Excessive ferocity due to caution

According to the game rules and agreement, Zhao Yi gave the prepared assassins to Parthias, the dream weaver.

The warehouse ghost's manor was specially set aside to entertain church members.

The eight-armed, malevolent statue in the church has been removed.

And those flowers that the warehouse ghost loves most.

The manor seemed to be missing something.

Parthias led the church members into the manor, looked around, and said:

"This estate is nice."

"The person who built it has some taste."

He took a sniff of the air, then frowned and said:

"But there's an unpleasant stench; it seems like a rat used to live here."

"snort……"

Parthias was displeased, but he didn't show it.

He felt that this place was not worthy of his status, but he was not delicate.

Parthias had the missionaries he brought take the hundred suicide soldiers to the church to preach, while he began to choose his own lodging.

The estate is quite large; he needs to find a place with good feng shui.

As for Gynt... she didn't go with Parthias, but instead secretly sneaked into the town alone to search for Ouyang Feng's body.

Inside the church, the missionary opened the scriptures in his hand, glanced at the hundred silent suicide bombers below, and nodded with great satisfaction.

Missionary work is their duty.

Only when they have reached a certain number of missionaries can they have the opportunity to climb the ranks.

These creatures in front of them are the steps they climbed up step by step!

"In the distant, boundless void, the world was in chaos, all regions were restless, and all living beings could not survive. It was the great Void God (Evil God) who dispelled the chaos..."

They began reciting missionary texts that had been fabricated by who knows who.

Their expressions were devout and solemn.

It seemed as if I saw light.

There was a morbid enjoyment on his cheeks.

...

After noon.

The three missionaries emerged from the church, dejected, their gazes toward Parthias filled with fear and shame.

After a morning of preaching, there was no result.

Their missionary work failed.

Those hundred assassins... were completely impervious to reason!

These missionaries were furious. In the past, these stubborn fellows would have either disappeared completely or become experimental subjects of the church.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Parthias muttered a curse under his breath.

But he had actually anticipated this outcome.

Since Zhao Yi dared to entrust these people to him, he must have left something on them.

Parthias dismissed the missionaries and ordered one of them to be taken to a room in his large house and placed on a bed.

He approached the bedside, where the assassin stared at him coldly, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"I know he did something to you, but you'll soon realize that the difference between him and me is beyond the comprehension of your pathetic imagination..."

"Are you ready to stand trial?"

Parthias said haughtily.

A look of confusion appeared in the assassin's eyes.

Immediately afterward, Parthias placed his hand on his forehead, and the assassin immediately felt a wave of dizziness, as if some foreign object had invaded his skull. After a blinding flash of white light, the assassin lost consciousness...

...

When the assassin woke up again, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment.

Absolute darkness.

It was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Besides the chilling darkness, what's even more terrifying is the oppressive force all around!

After a brief exploration, the experienced assassin quickly confirmed that he was now locked inside a bronze coffin-like container!

He wanted to break open the bronze coffin, but all his strength had been stripped away, leaving him with nowhere to exert his power!

"who I am?"

Why am I in this place?

The assassin's mind went blank for a moment.

He felt like he couldn't breathe, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat!

Gradually, I started to hallucinate.

It was a sound that defied description.

The more the assassin listened, the more familiar it sounded.

It seemed to be a missionary preaching to him.

As the missionary work continued, the assassin felt as if he were being burned by raging fire and devoured by thousands of ants!

Pain, numbness, itching, fear, despair...

The box containing these emotions was opened, engulfing the assassins like a tidal wave...

suddenly,

Two hands reached out from the dark, cold coffin, took out two wooden sticks from who-knows-where, and stabbed them hard into his ears!

Splat!

Blood was flowing freely.

As excruciating pain struck, the assassin also felt an unprecedented sense of relief...

That damned, incandescent sound is finally gone.

But after piercing his eardrums, those hands didn't stop; instead, they continued to drag him down...

Like quicksand.

Endless.

All around, the acrid sound of rubble grinding against teeth suddenly rang out.

The sound bypassed his punctured eardrums and acted directly on his mind.

The assassins were no strangers to this sound.

That was the sound of heavy metal being dragged across the ground.

The sound was getting closer and closer to him...

It was so sharp it could make his scalp tingle!

suddenly!

The sound disappeared!

An extremely strong sense of foreboding washed over the assassins.

Sure enough, the next moment, a scythe exuding a strong aura of death slashed down fiercely!

