Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"Grey Rat" Orger is an assassin for the Anvil Gang, and he is always full of confidence. This is not due to some kind of racial superiority, but because of the real difference in strength between himself and those around him.

Ever since the gang's behind-the-scenes boss personally taught him the art of transforming into a beast, with each passing day he felt more and more distinct from the mortals around him.

Those mortals who wander aimlessly through the world are nothing more than a mixture of flesh and breath; if Org so desired, he could easily take their lives with a mere stretch of his hand.

Indeed, that was the case. If the boss hadn't specifically instructed him to make it look like an accident, the seven ritual offerings for the Jin Fu Building would have been collected long ago, not to mention that someone could have survived from his hands.

The thought of the two surviving monkeys and the uncle who frantically struggled but died in the wrong place made Orge feel an itch of anger.

It is infuriating that such a damned bastard, who is worse than a mortal, dared to defy his will and even harm the ritual. It is a disgrace to Org.

Fortunately, he still has a chance to salvage the situation.

That bastard landlord named Wang Yuanli was a complete idiot. He thought he had seen through the Iron Anvil Gang's conspiracy and even tried to turn the tables on them with a ritual. Little did he know that the so-called master he invited had long ago been replaced by the cult behind the gang.

And the "counter-ritual" set up by this master... ha, that's naturally another trap. Not only can it help Org complete his mission, but it can also make that idiot Wang Yuanli personally collect the offerings for them. After killing everyone on the day of the ritual, they can conveniently pin the blame for the murders on Wang Yuanli. It's a perfect three-in-one scheme.

The only surprise was the four people that Wang Yuanli brought.

They claimed they were looking for a homeless man, but the girl in question was no ordinary person either.

With keen senses capable of sensing hostility and a powerful body that can act instantly, she is undoubtedly a "lackey" like Org, an extraordinary being who dedicates herself to the "beast."

She was still naive, but she had already subconsciously learned from the beasts and incorporated them into herself. On the fourth floor in the morning, she almost spotted Org hiding in the shadows, Org's most wary enemy.

However, this formidable enemy was exposed too early, giving Org and the Anvil Gang ample time to prepare a countermeasure. As someone also dedicated to the Beast, Org knew how to deal with these "minions."

Unconscious traps possess no hostility, nor do they reveal any scent, just as mortals use traps made of leaves to hunt their non-human relatives. As long as they are separated from their guides, the young and reckless "maid" will step into the trap, where she will be met with divine authority.

As for her guide... Org could see that this young "claw" was dependent on her guide. Normally, the guide should also possess some kind of extraordinary talent, but for some reason, Org didn't see the slightest bit of extraordinary talent in him.

He was missing three teeth; his body had been ravaged by long hours of overtime work before it was destroyed by his life as a homeless man. Looking at the man from the rising continent, Org felt it was a miracle he had even survived this long.

He didn't seem like an extraordinary person at all. However, the confident gray rat knew that being cautious was always the right thing to do.

Org launched his attack at nine o'clock. Nine is a multiple of three and also the sacred number of the cult behind the Anvil Gang. It was also the time when the magic array set up before the Jin Fu Building was occupied by this group of yellow-skinned bastards was activated.

When this ancient magic circle is activated, as long as one understands its patterns, Org can manipulate the transformation of space within the building.

Org left behind an automatically triggered spell to insulate himself from the immature "minions." Although the guide seemed to discover the spell at the last moment, it was too late.

An ancient magic array was activated, and everyone in the room on the 21st floor was separated into different floors.

As expected, the fledgling "claws" invaded God's domain and now lie lifeless in pools of blood.

And the suspicious guide, Org, activated the trap set by the "Master," turning the tenth level into an endless loop. In such a cyclical hell, even the "Moth," who is proficient in the art of illusion, or the "Fisherman," who is never confused, would be trapped for a long time.

During this time, Org will deal with the remaining two, and then have a proper showdown with the guide at the end.

The veteran and the mixed-race boy are on the fifth floor right now.

The Beast Transformation spell allows Org to mimic a rat, and with this ability, he has been hiding in the apartment's sewer pipes. Now, he has emerged from the dark sewer pipes and arrived at a bathroom on the fifth floor of the apartment.

He had once tried to drug a female student here to commit suicide, but failed due to the intervention of those bastards. Now he wanted to make amends for that mistake here.

Stretching its limbs and extending its body, the sewer rat transformed once more into a gang assassin. Retrieving a pre-placed cloak and dagger from the drainpipe, it donned its armor, and a killing spree was about to begin.

Spells always involve trade-offs, especially for those who mimic wild beasts; "claws" can't have everything. Org, for instance, forsook the eagle's eyes and chose the mole's sense of smell.

His eyesight was no different from that of ordinary people, but his extraordinary sense of smell allowed him to pinpoint those two annoying locations precisely through doors and corners.

Confirming they were in another location, Olgra opened the apartment door, concealed himself in the darkness, and quietly approached the two.

"Brother Shirley, why were we suddenly moved to this place?"

Org heard the timid voice of the mixed-race man. Such cowardly prey was utterly uninteresting and did not arouse Org's interest at all, but fortunately the veteran beside the mixed-race man made up for it.

"Little Leo, don't be afraid. I already told you that my two brothers and sisters are experts, and they will definitely solve this. Even if they can't be relied on, I'm still here for you."

The veteran, now a homeless man, gave a confident smile to the mixed-race man beside him. His muscles were strong and powerful; the wounds from the battlefield and homelessness had not broken him, but had only left behind scars of honor.

This is the perfect prey, the perfect spoils.

"Grey Rat" Org felt extremely satisfied. One victim was all that was needed per floor, and he decided to keep this prey around a little longer.

His toes gripped the ground like hooks, and his spine compressed like a spring, a posture no mortal could possibly achieve. The cold dagger gleamed almost imperceptibly in the shadows, completely transforming into the claws of a beast.

A surging, bestial power coursed through Org's veins; every cell in his body yearned to tear and hunt.

Just as Shirley turned around without warning, a gray shadow carrying the stench of the sewers tore through the stagnant air!

Org burst forth from the shadows, his entire being transforming into a deadly afterimage, the sharp blade in his hand aimed straight for Sherry's unsuspecting back.