Mystery: The Traveler Who Holds the Star Key

The East District, a deathly silent alleyway.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any blood and flesh being torn apart.

When that hand wearing a black velvet glove.

When pressed on the back of that foul-smelling monster.

Everything that happened was eerily quiet.

It's like flushing a toilet and having the flush button pressed.

In Orion's psychic vision.

The deep red spiritual light that had been boiling like magma on the monster's body, representing "intuition," was instantly absorbed by the monocle on the glove.

Ability Theft: Completed.

Target capability: [Malice detection].

Return countdown: 24 hours.

The monster froze abruptly.

Its original beast-like sense of control over its surroundings has disappeared.

It's like a hunter with normal vision suddenly being blinded, plunging into absolute darkness and bewilderment.

That is, in this very second.

Two extraordinary individuals who both do not want to die.

Two top-level logical reasoning exercises were completed in my mind at "lightning speed".

Orion's face turned deathly pale instantly:

"Wait... [Malice Detection]?!"

"Isn't this the core ability only possessed by the [Abyss] pathway and Sequence 6 'Demon'?!"

"Me, a Sequence 7 'Astrologer,' going head-to-head with a Sequence 6 'Demon'?!"

Cold sweat instantly soaked through his expensive velvet suit.

Great!

Why does the divination result show only moderate danger?

Why is the survival rate as high as 98%?

"Damn! I remember now!"

Orion's occult knowledge was triggering a frenzy:

"A serial killer with a pre-sequence 7 has mastered the ritual of worshipping demons, which can effectively interfere with divination and spiritual communication!"

If it's sequence 6, this interference will only be stronger!

His divination was blocked!

"I shouldn't have been so careless!"

"If it were Cthulhu... he would never risk his life to save a streetwalker!"

"Damn it! I stole the least offensive 'radar'!"

"Once this guy realizes what's happening, he'll completely turn into a demon..."

"I only have 'Burning Thirst' to break through their defenses."

"But my small frame simply can't withstand its explosive power!"

"Run! We have to run! Even if it costs us all our spiritual energy, we must run through the walls!"

This was the only thought in Orion's mind.

however.

Simultaneously "deducing" with him was the monster whose "radar" had been stolen.

That intuition that constantly lingered in its mind, guiding it to kill or avoid danger, was instantly emptied.

That feeling of instant mental clarity.

Instead, this plunged the demon, which was on the verge of spiraling out of control, into even greater fear.

"What's wrong with this guy?!"

The monster's murky eyes were fixed on the seemingly frail man in front of it.

"He can walk through walls...that's the apprentice route!"

"But why was my ability stolen? Wasn't that a thief's ability?"

"A dual approach?! No, impossible!"

In an instant, a sequence name that struck fear into the hearts of all extraordinary beings below the level of demigods leaped into his mind:

"Could it be those lunatics from the Aurora Society? Sequence 5, the Shepherd?!"

"Only a shepherd can devour the souls of others and wield a variety of extraordinary abilities!"

But the next second, he rejected the idea himself:

"No! That's not right! If he were a Sequence 5 powerhouse, I would have been dead from that attack! He's definitely not that strong!"

Having ruled out the shepherd, the remaining possibilities point to the other extreme.

A more logical, yet chilling, deduction surfaced in the demon's chaotic mind:

"The ability to pass through walls... that's an instinct inherent in the apprentice path..."

"Since he's not a shepherd, he can only be on the apprentice path... Sequence 6, Recorder!"

"Only a recorder possesses the ability to visually record other methods and release it instantly!"

"His 'wall-penetrating' feat just now was instinctive, but this 'stealing' move is a pre-recorded ultimate technique!"

"He recorded the abilities of the 'Fire Stealers'... but what else did he record?"

"If he has connections with the Church of the Eternal Sun... and possesses a 'Holy Light' or a 'Purifying Fire'..."

"I could never be his match!"

"I absolutely cannot waste my time fighting a top-notch 'recorder' for a cheap streetwalker!"

"run!!"

Just a second before Orion was about to turn and run away.

The monster suddenly let out a piercing scream.

boom!

The pustules on its body burst open instantly, its skin hardened into a black keratin layer, and huge demonic fleshy wings suddenly spread open from its back.

It didn't even glance at Orion before smashing through the roof tiles.

Like a black lightning bolt, it shot wildly into the night sky.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the vast night.

That speed was twice as fast as when it attacked earlier.

Orion maintained the "back-pressing" posture, his left foot already taking half a step back, ready to escape.

He stared blankly at the empty night sky and the pile of broken tiles on the ground.

"……what?"

Orion looked completely bewildered.

"I, Gou Sanjia, haven't even run away yet... how come he ran away first???"

……

The crisis is over.

The adrenaline receded.

What followed was excruciating pain more terrible than that of a demon.

Orion opened the briefcase with trembling hands.

In that compartment specifically for storing "ammunition".

That originally dazzling collection of high-purity rubies.

It has now turned into a pile of worthless gray powder.

The wind blew it away.

1000 pounds.

Gone.

All for the sake of stealing a "Demon Radar" that can only last for 24 hours and has no offensive capabilities other than providing early warning.

Orion clutched his chest, feeling as if his heart was bleeding profusely.

This is absolutely the biggest disgrace of an actuary's career! It's a disastrous debt that's caused them to lose a fortune!

"that……"

Just then, a timid voice came from the sewage in the corner.

The disheveled woman crawled over.

She watched as Orion drove away the demon.

The fear in his eyes had transformed into a sense of gratitude for surviving a catastrophe.

It even carried a hint of bewilderment, as if looking at a "savior".

Her hand trembled as she reached out to pull at the hem of Orion's expensive trousers, her voice humble and ingratiating:

"Sir... thank you... I have no money to repay you..."

"But... I can... do whatever you want..."

She tried to pull open her already tattered collar to reveal the bluish-purple skin underneath.

This is the only "currency" she can present.

however.

There was no gentle comfort offered.

Orion reacted as if his tail had been stepped on, taking a step back and angrily shaking off her hand with a look of disgust.

"roll!!"

Orion pointed at the scattered gemstone powder on the ground and began to hurl insults at the poor woman:

"Do you know how much money I just spent?!"

"1000 pounds! A whole 1000 pounds!!"

"I wouldn't be worth this price even if I sold you a thousand times!"

"Get the hell out of my sight!!"

The woman was stunned by the scolding, and in fright, she withdrew her hand and scrambled out of the alley.

She didn't look back until she had run quite a distance away, glancing back at the figure standing in the darkness, cursing and swearing.

Although that man had a sharp tongue and a bad temper.

But that was the first time.

Someone is in the East District late at night.

To save people like her, we drove away the real demons...

……