Simultaneously traversing from Type-Moon

She knew Du Can had a backup plan, but she never expected it to be so astonishing.

The intensity of this fire magic was definitely enough to break through the zombie king's defenses. What alarmed her even more was that Du Can hadn't uttered a single incantation throughout the entire attack.

Instant magic.

A few seconds later, the fire tornado, radiating intense heat, finally dissipated.

A ring of scorched marks was left on the ground.

Du Can stood unharmed in the middle of that scorched earth. There wasn't a single trace of burning, and even his clothes were perfectly intact.

The "thing" he was holding in his hand had turned into a charred corpse.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the coke turned into countless black dust particles, dissipating into the air.

Du Can clapped his hands, his tone as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"The strength is alright, but not as strong as mine."

Chapter 18 Levels of Strength

In the space of the light sphere.

Du Can of Type-Moon couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "Instant kill!"

Douluo Du Can, however, rested his chin on his hand, seemingly lost in thought: "I feel like his death was a bit too hasty. After all, he was the first boss, how come there was no difficulty at all?"

“Yeah.” Du Can of Type-Moon also realized what was going on. “I prepared for so long, and it turns out they were just two little karami. I should have just taken the initiative and avoided worrying for so many days.”

Du Can shook his head, his tone becoming serious: "Don't underestimate your opponent. Although you defeated that zombie instantly, it doesn't mean he was weak. You were able to kill him easily because you had a fire element that countered him. Just like you said, the elemental advantage in your world is paramount, which is why you were able to kill him so easily. If you only had Blue Silver Grass, it would probably be much more difficult to kill him."

Douluo Du Can thought for a moment and interjected, "I feel that even if we can't kill him, the Blue Silver Grass can trap him without any problem. At worst, we can cooperate with Ye Sizhen and have her use the puppets to finish him off."

Du Can of Type-Moon nodded, his smile fading: "Indeed, we must not be arrogant or complacent."

……

My thoughts drifted away from the space of the light sphere.

Du Can opened his eyes and saw Ye Sizhen squatting next to the corpse of the compass-robed man, carefully feeling around for something.

A moment later, she found a few things on the corpse and casually tossed them at Du Can.

"Your spoils."

Du Can reached out and caught it. It contained an antique compass, a white candle, several sticks of incense, a stack of talismans, and a peach wood sword.

He focused his senses and determined that there were no hidden tricks left behind on these relics, so he calmly put them away.

He glanced at the corpse on the ground: "What should we do with him? Should I set it on fire and burn him?"

"Then there's no need." Ye Sizhen stood up, dusting off her hands. "I'll have someone come and handle it."

Du Can nodded, then suddenly remembered something and casually asked, "Ms. Ye, what brings you here today to help me fight monsters?"

Ye Sizhen gently retrieved the three dolls that had been thrown into the grass, as if she were picking up injured children.

Without looking up, she replied, "I was already determined to destroy the Black Robe Organization, but it just so happens that I ran into you today."

The three dolls were now badly damaged and battered. Ye Sizhen saw this and her lips twitched slightly with heartache.

Du Can didn't notice her expression and said to himself, "I see. But they only sent these two weaklings this time. I wonder if they'll send more later."

Ye Sizhen looked up and gave him a strange look: "I think, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Black Robe Organization can be declared destroyed. The two we just defeated should be their last members."

Du Can was slightly taken aback: "Only two people left?... No, one of them is a zombie. Is that all the members of your organization?"

“There were originally quite a few members.” Ye Sizhen carefully cradled the three puppets in her arms. “But most of them had already been captured or killed by the Spiral Pavilion, leaving only these two. Now, they’re gone too.”

Du Can breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'm relieved. But the last two were a bit weak; they both collapsed before I even used my full strength."

Ye Sizhen couldn't help but look up at him, her tone tinged with helplessness: "It's not that their strength is lacking, it's that your strength is too far beyond the norm."

Du Can paused for a moment, then pointed to himself: "Exceeding the limit? Me?"

He knows his own level perfectly well.

The Dou Shi realm converted from Doupo and the Soul Zun realm converted from Douluo Dalu are, if not utterly weak, at least ant-like.

How could such strength be rated as "exceeding the standard"?

Ye Sizhen saw his confusion and said seriously, "You seem to have a great misunderstanding of your own strength. Your plant magic and fire magic are both very powerful. Putting aside the research, creation, and application system of magicians, just looking at the practical application of magic by a magician, your strength is definitely second to none. At least, I can't do the kind of method of manipulating plants and fire without chanting spells."

Du Can was silent for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "May I ask, Ms. Ye, are these two considered strong or weak in the magic world?"

Ye Sizhen answered without hesitation: "Of course it's strong. A magician with supernatural powers can use eight kinds of supernatural powers, while an ordinary magician can only master one or two in his entire life. As for the Zombie King, he is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. The mysterious weight he has accumulated is enough to make most magicians unable to lift their heads, not to mention his various methods that go against human reason."

After listening, Du Can nodded thoughtfully: "I see... then I roughly know my current level."

Ye Sizhen looked at him, then suddenly sighed softly, a hint of self-deprecation in her voice: "Mr. Du's strength truly amazes me. If I had known you were such a formidable fighter, I wouldn't have presumptuously come all this way to help you deal with the remnants of the Black Robe Gang."

Du Can immediately understood the implied meaning: "Oh? So it wasn't just a coincidence, you came here specifically to help me."

Ye Sizhen realized she had let something slip and pursed her lips.

