also enter a Sentinel’s Spiritual Landscape, but only through contact with the Spirit Body, helping to relieve shallow spiritual trauma.

Only A-level and above Guides can enter the core of the Spirit Body within the Spiritual Landscape, clearing away those deep, long-accumulated spiritual wounds.

And these Guides are only kept by the Empire in the Green Tower, serving the Nobility and Royalty.

How could-

Before Qin Xu could figure it out, a wave of exhaustion swept over him.

He was too tired. After coming out of a Pollution Zone, he’d heard there was a passenger vehicle heading from the Imperial Capital to the Northern Frontier.

And on the highway, there was a Gang they’d long wanted to clear out.

To avoid civilian casualties, he’d only hastily injected a healing agent, then rushed over with his people without pause.

“Sleep, it’s alright.”

In a haze, he heard someone say this beside him.

And, incidentally, that person reached into his belly again!

He wanted to resist, but only managed to turn over before falling still again.

Wen Song opened her eyes, looking at Qin Xu, who was leaning against the back seat with his eyes closed, a faint interest flickering in her gaze.

Little Black Panther?

Very cute.

“We can return to the base now,” Wen Song called out to those outside.

“Huh? Oh, oh, oh! Alright, alright!”

The people outside hurried in, looking at their Boss, who was already asleep in the back, eyes wide with astonishment.

Their Boss was extremely vigilant, almost never sleeping outside.

And now he’d actually fallen asleep!

Seeing the fatigue on their Boss’s face, the group exchanged glances, tacitly lowering their voices to the utmost.

Boss was too tired and needed rest.

…

When Qin Xu woke again, it was already night.

He sat up at once, and at the same time, a Black Panther leapt out of the void!

Unlike the weak Little Black Panther he’d seen in the Spiritual Landscape before, now its fur was glossy, black to the point of shining, and its golden eyes were fierce and captivating.

Its entire aura was chillingly cold.

Base?

Qin Xu sat up, his last memory lingering on the spiritual guidance.

His eyes suddenly narrowed.

He’d actually let down all his defenses.

That Guide-