Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 619 His mental state is so healthy, copy!

"I was clearly scratching [the mask], how could I..."

"What the hell?!"

The tall old man was utterly horrified, and a terrifying thought flashed through his mind.

His survival instinct, honed over decades of licking blood off the blade, erupted at this moment. He clenched his teeth, and half of his scarlet tongue, mixed with bits of flesh, spat out from his lips.

"laugh--!"

The excruciating pain of his tongue bursting open, mixed with the metallic taste of blood, filled his mouth, like a red-hot iron awl piercing his brain, tearing a sliver of clarity from the mire of mental erosion.

In a split second, the tall old man glared angrily and forcefully turned his neck.

There was only enough time to move it an inch!
A deadly glint of light grazed his neck, and a straight line of blood instantly appeared on his skin.

"Sizzle—!!!"

A crisp, melodious sound of flesh and bone tearing suddenly rang out, accompanied by a fountain of scalding blood mist!
A withered right arm, along with most of the shoulder, spun and shot into the sky like a severed branch, drawing a bloody arc in the air.

Then, with a "thud," it crashed heavily to the ground not far away, its fingers still clenched together like knives, twitching slightly.

The tall old man staggered backward, his only remaining arm pressing tightly against his bleeding shoulder. Thick blood gushed from between his fingers, pooling on the cold ground and spreading into a larger and larger puddle.

His cloudy eyes bulged almost out of their sockets—the dark, poisonous welts that had spread across [Masked]'s chest were now slowly fading?!
Although it has not yet fully regained its color, the putrid blackness is fading rapidly.

Conversely, the blackness on his chest became increasingly viscous, and the veins under his skin bulged and twisted rapidly, as if crawling with black earthworms.

"Could it be that the faded part... transferred to us?"

The tall old man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he stammered in a hoarse voice,

"you you you……"

His gaze was fixed on [the mask], as if trying to pierce through the cold mask and see what kind of monster lurked inside.

Hearing the tall old man's call, [Masked] woke up without holding a grudge.

He naturally moved his neck, making a slight "click" sound, as if he were just stretching his muscles after waking up.

Then he reached out and gently pinched the black nail on his chest, pulling it out with fluid movements... as if it were just a trivial splinter.

As the black fingernails were pulled out, the blackness on [Masked]'s chest could not be sustained and faded even faster, gradually turning from black to grayish-brown.

"Nice little gadget, I'll take it."

[Masked] lightly twirled the black fingernail that shimmered with an eerie light, while the tomoe in his eyes slowly rotated in response.

He casually wiped it on his lapel and put it into his pocket.

The tall old man's breath hitched, and his cloudy, single eye glared so hard it almost popped open as he stared intently at [Mask] without blinking.

[Masked] was quite "understanding," tilting his head and watching with great interest the other's trembling pupils and convulsing facial muscles with his scarlet eyes.

He answered slowly and deliberately in a metallic voice, behind the mask:

"Don't be afraid, I didn't transfer the harm to you. I still bore the vast majority of the harm myself. I just..."

He paused for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully, or perhaps savoring the other person's increasingly rapid breathing.

Then, a hint of warm laughter appeared in that cold voice:

"It only gave you a very small fraction of the rebound. Really, I'm not lying to you."

He held up his index finger and gently shook it, saying with utmost sincerity:
"Seriously, I guarantee it with my integrity, it only rebounds by 15% each time!!"

[Breakthrough Skill Blade Armor (Passive): Whenever you are attacked, your skin can adjust the point of impact as if it were alive, spreading the impact force throughout your body, and can also use the force to reflect some of the damage.]

Each time you are attacked, reflect 15% of the damage you receive!
"A rebound?!"

The tall old man's heartbeat, which had just slowed down slightly because of the "not a transfer," suddenly spiked to its limit when he heard the second half of the sentence, and his heart almost jumped out of the hole in his chest.

Isn't this even scarier than relocation?

After all, the transfer could be to someone else, or it could be to the plants, but the backlash can only be directed at the perpetrator.

15%? Is the calculation really that precise?

So, besides manipulating shadows, creating illusions, and controlling bones, [Masked] also has an incredibly powerful ability to bounce back!

No way, who exactly is this evil sect behind you? They're so generous, piling their abilities on you like they don't care about money, and they're all incredibly powerful!

The tall old man now had serious doubts that their information about [the Mask] was seriously flawed.