Du Can didn't mind at all and said generously, "Although you didn't help at all, I'll consider it a favor I owe you because of Ms. Ye's efforts."

This is just a polite remark. After all, the small favor owed for "failed to save someone" is not as valuable as taking attendance or picking up takeout for someone in college.

Ye Sizhen's eyes lit up: "Really? Then can you join my faction?"

Du Can sighed helplessly, "Why do you insist on me joining your faction? Are there so few of you?"

"It is indeed quite rare." Ye Sizhen nodded frankly.

Du Can asked curiously, "May I ask what your faction mainly does?"

Ye Sizhen immediately perked up and spoke faster: "Expand into overseas markets."

"What?"

“Currently, Spiral Pavilion is mainly located in East Asia and Southeast Asia, and its involvement in the West is not deep.” Ye Sizhen explained earnestly, “I want to establish Spiral Pavilion in Western countries so that mind magic can be used normally there.”

Du Can suddenly realized: "Isn't that the Confucius Institute?"

"The establishment of Confucius Institutes has indeed helped to establish the foundation of mind magic." Ye Sizhen nodded. "After all, mind magic itself is rooted in Eastern thought."

"To allow Westerners to accept Eastern culture and thus create fertile ground for the magic of thought," Du Can said sincerely. "A very good idea."

Ye Sizhen looked at him expectantly: "How about it? Can you lend me a hand?"

Du Can paused for a moment, then shook his head: "I'm sorry, I have a very ordinary mindset and I'm really not interested in such grand matters."

Ye Sizhen's eyes darkened, unable to hide her disappointment.

Du Can paused, then added, "However, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to me. Of course, I may not be able to help you."

Ye Sizhen looked up at him, a glimmer of light returning to her eyes, and nodded sincerely: "Then thank you for your promise."

Du Can waved his hand and turned to walk down the mountain.

As for what happened afterward—the body, the scene, the aftermath—Ye Sizhen had said she would have someone handle it, and he didn't need to worry about it.

Ye Sizhen stood there, watching his receding figure, then looked down at the three badly damaged dolls in her arms, then looked around at the forest that had been ravaged by the battle, and at the already cold corpse beside her, and sighed deeply.

She took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, I've taken care of everything here. You guys come over and clean up the site." She paused, then added, "Oh, and bring some saplings and fertilizer. Some areas... need replanting."

Chapter 19 Aftermath

Life must go on.

After returning home, Du Can took some time to carefully examine the spoils of war.

The ancient compass was cast in brass, and its surface was engraved with patterns of the One Element, Two Elements, Four Symbols, and Eight Trigrams, with intricate yet regular lines.

With a little sensing, he discovered that it sealed the operation of eight supernatural powers. The user would need to make precise adjustments to the compass in order to unleash the corresponding power.

This is not a convenient method like a magic crest that can operate automatically simply by inputting magic power; rather, it is a high-level magical artifact that requires complex calculations and real-time calibration.

That black robe with the compass was probably able to unleash so many amazing techniques thanks to it.

As for that candle, it was quite interesting. Du Can tried to light it and found that it didn't burn even a little bit after half a day; no matter how much wind blew or water poured on it, the flame didn't move an inch, and he could only extinguish it by blowing on it himself.

He judged that this should be the legendary "mermaid candle," which is said to have been used as an ever-burning lamp in the mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, lasting for thousands of years.

In addition, there was a stack of talismans, mostly for calming the mind, protecting the body, and suppressing corpses; several sticks of incense, carrying the scent of exorcising evil spirits; and a peach wood sword made of lightning-struck wood.

Du Can examined them all and felt that these things were more effective against zombies than against people. He smiled and put them away.

He then set about moving back to his original residence.

After spending some time settling back home, Du Can prepared to return to her normal work routine. Just as she stepped outside, she bumped into her neighbor, an older man.

"Hey, isn't this Ah-Can?" the uncle greeted him warmly. "Where have you been these past few days? I haven't seen you anywhere."

Du Can casually replied, "It's nothing serious, I just went out for a walk to clear my head."

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze lingered on the uncle's face.

The man's complexion looked rather abnormal; his skin was dull and grayish, and he appeared listless.

Du Can sensed it secretly and indeed detected a faint trace of yin energy on him, exactly the same as the aura emanating from the zombie.

Fortunately, it was only a trace, not fatal, but enough to make a healthy person sick for several days.

Du Can calmly circulated his fighting spirit, gently injecting a wisp of fire power into the uncle's body to completely dispel the yin energy.

The middle-aged man suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Why do I suddenly feel warm? Is the temperature rising?"

"Uncle, are you sick?" Du Can suggested, seizing the opportunity. "You look a bit weak. Remember to take some supplements to nourish yourself."

The middle-aged man immediately straightened his back, speaking with great bravado: "Nonsense, how could I be weak?" He paused, then scratched his head, "But I have been feeling a bit mentally exhausted lately... Sigh, just now I felt much better."

Du Can smiled and said goodbye, then strolled around the area. He discovered that all the neighbors looked unwell, and each had some lingering trace of yin energy in their bodies. Although it wasn't fatal, he estimated that they would all fall seriously ill soon.

He decided to act all at once, silently dispelling all the yin energy from everyone.

It seems that when that zombie was active in this area, the yin energy emanating from its body leaked out and contaminated these people.

It's a shame that the zombie didn't cause Du Can much trouble when it was alive, but it left behind a mess after it died.

Du Can dialed Ye Sizhen's number.