The Dark World—a realm connected to countless planes, specifically designed to receive dark creatures after death.
This place was utter chaos, filled with constant slaughter and battle!
There was no food, no resources, and no entertainment of any kind.
Only scorched earth stretched across the land, along with endless demonic entities that would revive even after death.
And it was into this chaotic realm that a newcomer arrived—Qin Ming, who had followed the evil spirit through the rift.
Wielding a peachwood sword and allowing his body to be scorched by the oppressive environment, Qin Ming chased the evil spirit and hacked at it for several days straight.
The good news was, after returning to the Dark World, the evil spirit was completely crippled.
It couldn't possess dark creatures, which meant it was utterly useless here—nothing more than a free-floating soul.
Facing Qin Ming's relentless pursuit, it couldn't even resist. All it could do was flee in desperation.
However, that came with a piece of bad news: this evil spirit simply couldn't be killed!
It wasn't like those revive-on-death monsters—it truly couldn't die!
This thing was essentially a mass of dark energy within the Dark World that had gained sentience, and its core being was intrinsically linked to the Dark World itself.
If you couldn't destroy the Dark World, then you couldn't destroy it either—it was a byproduct of the world itself!
Qin Ming didn't have the power to destroy an entire world, so naturally, he had no way to truly eliminate this thing. That was the real terror behind the SSS-ranked skill the evil spirit possessed.
That power—this power—was true immortality in the most literal sense. It couldn't be destroyed by any means, only sealed.
In essence, it was like a fragment of the world's will—a serpent of the Dark World.
It just wasn't strong enough to back that up yet.
For three whole days, Qin Ming chased and slashed it apart over a thousand times, only for it to instantly reform again and again.
Eventually, Qin Ming gave up the idea of fighting it to the bitter end.
Not because he let go of his grudge—but because during the chase, he ended up in the middle of a horde of monsters.
And this horde didn't seem particularly welcoming to their uninvited guest.
Surrounded on all sides by grotesque and bizarre-looking creatures, Qin Ming's expression darkened. He casually tossed the peachwood sword aside.
"What? You guys want a piece of me too?"
The surrounding monsters exchanged glances. Then, they suddenly parted to clear a path.
A moment later, heavy footsteps echoed as a towering minotaur—over six meters tall—dragged a massive weapon out from the ranks.
It stepped in front of Qin Ming and looked down at him, snorting hot air from its nostrils, eyes filled with ferocity and cruelty.
Just as Qin Ming raised his head and met its gaze expressionlessly, the minotaur suddenly opened its jaws and let out a deafening roar directly in his face.
"RAAHHH—!!"
SMACK!
The roar had only just begun when a loud impact rang out.
The minotaur's massive body froze stiff on the spot—then toppled over like a felled tree.
Qin Ming, who had punched it straight in the skull and knocked it out cold, stood surrounded by stunned silence. Scowling, he raised both hands.
"What the hell are you yelling for?! I could see your damn stomach lining! Anyone else feel like dying today? Come on then!"
Upon hearing that, the surrounding monsters slowly turned to look at each other. After three seconds of silence, they all suddenly raised their weapons and roared as they charged straight at Qin Ming…
...
In the blink of an eye, over two more months had passed. As a flash of light burst from the Nightmare Space, Qin Ming finally completed his main mission—surviving for three full months—and was forcibly teleported back.
But the Qin Ming who returned to the Nightmare Space was now cloaked in thick, seething black mist. His already sharp features looked even more vicious than before.
Especially his eyes—glowing with a deep red light—radiated raw savagery.
During those two months in the Dark World, Qin Ming hadn't done a single other thing. He had just been fighting!
Anyone who challenged him, he fought. Anyone he encountered, he fought. Anyone who so much as rubbed him the wrong way, he beat down!
The Dark World, a realm designed to contain dark creatures, was essentially a massive prison. And naturally, there wasn't a single decent soul in the entire place.
Their way of establishing hierarchy was simple and brutal: whoever could win a fight was the boss.
And faced with these mindless brutes who only knew how to speak with their fists, Qin Ming adapted quickly.
Relying entirely on his undying body, he forced countless monsters into submission.
At the time of his return, the guy had even scheduled a turf war with another local boss. They had set up a proper battleground with followers on both sides—winner takes the title of the new top dog!
If he'd stayed for a few more months, Qin Ming might've swallowed up every small faction in the area and become a bona fide warlord in the Dark World—ruling by pure strength until he eventually ran into someone stronger.
After two months of nonstop combat, Qin Ming's already aggressive nature had reached terrifying levels. His entire being now radiated a suffocating bloodlust.
As for the evil spirit he had been chasing? Forget it—that thing had vanished ages ago!
And now that Qin Ming had become a local power in the Dark World, he finally figured out what the evil spirit really was. It wasn't some dark overlord at all!
To be precise, within the Dark World—it had absolutely zero status!
The thing was completely useless in this world. It wasn't even good at fighting—it was basically just a punching bag. And not a unique one, either—there were tons of them! They were a whole race!
Maybe in the real world, it had useful abilities.
But in the Dark World, it was pure trash—so useless that anyone could bully it.
In fact, Qin Ming had even recruited one into his ranks after two months of brawling. When they first met, he mistook it for his old enemy and beat the crap out of it on the spot.
[Congratulations, User 441985 has returned...Calculating rewards...Calculation complete...]
[Main Mission: Survive — Completed. Reward: 10,000 points, 10 free attribute points]
[Optional Mission: Kill a story boss — Completed. Reward: 10,000 points, 10 free attribute points]
[Title Mission Completed: Defender of the Way]
[Title Mission Completed: Purger of Evil]
[Title Mission Completed: Sealer of the Gate of Darkness]
[Mission Summary: 20,000 points, 20 free attribute points, 2 Silver Titles, 1 Gold Title]
[Congratulations to the host for fully sealing two Gates of Darkness and preventing the evil spirit's world-ending plan. You have successfully cleared the game. Reward: Completion Treasure Chest x1]
As the data report concluded in his ears, Qin Ming looked at the frozen image in front of him—himself in the Dark World, leading a gang of monsters, fists flying in every direction—and his mouth twitched violently.
He really had gained a lot this time, especially with the title missions—he somehow managed to complete all three, even earning a rare gold title.
But in the process, the constant brawling had worn him down completely, body and soul.
At last, he truly understood why villains always ended up as lunatics.
If all the villains came crawling out of the Dark World, spending every day locked in endless battles, how could they possibly stay sane?
Just two months had drenched him in killing intent—if he'd stayed two years, Qin Ming might've turned into a full-blown homicidal maniac.
(End of Chapter)