In that instant, the assassin could even clearly smell the stench of blood from the tip of the scythe.

However, the sickle ultimately did not touch his body.

Because at the critical moment, he was completely dragged into the unknown depths underground by those hands that pierced his eardrums...

Consciousness disappeared.

...

I woke up again.

He was lying on the operating table.

A doctor dressed in pure black was standing with his back to him, using a syringe to extract fluid from the body of a worm-infested creature...

The assassins wanted to move.

But my body is completely out of my control...

Soon, the doctor came to him.

I used a cotton swab soaked in iodine to apply some to the back of his hand, preparing to insert the needle into his vein.

The assassin's eyes widened, and he inexplicably felt an unprecedented fear!

Do not!

He doesn't want those terrifying things injected into his veins!

What terrifying things will happen when those viscous liquids are injected?

The assassin glared!

No!

He was screaming inside, but no sound came out.

And so the doctor slowly inserted the needle into the vein...

The assassin felt like he was on the verge of collapse!

Pull it out!

Pull it out!

Don't inject this stuff into my body!

The doctor pressed his thumb against the back of the syringe.

Just as he was inserting the syringe into the assassin's body, the light bulb in the room flickered abruptly.

The doctor stopped what he was doing and looked up.

zizi...

The light bulb flickered again.

It became increasingly urgent.

Until one moment, the light bulb suddenly popped and went out completely.

Just then, the assassin felt the syringe being pulled out of the back of his hand.

The next moment, he heard the doctor groan.

When the lights came on again, the doctor in black was lying on the ground, convulsing.

The needle was inserted into the doctor's neck.

The black liquid inside had been completely injected into the doctor's body.

Not long after, the doctor's skin began to ulcerate and melt...

The hospital bed where the assassin was lying was pushed out the door by a pair of hands.

The assassin's eyes were lowered.

Although he hadn't seen those hands in the coffin, he recognized them at a glance—those hands that were pushing the bed were the same hands that had saved him in the coffin!

Who owns these hands?

Go out.

The endless light ahead swallowed him up along with the iron bed.

...

Valley Suspension Town, Church.

Parthias went to the window, gripped the railing, and looked grim.

There were beads of sweat on his forehead.

Dense.

Just now, he entered the mental world of the assassin and created two dreams for him.

The goal is to incite the deepest fear within the assassin, thereby breaking his will.

However, Zhao Yi also left behind methods in the mental world of the assassins.

Moreover, this method... is far superior to his!

Beyond basic protection, this method can even evolve in response to external attacks!

In the first dream sequence, that method could barely protect the spirits of the assassins.

But in the second dream... he actually started to fight back!

It evolved too fast!

So fast that after just one dream, you can make the dream weaver suffer in the second dream!

This was completely beyond Parthias's comprehension!

No matter how powerful a person is, any restrictions or tricks left on them are 'inanimate objects'.

Inanimate objects cannot think.

Without thinking, there is no progress.

But the methods Zhao Yi used to leave behind in this mental world of assassins... were alive!

How... is this possible?

Parthias' other hand, which was hanging down, was trembling slightly.

At this point, it finally put aside its pride and began to seriously examine X-0.

How could someone whose strength isn't even at the half-step Great Fiend level possess such powerful mental strength and mysterious mental manipulation techniques?

Or perhaps... this wasn't done by X-0, and there's someone else behind him?

Parthias was upset.

He could easily kill this assassin.

It can also easily destroy his mental world.

But he couldn't control the other person's mind.

Damn X-0!

How can we break the mental restraint that guy left on the assassin?

...

The sky darkened without us even realizing it.

The church was dimly lit by candlelight.

The missionaries diligently reviewed the scriptures they were to preach and recite, while Parthias stood at the gate, looking down at his shadow, which was untouched by the moonlight.

The sound of light footsteps came from the cobblestone path outside the door.

Parthias looked up.

The first thing I saw was Gurness, whose face looked terrible.

It seems that Gwenth has also encountered difficulties.

"Grace, what were the results of the investigation?"

Gurness said slowly:

"Ouyang Feng's body was not found."

"but……"

She spoke with some hesitation.

Parthias frowned and said:

"There's no one else here, so speak your mind."

There's no need to hide it.

Gurness's tone was somewhat doubtful:

"I discovered Addison."

"The mechanical rabbit that took Ouyang Feng's body."

"It was severely damaged, almost beyond repair, and was placed under house arrest by X-0."

Parthias was stunned:

"That mechanical rabbit was destroyed and is now under house arrest?"

