Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 172: Worst Luck in the World

A monkey-shaped spirit beast—only slightly larger than Xiao Mo, its fur shimmering like polished gold under the sunlight. It clung upside down by its tail, posture relaxed, like it didn't know fear—or maybe it simply didn't need to. Where the roc was massive and domineering, this monkey was sleek and eerie in its calmness. Its golden fur shimmered not like treasure, but like warning. But it wasn't the cuteness that made Wen Ran's blood run cold.

It was its aura.

"Nascent Soul realm…?" he muttered under his breath, unable to suppress the chill that ran through his spine. "You've got to be kidding me…"

His entire body tensed. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Why do I keep attracting freaks? First the roc, now this walking golden nightmare… what next? A dragon? A god?

His jaw clenched.

When will it be my turn to be the monster? When will I stop running—and start ripping heaven apart, piece by piece? Wen Ran clenched his free fist, the veins in his arm tightening as he silently swore to grow stronger—fast. No more hiding. No more playing the prey.

The monkey's lazy gaze slowly shifted.

Its gleaming yellow eyes locked onto him, and its small head tilted ever so slightly. The look it gave him wasn't hostile—no, it was worse. It was curious. Amused. As if the vast distance between them was nothing more than a single step… and then, it grinned.

Wen Ran's entire body stiffened. A chill crept down his spine like frost.

Shit…

Something had caught the it's attention. Is it the scent of the fruits? Their aura? Fuck… Where is fairness in this world? Either way, he didn't plan to stick around long enough to find out.

And then—he bolted, vanishing like an arrow loosed from the string.

With a swift and powerful yank, he pulled Xiao Mo back toward him. The string whipped through the air like a bowstring, launching the rabbit forward at terrifying speed. Her stomach twisted and flipped, ears flailing wildly as she was reeled in like a captured fish.

She collided with Wen Ran's chest, and in that moment, he caught her tight—arms wrapping around her like steel. His grip wasn't just protective, it was desperate. Fierce. Like if she slipped even an inch from his arms, he might never find her again.

Xiao Mo blinked up at him in shock, her tiny heart stuttering in her chest.

What… what is this feeling?

Before she could even think, a thunderous screech erupted behind them.

The golden monkey bared its fangs, the fruit still half-chewed in its mouth. The scent of the same fruits clung to Wen Ran's pouch like perfume, drawing both beasts in like a lure.

The roc screeched as well, wings spreading with a blast of spiritual pressure that cracked the air.

The two monsters locked eyes—then charged forward at once, almost crashing into each other in their haste to get to Wen Ran first. They didn't care about one another. Only about the prey who dared steal from them.

Now, Wen Ran was no longer the thief. He was the deer—wearing the pants of the hunted.

And even someone like him, with all his ambition and arrogance, had to admit one thing. Sometimes, retreating wasn't shameful. Today, it was the only damn choice left.

His feet instantly froze over with a thin layer of ice, letting him glide across the forest floor like a shadow skating over glass. It was a movement technique he had crafted himself, crude but effective—boosting his speed in bursts, and right now, he needed every bit of speed he could muster.

The roc let out a deafening screech behind him, a thunderous cry that seemed to shake the heavens themselves. Its spiritual pressure surged like a tidal wave, and then—suddenly—the sky split apart as it gained another terrifying burst of speed.

What the fuck… this is just great… even that bird broke into Nascent Soul realm out of sheer desperation? Wonderful. Just wonderful. This damn world, this damned system, those damned gods… I swear one day, I'll rise too. I'll burn it all down and rip the heavens apart piece by piece…

But he knew he was bluffing to himself. That kind of leap was impossible right now. His cultivation base was too low. He could scream all he wanted in his heart, but his legs were still doing all the work, running like mad through trees that blurred past him.

The problem was... the cliff.

It grew near with every desperate slide forward. And once he reached it, there was only one way out: down. A long drop with no visible path below. If he jumped, he could die. If he hesitated, he'd be torn apart by a golden monkey and a furious roc. If he had wings, maybe he could fly—but he didn't.

Dig a hole and bury myself? Hell, even that's sounding like a good option right now...

Then it hit him.

He skidded to a halt, nearly falling over from the sudden stop. The beasts were right behind him. Seconds away. But Wen Ran didn't hesitate—he clenched his fist, flooding it with fire qi, and slammed it straight into the ground.

Boom!

The earth cracked open beneath him as his flame-infused punch shattered the cliff's edge. Debris and rubble blasted out in every direction, shrouding the air with dust. At the same time, the explosion knocked him off the edge—exactly as planned. He fell, standing atop a large chunk of rock like a surfer guiding his board down a wave, his feet sliding, legs shaking from the strain.

He winced, but somehow—somehow—he stayed upright.

Xiao Mo was tucked into his arms the whole way down, but even she nearly flew out from his grip. He wrapped his arms tighter around her and landed with a grunt, dust and stone crashing beside him.

He panted heavily, but at least he made it. He was safe. Or… so he thought.

And then he looked up.

At least a dozen beasts stared back at him.

Each one radiated pressure. Each one exuded a terrifying aura. All of them were Nascent Soul stage creatures… just resting in this secluded valley floor, right where he landed.

And now, they were all looking at him.

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What the hell is this world…? Stop messing with me…

He wanted to cry.

But not even the tears dared to come out anymore.