The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

That all-out attack just now not only nearly drained his spiritual energy, but also caused his already injured wounds to reopen, pushing his muscles and bones to their limits.

Exhaustion washed over him like a tide, but he still pulled out a bottle of recovery potion and a resistance potion, and drank them down without hesitation.

As the recovery potion quickly alleviated the feeling of exhaustion in my body, my condition improved slightly.

In a tense and silent stare, Quilt's breathing grew heavy, and a rare glimmer of clarity appeared on his usually grotesque face.

Seeing the heavily injured Morian drink the potion without hesitation, he instantly understood.

No matter the cost, no matter how fierce the fight, even if both sides are exhausted and only their teeth remain as weapons, this guy will definitely kill me.

Quilt wasn't sure if the other person was mentally prepared to die, but what about himself? Was he really mentally prepared?

Are you mentally prepared to fight this madman to the death right here?

He recalled his past battles, which were mostly one-sided crushing victories, with none of them truly worthy of being called life-or-death struggles, let alone being forced into this desperate situation.

Or... should we just run away? There's no need to fight to the death with a madman.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, Quilt suddenly saw Morian, who was standing opposite him, raise his injured hand and make a gesture in his direction.

It was an upside-down thumb.

A gesture of contempt that is common in the Kingdom of Hiran and many other countries, with a clear meaning and extremely insulting connotation.

This simple, almost supernatural action was more effective than any curse in piercing Quilt's last fragile "shell".

That remaining rationality, like a powder keg that had been lit, exploded instantly.

Under the rain, two battered figures were entangled together.

The blazing white spear, like a holy lance judging sinners, pierced out with unparalleled dazzling light.

Guided by his instinctive sense of danger, Morian swiftly ducked and dodged, the tip of his gun grazing the edge of his parted hair, piercing only a few strands before they fell and instantly burned to ash.

Having missed his first strike, Quilt pressed down on his wrist, which was holding the blazing white spear, in an attempt to change the form of his attack, only to find that the force coming from his hand was too heavy to be shaken.

Morian needed to be faster! He gritted his teeth against the excruciating pain, gripping the blazing white spear with his left hand like an iron clamp!

"Sizzle sizzle—!"

A piercing burning sound rang out. The resistance agent could not completely counteract the effects of the high temperature, but it successfully reduced the damage by 60-70%, which ensured that he could hold the gun briefly without letting go immediately.

Morian suddenly pulled his right hand back, then clenched his fist and swung it forward, slamming it heavily into Quilter's chest.

"This punch was for old Brown!"

Bang!

Taking a punch straight to the head, Quilt felt as if a boulder had struck his chest, and the spasms in his abdomen caused him immense pain, leaving him unable to hold onto the blazing white spear.

There is indeed a huge gap between a Lv2 Ascended and a Lv1 Ascended, but at this moment, Morian is slightly better and in a better condition.

"This punch is for the innocent people you've hurt!"

Morian released the spear with his left hand, clenched his bleeding fist, and unleashed another punch, gathering all his strength.

Bang!

Another dull thud! This punch landed squarely on Quilt's cheek, knocking out two of his teeth.

His body slumped backward, but Morian grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

"This last punch was for myself!"

Morian raised his right hand, paused in mid-air for a few seconds, as if to pour all his pent-up anger, sorrow, and responsibility into it, and smash it down hard on Quilt's distorted face.

"Bang--!"

Under the torrential rain, Quilt fell into the sewage puddle behind him like a puppet with its strings cut. A clear dent appeared on his face, indicating that the surrounding bones had been shattered.

Oblivious to his fate, he lay motionless in that filthy pit, completely still.

Staggering, Morian, relying on the "affinity" naturally bestowed upon him by his "sage" destiny, picked up the fallen blazing white spear and slowly but firmly walked toward Quilt.

Just as he was about to deliver the final blow, Quilt, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly got up and covered his face with his hands.

"Don't kill me! What do you want... I can give you! I have a lot of money!" His voice was hoarse and indistinct due to the severe injuries to his face, but the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

"Money isn't important." Morian shook his head, his steps forward unwavering. "You're not important either, but your absence is very important to me."