Gwyneth lowered her head and thought about it seriously for a moment, then said firmly:

"Yes, I think that's right."

"Otherwise, it doesn't make sense."

Parthias was somewhat unwilling to believe it:

Do you know what you're saying?

"That rabbit may not be good at fighting, but its strength is definitely at the near-Great Ferocious level. Can these guys from Valley Suspension Town even hurt it?"

Gurness countered:

"Otherwise what?"

"Could it be that Ouyang Feng suddenly came back to life, jumped up, and slapped it like that?"

Parthias frowned:

"Have you interacted with that rabbit?"

Gurness replied:

"I told him I was from the Fifth Federation, there to rescue it and bring back Ouyang Feng's body, but Edison didn't say anything."

"I suspect that Zhao Yi may have previously sent someone with similar strength to me to impersonate someone from the Fifth Federation to deceive Edison."

Parthias:

"You mean... there really is a near-perfect ferocious being lurking in the shadows in Guxuan Town?"

Gwyneth nodded:

"It may seem absurd, but sometimes the truth is just that absurd."

"Otherwise, it's already inexplicable how X-0 dismantled and imprisoned Addison!"

The two exchanged a glance and saw the deep seriousness in each other's eyes.

Even without any evidence, Parthias was beginning to believe the woman's words.

"So, Ouyang Feng's body was indeed hidden by X-0..."

"Furthermore, there's another undetected, hidden, near-perfect villain in Valley Suspension Town..."

"No wonder X-0 dared to call Drax, asking us to play a game with him; it turns out he has a powerful backer behind him..."

"It seems that if we want to find Ouyang Feng's body, we'll have to play a game with him."

Gynt's gaze passed over Parthias's shoulder and drifted into the church.

"How's things going on your end?"

"How many assassins were swayed today?"

Upon hearing this, Parthias clenched his buttocks and made a fist with one hand.

Not yet.

He felt his face burning when he said those words.

I felt so ashamed of myself when I stood before the ruined city of Drax.

To cover up his embarrassment, he continued:

"However, after testing you during the day, I'm pretty sure your guess was correct."

"To be able to plant such a strong and eerie restriction in the mental world of an ordinary ghost is something no ordinary person could do. There must be a powerful, almost-major evil spirit secretly pulling strings!"

"Yes, there must be..."

Gwyneth didn't dwell on the matter too much.

"Should we tell Lord Drax about this?"

Parthias shook his head:

"Don't tell him yet."

Why?

"It's just a near-major disaster; we can handle it."

After a pause, Parthias continued:

"Besides, we're newcomers in Black Boots."

"What's the most important thing for a newcomer to climb the ranks?"

"It's a war achievement, a contribution!"

"If you tell Drax about this, aren't you just letting him take away our contribution points for no reason?"

Gwyneth:

"OK."

"Then, I'll continue to keep an eye on them from the shadows. As for the game with X-0, you handle that yourself!"

"If needed, you can contact me. My torture method can be combined with your dreams."

Parthias's tone carried a hint of arrogance:

"No problem... but you probably won't have the chance to combine with my dream weaving. I believe it won't be long before I can decipher the restrictions on these assassins!"

...

In a room filled with various metals, the drowsy light of the stars and moon fell through the gaps in the window frames, casting a hazy glow on the curtains.

Zhao Yi entered the room with an umbrella, and with a gentle shake, some fine raindrops splashed onto the ground.

"She came by?"

The rabbit replied listlessly:

"I've been here."

Zhao Yi folded up the umbrella and used it as a walking stick.

I came to the window.

Light rain is falling outside the window.

"It's enough that you came."

"I'm afraid she won't come."

A woman of classical elegance appeared behind Zhao Yi and asked softly:

"So, how do you plan to stall for the next ten days?"

"Ten days is actually a long time; a lot can happen in that time."

Zhao Yi's gaze was distant, and a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"But ten days is also a short time; perhaps nothing will happen."

"When a person's attention is highly focused... time flies."

Su Qingyao's gaze towards Zhao Yi changed slightly.

This man... can be really attractive at times.

"Actually, there's still one thing I don't understand... why ten days?"

Zhao Yi replied:

"Seven days is fine, eight days is fine... five days might not be a problem either."

"But with one more day, I can prepare more."

Su Qingyao smiled and said:

"You've really gone to great lengths to make them lose in ten days..."

Zhao Yi shook his head:

"You're wrong... I don't want them to lose."

"I want them to win."

