Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

The battle between the councilor and the male escort intensifies.

In the sky, the Cowherd grew increasingly disheveled, his Taoist robe tattered, fragments fluttering in the wind.

The colors of the four mythical beasts dimmed, and the Vermilion Bird let out a mournful cry before dissipating into countless specks of light.

The Speaker of Parliament isn't having an easy time either.

The once majestic black skeleton king now has eight broken ribs, a torn left arm, and the soul fire in his right eye flickers, threatening to go out at any moment.

The battle continued.

The clouds were torn apart, revealing the gray sky behind them.

"Moo—"

A bull's bellow echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

The councilor was completely destroyed and regained his human form.

His black robes were tattered and torn, and he held a hellish staff in his hand—

The staff was covered in cracks, as if it would turn to dust at the slightest touch.

He lost all his strength and collapsed to his knees on the clouds with a thud, barely breathing.

The Hell Staff fell from the sky, encountered a gust of wind along the way, and shattered into countless dust particles.

The cowherd, panting heavily, covered his forehead and staggered toward the councilor.

"Who am I? Why do you want to fight me? Where is the Weaver Girl? Where is the Eastern Heavenly Emperor?"

He muttered to himself, as if asking someone else, or perhaps asking himself.

"Hehehe... The Magpie Bridge is a symbol of love?"

Is the Magpie Bridge evidence that moved the Heavenly Emperor of the East?

That was nothing more than the Eastern Heavenly Emperor putting on a show of magnanimity for the mortals.

Do you really think it's me meeting the Weaver Girl on the Magpie Bridge?

To get revenge on me, the Weaver Girl had long ago used her weaving magic to sew me into the belly of the bull demon.

He raised his fist and slammed it down on the speaker's head, his voice suddenly sharp and piercing:

"Where have those two dogs that trampled on my dignity gone?"

The councilor struggled to raise his head and gave a bitter smile.

There was even a hint of relief in that smile:

"This is wonderful... I can go to hell and suffer instead of being banished."

A punch landed.

The senator's head was deformed and fell heavily from the sky.

The Cowherd turned to look at Jiang Chaosheng, and began to walk erratically.

"You...you are the root of all evil, you must die."

Even though Niulang lost his memory, he did not forget Jiang Chaosheng.

This is the second time I've been beaten to this state.

The first time was after that battle, when I was in a daze, I met the first manager - Fan Xiliang.

The second time was after this battle with the Grim Reaper's body, when the deranged version of himself encountered the last generation of manager—Jiang Chaosheng.

He always felt he could escape his fate, and he always looked down on things that were forbidden.

Little did he know that the fate of this forbidden item had already been firmly tied to the neck by the Zero Antique Shop.

Jiang Chaosheng saw the Cowherd approaching and knew it was time.

With a thought, the shadow of the Ark of the Covenant slowly opened, and terrifying power burst forth!

The Cowherd covered his head, and rays of light emanated from his body—

Something was being stripped from his body.

Now, he is powerless to resist the power of the Ark of the Covenant's shadow.

Suddenly, the cowherd let out a piercing scream.

"ah!!!"

His Taoist robe was being stripped off—it wasn't like taking off clothes, it was more like skinning and pulling out tendons.

The Taoist robe flew backward, bringing with it a large chunk of flesh and blood, and landed on the distant dark clouds.

The Taoist robe transformed into... a black bison with massive, curved, black jade horns.

The bison lay there, its eyes vacant, its breathing weak.

The cowherd stood frozen in place, completely naked, his skin torn, his eyes gradually regaining their clarity.

"I...I lost..."

Jiang Chaosheng recalled what the Cowherd had said:

The Weaver Girl used magic to sew him into the bull demon's belly.

So—that bull demon was the Taoist robe he was wearing?

That's really bizarre.

The cunning and treacherous were finally able to move.

But the first thing this evil god did after regaining its mobility was not to flee, but to roar to the sky:

"Little Tide!!!"

The next second, its wisp of soul transformed into pure power and disappeared into the shadow of the Ark of the Covenant.