Seeing the unwavering resolve in the other person's eyes, Quilt's last shred of hope vanished, and his face turned ashen with despair.

Just then, Quilt, who seemed to have reached the end of his rope, suddenly had a faint, eerie purple light burst forth from the depths of his eyes.

A realm of deception! A skill based on mental illusions!

Quilt finally smiled. Although it was a Pyrrhic victory, his trump card, which he had kept hidden until the very end, had finally turned the tide of the battle.

"Fooling" is the most deeply hidden characteristic of "fooling actors"! Many opponents in the past have suffered greatly because they overlooked this point and were caught off guard by this attack!

Morian, who took the attack head-on, paused, his eyes becoming empty and dull, and even the spear he had raised froze in mid-air.

But this state only lasted for half a second before ending with a slight cracking sound.

The Diling Necklace is shattered!

The necklace that she had always worn around her neck, after withstanding this sudden mental attack, finally turned into countless tiny fragments and drifted away with the wind.

Morian's empty eyes instantly regained their former luster, as if the fact that he had been subjected to mind control had never existed.

He didn't look down at the broken necklace around his neck, but instead aimed at Quilt's chest and thrust the blazing white spear down with all his might!

puff!

Countless rays of light pierced through his skin, penetrating deep into Quilt's chest and reaching his heart.

"Aaaaaah—!"

The torrential rain drowned out the heart-wrenching screams and extinguished Quilt's hope for survival. His arms hung limply at his sides, and his wide-open eyes were filled with resentment and despair.

Soon, the blazing white spear, which was nailed to the ground, transformed into a cross-shaped flame as the spirit of its power dissipated, rising up in the dark street.

The flames, carrying a sense of purification, enveloped the charred body.

Until all shadows were illuminated.

Morian watched this scene quietly, feeling as if his legs were filled with lead, unable to support his body any longer, and collapsed onto the cold, damp ground to rest.

Behind him was a wet brick wall, and next to him lay Quilter, his body charred black, coughing up blood. The world seemed to fall silent.

A long silence.

Tick, tick.

In this environment where only the sound of rain could be heard, an extremely faint sound rang out.

"South...the dock area in the south."

"What?" Morian turned his head impatiently to look at the dying man.

You're already exhausted, what are you yelling about when you're a corpse that should have died long ago?

"Cough! If you really want to die... go there and find a man named Joseph." With each sentence Quilt uttered, more dark red blood gushed from his mouth. "There you'll find the answers you seek."

After a long few seconds, the pale lips managed a weak smile: "In exchange for the information, you have to grant me one request."

"Go to 37 Woch Street, cough! That's where I've deposited my cash... You can take half, cough cough! Give the other half to Daisy at the Rose Theatre for me."

"I haven't agreed to anything yet, and you're talking to yourself like this..." Morian thought to himself, coldly looking at the dying enemy.

"I've investigated you. You've forced and toyed with many women, then claimed they were willing afterward." Morian's merciless words were exceptionally clear in the rain. "What, now that you're about to die, you've suddenly had a change of heart?"

"Say whatever...say whatever you want..." Quilt closed his eyes, his voice growing weaker until it was barely audible. "Tell that woman not to look for me anymore, and tell her to take the money...quit her job, cough! The theater is a hopeless place..."

As he finished speaking, his lips were still trembling slightly, as if he were recounting some past events, but soon he could no longer make a sound, and even his heaving chest returned to calm under the wash of the rain.

The cross-shaped purifying flames also burned to their end and quietly went out, leaving only a body lying in the mud.

Morian sat silently in place, letting the rain fall on him, listening for a long time until he was sure the charred body had lost all signs of life.

After resting for a while and gathering a little strength, he managed to stand up little by little, supporting himself against the wall.

We must leave the scene.

Although the commotion of the fight was masked by the heavy rain, they still had to leave before someone discovered it and called the police, otherwise they would be in trouble if the police happened to run into them on their way back.

It doesn't matter if the body is left here. When the rain stops tomorrow, the police will be able to identify the guy from the partially burned costume fragments and certain features on the charred body. He is a member of the "Paradise Secret Society" that is related to the robbery.

After taking one last look at the charred corpse lying in the mud, Morian turned around and dragged his heavy body into the dark rain in the distance.