Su Qingyao was stunned:

Why?

Zhao Yi stretched out his thumb and forefinger towards the moon outside the window, as if he wanted to pinch it between his fingertips.

A faint light seeped through the gaps between the fingers.

It catches the eye.

It's not glaring at all.

"The rules I set made it too easy for them to lose."

"Why would they play with me if I don't let them see victory within reach?"

"Only when they see a glimmer of hope for victory will they truly focus on the game."

"In this world, no one but a madman would be obsessed with a game of chess that is destined to be lost."

Upon hearing this, Su suddenly thought of something else and said softly:

"So, those hundred assassins... you never intended for them to live from the beginning?"

Zhao Yi squinted.

He showed no remorse for his actions.

"Only half will die."

"But I won't feel guilty about their deaths... I'll be grateful to them."

"And to avenge the dead."

Su Chen was somewhat incredulous and said in shock:

"You...can kill?"

Zhao Yi laughed:

"Why not?"

"If I can't kill them, why would I set up such a scheme?"

"Let one person lose first..."

"In order to win, another person will enter the game."

"I only have one chance to strike, so when I do strike... I want to see these two people standing together!"

After hearing this, Su Qingyao inexplicably felt a tingling sensation all over her body.

That's... the feeling of adrenaline coursing through your entire body!

This man in front of me is about to pull off something big!

Oh shit……

How unscrupulous!

That's incredibly audacious!

Such a frail mortal dared to boast that he would take down two near-death beings at the same time!

If someone else had said that, Su Qingyao would have laughed out loud and thought the person was an idiot.

But after the incident with the mountain god, Su Qingyao had absolute trust in Zhao Yi!

If he says he can kill... then he absolutely can kill!

"However, that's not enough..."

Zhao Yi's tone was meaningful.

"To ensure their deaths, I must first leave some scars on my mental imprint..."

"Only in this way can I better repay them..."

...

A night has passed.

The next day, it was still just as dark.

There is no sun in this chaotic world.

Only the moon and the stars.

Parthias didn't sleep all night.

He had been focused on how to break the mental restrictions that Zhao Yi had placed on those assassins.

Only by breaking the seal can he control these assassins to become believers in the church, win the game, and obtain the location of Ouyang Feng's body!

However, a night of research shattered Parthias's pride!

He discovered that the other party's methods could no longer be described as mere skill.

That's beyond my skill level!

"Damn it..."

Parthias cursed a few times, venting his anger.

Within the Black Boots organization, his age and achievements absolutely qualify him as a once-in-a-century genius!

In terms of mental strength and spirituality, many high-ranking members of the church have taken a liking to him and believe that he will surely achieve extraordinary things in the future!

But today, for the first time, Parthias, a genius, felt like a stupid pig!

Even though the opponent is also a near-great ferocious beast, why is there no way to deal with the mental restrictions left by the opponent?

Am I really that weak?

Parthias clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and went outside.

He wanted to clear his head.

Should I tell Gurness myself?

Her ability to weave dreams, combined with her torture methods, might be able to break the mental restraints on these assassins!

But he had confidently boasted to Gurness last night, so asking her for help now would be a slap in his face, wouldn't it?

His face was gloomy.

Parthias pondered for a long time.

In the end, he shamelessly sent a message to Grendes.

The task is the most important thing.

At this moment, he might only be looked down upon by Gwyneth, but if the mission fails... even if the Black Butler lets him go, he will inevitably become the laughingstock of the entire Black Boots!

Soon, Gurness arrived at the manor.

She seemed very indifferent.

There was no mocking expression on his face towards Parthia.

"If you want to combine my power of suffering and punishment with your ability to weave dreams, then we need to merge our spiritual cores beforehand."

"This carries some risk."

Parthias urged:

"We're both near-death experiences. Even if the mastermind behind Gu Xuan Town personally intervenes, they can at most force us to retreat. What are you worried about?"

"The real priority is to finish the mission quickly and find Ouyang Feng's body!"

Gurness remained silent for a moment.

"Let's begin then..."

PS: 6000+ again today.

I didn't slack off today.

I really can't write anymore.

Across the street lived a perverted couple. When they were trying to conceive, they would open the window, and the woman would scream very loudly. It felt like a patient who had been constipated for ten years suddenly discovering that poop doesn't actually come out of the mouth.

I know I'm rambling again.

That's all for now. I'll try my best to reach 8000 tomorrow.

Thank you for reading.

Goodnight, my darlings!