I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

One hundred razor blades, six thousand words (third update).

One thousand words for a reward.

If there's a treasure chest... ten chapters, twenty chapters, that's not impossible, hehehe? (Never mind, I'm not dreaming anymore)

Normally, it's one update every two thousand words.

The bounty will be offered starting tomorrow, May 5.28th, and will continue until next Sunday, June 6.6th.

Moreover, there's no limit! (Even if there's no limit, I predict the extra chapters won't exceed ten.)

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In addition, there will be a charge...

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Back to the Eighth Piercing Paradise, Day Shift Ward

"Don't look anywhere else! Keep your eyes on it and keep it within your sight!!"

The distorted handwriting was carved on the wall in blood by someone, probably to warn those who would come after.

A short dagger was left embedded in the stone bricks of the wall, and blood dripped down it to the ground, extending into the depths of the mist.

“They were bounty hunters who came in before.”

"He's just an unlucky guy who overestimates his abilities."

Looking into the depths of the street during the day.

The dried bloodstains extended further inward.

"Something's here. Kal'tsit!"

"Mon3tr, prepare for battle."

Kal'tsit, as expected of an experienced old woman, accurately blocked the crimson spear that was projected from the depths of the mist as soon as Mon3tr appeared.

"What is that?"

A huge shadow emerged from the mist, and Bai Zhou involuntarily clenched his fists.

"A tree."

Kal'tsit also saw that thing.

"Tree? This thing with eyes is called a tree?"

A mist surrounded it, and a stem extending from the floor and two wing-like branches made up most of its body.

Its main body is scarlet red, with a huge red eyeball in the center of the "trunk," and some smaller eyeballs on other parts. Sharp scarlet spears hang upside down, pointing to the sky.

It looked over.

It is watching them.

Don't look away.

The last words of the unfortunate mercenary who died still lingered in Bai Zhou's thoughts.

But it was too late.

The daytime gaze had already shifted away from it, turning towards the deeper reaches of the mist.

It spread its wings.

Wings, yes, wings.

It was as if a forgotten god was collecting its offerings; the bloody wings covered the entire street.

Its wings were also covered with fruit—abundant fruit composed of various corpses.

It wanted to attract their attention.

"Kal'tsit, step back with your little monster."

With a slight flick of the wrist during the day, a sharp blade flashes through the air.

"Mon3tr, prepare your defenses."

Kal'tsit wasn't the kind of young girl who couldn't distinguish her own identity and current situation; she had already stepped back before Bai Zhou even spoke.

"very good."

Bai Zhou stumbled backward, and Tian Sha's wings lifted him up, carrying him into the sky.

"We've come to end your existence, you inferior being."

Tian Sha is provoking us.

It seemed to be angry.

It shook its repulsive branches and launched seven branched spears in one breath.

"Poor and weak! Lowly creatures."

Tian Sha's tone became increasingly contemptuous.

Its claws easily cleaved the spears into pieces.

"Sever its roots, destroy it completely!"

Bai Zhou's arms transformed into a long, narrow, and sharp half-blade.

It looked like a waning moon descending from the sky.

The sharp blade cleaved through the mist and split the branches.

But it wasn't over yet. Tian Sha hurled dozens of segmented metal spears from his back, which pierced deep into the tree's branches, smashing its "eyeballs" to pieces like popping balloons.

The crackling sound was as soothing as persimmons falling from a tree and shattering on the ground.

"Ugly thing, a crawling worm from the ground."

Tian Sha enjoys showing utter contempt for his opponents through both words and combat.

The blood tree trembled almost hysterically, and large pieces of its sinful fruits fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"..."

Kal'tsit watched from afar as the Heavenly Fiend cleaved the Blood Tree from "Flourishing" to "Withered".

He's like a completely different person when he's fighting.

But that's not surprising; she's seen this kind of thing many times before.

Moreover, the stronger the opponent, the faster the pollution cleanup will be completed.

"call--"

Leaping back slightly to dodge the final stab from the blood tree, Bai Zhou formed a hand seal and aimed it at the already dilapidated tree.

"Yunfei moved swiftly, and the boundary fire quickly closed."

This is the incantation of thunder magic.

The most powerful and yang thunder is the best counter to this bloodthirsty evil.

"ended."

The Blood Tree vanished into thin air amidst the thunder.

The path forward has been opened up once again.

■

In the town's central street, it seemed only one blood tree remained active. The two continued their journey without encountering any more monsters.

However, Bai Zhou soon found out why there were no other monsters.

"Right here. The source of the pollution."

Standing in front of a building, they had arrived at the end of their journey.

A three-story building.

The building is studded with countless pale remains, most of whom were once residents of the town and have now become part of the building.

Yes, this building is alive.

Something unknown remained in the building, seemingly becoming its heart. Flesh and blood stripped from life coagulated like roots embedded in the earth, forming blood vessels that spread throughout the building.

They are still beating rhythmically.

"Want to go in?"

During the day, he looked at the door enveloped by "blood vessels," which had become the "mouth" of the building. It would swallow any living beings that entered, drain them dry, and then make perfect use of them in the body.

"Yes, we need to get the source of the pollution out of there."

Kal'tsit straightened her clothes, took out an outdated gas mask, and put it on.

"I will enter the building to extract the source of the pollution, Mr. Bai. If I am not out in half an hour, please use your strongest lightning magic to destroy it."

Using lightning to bombard the building was already a poor choice.

If it weren't for Bai Zhou's possession of lightning magic capable of erasing evil energy, and his considerable strength, Kal'tsit would have simply told him to leave.

Aside from lightning magic, other Originium Arts have little effect on this highly restorative contaminant; directly provoking it would mean certain death.

Kal'tsit put away Mon3tr and prepared to walk toward the "wriggling" "doorway".

"Don't just go and throw your life away without a second thought."

With her shoulder held down, Kal'tsit turned her head to look at Bai Zhou.