[Mask] is probably not the host of the evil ritual, but rather the evil ritual's own son.

However, this also confirms the young master's judgment: the parchment scroll is extremely valuable and must be brought back to the young master.

The tall old man took a deep breath, a agonizing pain, like poisonous insects gnawing at his heart, shooting through his shattered chest. Spiderweb-like black lines had already crawled across half of his face.

"Don't try to fool us. If you really only reflected 15% of the damage, the remaining 85% of the corrosive blood poison would have killed you long ago."

[Masked] smiled silently, a subtle curve appearing at the corners of his mouth beneath the mask.

There are, of course, many reasons why he survived.

Other evil ritual parasites would likely have their spirits and wills shattered by endless whispers and erosion, such as his beloved younger sister Feng Yuhuai, who is a living example.

But he's different. His mental world... is far too "healthy".

The evil rituals within him do not corrupt him; on the contrary, they constantly educate the evil rituals within him to strive to be good sons.

If one had to find an evil ritual that could corrupt his spirit, it could only be... the one who guided him on his path to progress... his father, the ruler.

Additionally, [Blood Bar Deceptive Eye] and [Deceitful Glasses] respectively added 7 and 8 points to his mental resistance.

With a full 15 points of mental resistance, he is not entirely immune to mental attacks, corruption, curses, illusions, etc.

It's practically an insulator.

The mental toxins from black fingernails were nothing more than a tickle to him.

Most importantly, his body can generate blood bars at any time!

One drop of blood and you die?

It's not that you can't, but you have to ask the system if it will allow it.

But there's no need to explain these complex reasons to a dead person.

[Masked] gently stroked the mask on his face and chuckled softly:

"I survived for a reason, but you probably won't be able to hold on. You'll die from just one drop of blood, didn't you say that!"

Black Nails are quite deadly; [Masked]'s health bar dropped by a whopping 271 points. 15% of 271 is exactly 40.65 points of damage, which, rounded up, is 41 points.

According to the tall old man's own advertising slogan, he now needs to die 41 times.

The tall old man's lips had gradually turned black, which showed that he really hadn't made any false advertisements.

Seeing that he couldn't extract any more information, the tall old man slowly closed his cloudy single eye, adopting a resigned posture.

Her remaining arm hung limply like a broken puppet, but secretly slipped into her pocket, hidden by her sleeve.

pity……

"Ha—, still not honest even on your deathbed. Too bad, nothing you do can escape my eyes."

The moment the tall old man closed his eyes, [Masked] had vanished from the spot, and the voice came from the shadow beneath his feet.

One was poisoned and lost blood, causing its movements to become sluggish, while the other, due to blood loss, activated [Berserk Blood], causing its speed to surge.

With one increase and the other decrease, the result is self-evident.

A pale hand shot out like lightning, faster than him, and grabbed into the latter's pocket. As the five fingers closed, the pitch-black, lusterless Corrosion Bead was held and played with between the fingertips.

The tall old man's hand grasped at empty air, his eyes glaring angrily.

[Masked] gave him no chance to speak. Sharp finger bones pierced the latter's carotid artery, turning into a greedy straw, instantly drawing out the remaining, not yet completely contaminated, warm blood plasma in the latter's body, along with some broken life essence.

The tall old man's body shrank at a visible rate, his skin quickly losing its last luster and becoming like a shrunken parchment.

"Thank you for the reminder. I'll accept this Corrosion Bead," [Masked] said gratefully.

"Uh...uh..."

The tall old man could only utter incomprehensible breaths from his throat, and in his unfocused pupils, the last thing reflected was the smooth skin on [Masked]'s chest.

The remaining grayish-brown marks also disappeared. Moreover, the wound torn by the fingernail healed by the flesh moving around, leaving not a single scar.

Vampiric healing?

Yet another ability!!!
This realization vanished into a final fragment of thought, plunging into eternal darkness along with consciousness.

His chapped, blackened lips trembled very slightly, but in the end, no sound came out.

The last faint light in his eyes went out completely, his head tilted limply to one side, and he died.

Therefore, it was quite regrettable that he did not see the hand that had sucked him dry go into his chest and grasp his heart, which had just stopped beating.

[You are peering into an aging heart!]
[Residual capacity being tested]
[From this heart, you glimpse three abilities that have not yet faded.]
1. Corrosive Yin Strength Lv.3
Trait Description:

This is an extremely insidious internal energy cultivation method that mixes bone-corroding and marrow-corroding dark energy into the circulation of qi and blood, infiltrating the enemy's body like a bone-deep sore.