The black Ark of the Covenant opened, and the inscribed stone tablets inside emitted a mysterious holy light. Endless darkness surged out like a tide, enveloping the Cowherd.

He knew everything was already set in stone, and forced a smile with all his might:

"Sir, I have lost... The world still needs you to maintain peace."

He shakily raised his hands, clasped them together, and bowed:

"Take care of yourself."

Darkness completely engulfed it.

Substantial darkness receded like a tide into the shadow of the Ark of the Covenant.

The dark Ark of the Covenant slowly closed and gradually disappeared into the air, as if it had never existed.

Jiang Chaosheng regained control of his body.

He touched the eye on his forehead—the eye disappeared into his skin in his mind's eye.

The cunning and treacherous left eye, this divine aperture, was now completely under his control.

All are happy.

He glanced at the bison, and a thought flashed through his mind:

[Number 1-01, Cowherd]

The bull demon who has cultivated in Meishan for a thousand years is known as the Meishan Demon King and is named Niulang.

During the War of the Gods, he was a general under Emperor Xin of the Shang Dynasty.

After the fall of the Shang Dynasty, the severely injured Cowherd wandered among the common people and was taken in by Sun Shouyi.

Because he owned a large wild ox, Sun Shouyi was also known as "Niulang" or "Qianniulang".

Later, Sun Shouyi offended the Eastern Heavenly Emperor, and the Cowherd was punished by heavenly soldiers and generals.

Sun Shouyi was then sewn into the belly of the Cowherd by the daughter of the Heavenly Emperor using her weaving skills.

Jiang Chaosheng finally understood.

It turns out that the "Cowherd" in number 1-01 doesn't refer to the cowherd, but rather to the Meishan demon king named Cowherd.

He took a deep breath:

"It's finally over."

Slowly looking down at the ground—next to the eleven sculptures stood Medusa.

"Only you are left."

......

Medusa smiled bitterly as she saw Jiang Chaosheng lock onto her.

"It really is true... no matter what, we can't escape this fate of drifting like duckweed."

She felt that her life had been utterly ridiculous.

He was the sea god before his death .

Ironically, they were the victims, yet they were cursed by Athena.

Just because she was a mortal, even by the gods They actually received a divine favor that they shouldn't have received.

Having finally managed to escape into the desert and survive until the gods fell, he was killed by the Cowherd, who wanted to sever his spiritual roots.

She thought her tragic life was over, but unexpectedly, the Cowherd resurrected her and even cast a puppet spell on her.

Once again, they become toys, victims of conspiracy.

She saw the man named Twilight on the dark clouds raise his gun at her.

That gun carried the aura of the fire of Mount Olympus.

Medusa laughed self-deprecatingly:

"My whole life... I really owe you, Mount Olympus."

Suddenly, she sensed something.

The puppetry spell cast on the cowherd has vanished.

Yes, the Cowherd died, so the magic also disappeared.

But then, my heart started to ache, followed by my internal organs.

The excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave, almost making it impossible for her to breathe.

She understood—

She possesses not only puppetry skills, but also the ability of the Cowherd to resurrect her.

The caster is dead, and this puppet is also coming to an end.

She suddenly looked up and shouted towards the sky:

"Sir in heaven, could you please delay firing?"

Jiang Chaosheng hesitated for a moment before pressing the trigger.

Medusa smiled sadly:

"I'm about to die, can I enjoy my freedom a little longer? It won't take up too much of your time."

Jiang Chaosheng let out a soft sigh.

He did feel a little sorry for Medusa's fate.

The real curse was never the divine punishment Athena inflicted on Medusa, but rather Medusa's beauty.

Beauty is not a mistake; the mistake lies with the gods who treat mortals as toys to be manipulated.

It's a pity, but those who deserve to be killed still have to be killed.

In his world, everything is simply divided into useful and useless.

Medusa's presence clearly blocked his path—

In a few minutes, her mind will be restored, and the eleven buyers will die.

At that time, he would suffer the curse of the rules of Antique Zero.

So his hesitation wasn't out of pity, but because he was thinking about two other things.