The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

These last few lines of description sent chills down Morian's spine. Just reading the descriptions was enough to make him realize how insignificant he was under the influence of this level of power.

A single, uncontrolled "ash relic" could cause damage comparable to, or even exceeding, that of a nuclear bomb.

For an ordinary person, they wouldn't even know how they died.

No... it seems even I, a "free agent," am the same... Morian's lips twitched slightly.

In this dangerous and extraordinary world, it's truly difficult to control one's own destiny.

After sighing, his gaze lingered on a certain spot, and a certain image appeared in his mind: the huge pupil that occupied the entire sky, and the terrifying aura that led everything to its end. Was it really just a "high-risk relic"?

I'm afraid it's more than that.

According to this classification, "Grey Paradise" should at least fall under the category of "Ash Relics".

My initial assessment of this relic may have contained significant errors. At that time, my understanding of the extraordinary world was too superficial, and the conclusions I drew were naturally flawed.

Morian stopped thinking about these things, carefully put away the documents, and then began to digest the information he had just absorbed.

The morning sunlight was still bright, and there was still a long time before nightfall, so he could make ample preparations before then.

Preparing for tonight's operation, such as one specifically targeting vampires...

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Bet City, Gentle Breeze Street.

As dusk fell, the streets were much quieter, especially the beautifully dressed women who quickened their pace to hurry home.

Everyone is on edge because of the recent rumors, and apart from a few reckless drunkards, almost no one chooses to go out during this time.

At the same time, a tall, slender figure appeared on the street, walking in the opposite direction from most people.

He was a young man, dressed in a well-fitting dark coat with a white silk scarf tied at the collar. His gray hair was somewhat messy but not sloppy, exuding a certain lazy and arrogant air.

What's most striking is his eyes, which glow with an eerie blood-red hue in the twilight, drawing the attention of many.

The man walked slowly along the stone-paved street of Xunfeng Street, his every move exuding elegance and composure, a faint smile always playing on his lips, as if he were completely unaffected by the rumors.

"Tsk, I never expected that inferior creature would choose to hunt here..." the man muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the low buildings around him.

A moment later, he turned into a dark alley.

The alley was narrow on both sides, with dark sewage on the ground and a musty and foul smell permeating the murky air.

It smelled of rotting garbage and years of grime mixed together.

The reason for this environment is the low rent here.

Compared to other places, the houses on Xunfeng Street are built more densely, making the most of every inch of land and creating a large number of rental housing businesses.

With its sufficiently low price, it has also attracted many low-quality tenants.

They recklessly discharged sewage and dumped garbage, leaving it unattended for long periods. The tenants didn't care, and the landlords cared even less.

The cleaners hired by the local association are only responsible for the cleanliness of the outside streets; these alleyways are never within their scope of responsibility.

The man frowned, took out a small handkerchief from his breast pocket, and gently covered his mouth and nose, as if he was quite disgusted by the environment.

Before we had gone very far, several figures appeared in the alley.

Three young men in jackets were leaning against the wall, smoking and occasionally letting out frivolous laughter, seemingly discussing something.

The gray-haired man stopped, his blood-red eyes sweeping over the three of them.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to step forward and say:

"Get out of here right now, this is not a place for you."

His voice was flat, but he didn't seem to consider the tone he used.

The consequence is that, in the eyes of others, this statement can easily be misinterpreted as a provocation.

The three young men, dressed like thugs, turned around at the same time, their eyes falling on the unexpected guest.

Upon realizing that the newcomer was just a well-dressed "pretty boy," the group wore mocking smiles.

"Look at you guys, what kind of young master has wandered into this place?"

The blond youth in the middle, leaning against the wall, made a sarcastic remark, his tone filled with undisguised contempt.

"Who the hell are you talking to?"

"This is no place for you. Go home and find your mother." The other two spat and joined in the mockery.

They'd seen far too many arrogant fools like this, thinking that just because they dressed decently they could boss others around. In reality, if they just spoke firmly, the other person would slink away.

But the gray-haired man in front of them didn't move; he just watched them quietly.

That look inexplicably made the three of them feel uneasy.

It wasn't anger or resentment, but rather a cold indifference as if looking at trash.

Finally, one of them couldn't hold back any longer and cursed:

"If you know what's good for you, you'd better hurry up and get back to work..."

Before the words were even finished, the young man leaning against the wall in the middle was unable to utter a single word.

Because a cold dagger was already pressed against his neck, and with just a little force, it could easily slit his throat.

The alley fell silent instantly, and the other two were so frightened that they didn't know what to do.

These idle fellows, who only managed to get by on the occasional stolen penny, have now encountered a truly ruthless character. They instantly wilted like castrated cucumbers, unable to even muster the courage to run away.

"Hey! Hey! It's just a joke, don't take it seriously, okay?!" The blond youth raised his head and hurriedly explained.

He dared not move rashly, fearing that the dagger might accidentally slit his throat.

The man maintained his elegant demeanor, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"I just said, this is not a place for you, do you understand?"

"I understand! I understand!" the blond youth answered without hesitation, barely daring to breathe, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

"Very good." The man sheathed his dagger with satisfaction. "Then let's go. Don't make me say it a second time."

Having received a reply, the three immediately fled the scene without looking back, disappearing into the alleyway.

Only when the footsteps faded into the distance did the gray-haired man put away his dagger and cover his mouth and nose with the handkerchief again.

He looked up at the darkening sky, a broad smile spreading across his face.

All we need to do now is wait for the target to appear.

In a magnificent hunting ground, there should be no other prey...

After a while, he turned and walked deeper into the alley, his tall figure quickly disappearing into the twilight.