Unlike the immediate effects of forceful and vigorous methods, it works like a slow-acting poison, causing the meridians to wither and life force to dissipate.

Special bonus: When used with "black nail polish," it can produce a corrosive effect dozens of times greater.
2. Burning blood Lv.3
Trait Description:

By igniting one's life essence with a unique mental technique, the blood vessels throughout the body instantly boil like molten lava, and within the limit that the meridians can withstand, a significant explosive enhancement is obtained (approximately 25% increase in overall strength).

Cost: With each use, the life force lost due to the burning of essence and blood is like sand slipping through an hourglass.

With prolonged use, the skin gradually becomes like withered wood, cracked and wrinkled, the complexion becomes sallow like that of a dying person, and the body becomes emaciated, revealing the signs of life decay.

3. Proof of Unwavering Loyalty Lv.4
Trait Description:

This is a spiritual quality engraved deep in the soul, like an invisible brand, and the holder is naturally surrounded by a unique spiritual field.

Effect assessment:

In the eyes of the superiors you serve, those with this trait are more likely to be seen as thoroughly domesticated subordinates, like the most trustworthy hounds or assassins.

[You can choose one to copy (the copying capability is forcibly adapted to the user's current rank)]
[Masked]'s eyes suddenly froze, his gaze focusing on the three lines of text that appeared on his retina.

Every single ability is something that [Masked] covets, and giving up any one of them would be like a knife to his heart.

The gifts from Uptown are truly extraordinary!
At this moment, even [Mask] had to admit: the people of the Upper City were indeed much more "noble" than the people of the Lower City... at least as materials.

[Mask] lightly tapped the mask with his fingertips, revealing a rare hint of hesitation.

The name "Corrosive Yin Strength lv3" is enough to make anyone's heart itch with desire.

The insidious and vicious use of force was practically tailor-made for a villainous character like him. What's even more ingenious is that he also had matching black fingernails lying in his pocket; it would seem inexcusable not to choose them.

The 25% burst damage boost from Blood Burning Lv3 seems unremarkable at first glance, but if it resonates with the [Berserk Blood] within him, the scene is too beautiful for him to even imagine.

Furthermore, the so-called "loss of vitality" was negligible to him; he could easily replenish it with a late-night snack.

Finally, [Masked]'s gaze fell upon Proof of Loyalty lv4.

This ability does not improve combat strength in any way, but it is of great help to future "progress" and planning.

[Masked] The tomoe in his eyes slowly stopped turning, and his fingertip gently touched the void.

—Proof of Unwavering Loyalty, Level 4.

He has no shortage of ways to improve his combat power; if he misses this upgrade, there will be another one. But trust between people is the universal key to creating a beautiful new world.

Manipulating people's hearts is the eternally top-tier skill.

Only by manipulating people's hearts can one manipulate fate!

[You've copied the proof of unwavering loyalty!]
[The copying capability is forced to adapt to the user's current rank.]
[You have obtained the skill "Proof of Loyalty" lv3.]
The cold, impersonal message flashed on my retina. Although the rank suppression caused the skill to be downgraded, it wasn't a big problem.

He can make up for what's missing by relying on the goodwill bonus from [The Deceitful Glasses] and his increasingly masterful performing arts.

[Masked] slowly withdrew his hand from the tall old man's broken and withered chest. Countless gray-white particles, like sand in an hourglass, slipped through his pale and clean fingers.

[Masked] stood still, mask lowered, looking down at the desiccated corpse on the ground, and uttered three words lightly:

"Get up!"

The air suddenly froze, and some kind of irrational ripple spread out from the sound source.

The next second, the desiccated corpse on the ground, its heart ripped out, convulsed violently.

As if struck hard by an invisible electric current, the bones rubbed together, making a crisp "crunching" sound, like rusty gears being forcibly started.

First, his three remaining right-hand fingers suddenly convulsed and curled up, the broken nails scraping against the metal floor with a piercing "squeak."

Then, his left knee made a cracking sound and suddenly bent at a completely reversed angle, lifting his entire leg upwards.

The mummy's spine arched into an exaggerated curve, and its wrinkled skin trembled violently with each movement, like an old fur coat that might break and fall off at any moment.

.......
(End of this chapter)