It's time to become an evil god.

Chapter 158 with a fucking pencil!

Saintess Asri sensed something was wrong. As the weakest of the remaining three saintesses, she couldn't care less about being reserved and immediately shouted, "Quick, stop her!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Three hooded girls removed their hoods, revealing identical, indifferent faces. These were triplets adopted by Saintess Asri from an orphanage, each bestowed with a gift of a sixth sense, berserk mode, and plague-type ability—a product of a native parasite she obtained from a lost world instance. After targeted cultivation, it could perfectly match and parasitize women, and even control the minds of its hosts.

The girl on the far left raised her hand and whispered, "The Black Death."

However, the woman before him, who appeared almost unreal in her exquisite appearance, showed absolutely no signs of being infected with the plague.

"Cough cough."

One of the triplets began coughing, instinctively covering her mouth, and dark blood began to seep through her fingers. The vicious curse instantly began to backfire, causing one of the triplets to involuntarily widen her eyes.

"Impossible. The curse that Lady Ashley gave me can ignore any item and directly curse the living being itself. Why didn't it work on her?"

"I come."

Another girl stepped forward, her muscles beneath her skin seeming to come alive, constantly writhing and crackling all over her body. Her bones grew, her muscles expanded, and her once unremarkable chest instantly grew into a deep ravine capable of crushing an adult's head. The pale, thin girl instantly transformed into an invulnerable Barbie.

The "Golden Barbie" clenched her fist, veins bulging, and delivered a serious punch to the puppet possessed by Bai Ge.

The impact that would have severely injured a living being was caught by Bai Ge with ease, and he simply said indifferently, "Please, you're very weak."

"impossible."

In the next instant, a long spear pierced through Barbie's body, sending her massive frame flying and crashing heavily into the wall.

"In the end, only you are left."

The smiling doll raised its hand and covered its face. As the hand slowly moved down, it transformed into the appearance of the saintess, Esri, as if by a Sichuan opera face-changing technique.

At this moment, Saintess Asri finally understood what the other party wanted to do. This guy wanted to impersonate her to get close to the Holy Lord!

What's even more terrifying is that another figure appeared behind the fake in front of them. This uninvited guest looks exactly like the guy that the Holy Lord wanted to order a bounty for earlier.

The last of the triplets was terrified, her face pale and lips trembling. Her detection abilities were completely ineffective against this monster; she was utterly helpless against it. Only then did her not-so-bright mind remember to ask Saintess Asri behind her for help.

"Lady Ashley, please, please save me..."

Before she could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through her chest. She looked down and saw that her heart was being gripped by a hand that had pierced through her chest, and it was still thumping.

The last girl slowly turned her head, looking at the saintess she regarded as family with an incredulous expression, "Lady Asri..."

"waste."

Saintess Asri retrieved the parasite attached to the heart, opened her mouth, and swallowed the entire steaming heart whole.

With a gurgling sound in her throat, Saintess Aisley wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her gaze calmly fixed on the woman in front of her who looked exactly like her, veins bulging on her forehead.

"Although beastification carries certain risks, it's more than enough to kill you."

Saintess Asri burst forth with the crackling sound of bamboo exploding in a fire. Her entire body began to be covered in white fur, her bones and muscles forcibly expanded and grew, her five fingers degenerated into animal hooves, and even her mouth became long and narrow, growing fine, sharp teeth.

His already tall and robust physique swelled further, reaching a height of nearly four or five meters and covering most of the deep alley. Two antlers, like those of a deer, sprouted from his head. His skin was pale, thin, and bloodless, with blue veins clearly visible all over his body.

Its entire body was covered in deathly white fur, which emitted a black, malevolent aura, like a bizarre, bestial disease, violent and ferocious.

Zheng—

Another arm, still half-human in shape, swept towards Bai Ge, attempting to grab him. A single word was indistinctly repeated from his drooling mouth.

"die!"

A dense barrage of gunfire erupted from above, instantly riddling the outstretched hand with bullets, splattering blood as bullets pierced flesh and struck the concrete ground, sending fragments flying.

The saintess, Esley, recoiled in pain and withdrew her hand. Shock was evident on her disfigured face as she slowly raised her head.

A middle-aged man in a black suit stood on the rooftop, hands in his pockets, looking down at her. Behind him, a terrifying phantom image, formed from hundreds of guns and bullets of various kinds, vaguely appeared.

"Night Demon?"

The title was almost uttered in a trembling voice. Both of them were at the level of the top players, but the skill levels of the top players varied. The Saintess, who was pampered and relied almost entirely on items and the assistance of her subordinates to complete missions, was certainly not as experienced as Night Demon, a killer who had tasted blood and fought countless battles.

The Night Demon leaped to the ground and stood before the goat-bodied, goat-headed monster. The middle-aged man in the black suit remained silent, simply pulling an inconspicuous pencil from his pocket and gripping it tightly.

[Props: Mr. Wick's pencil]

[Quality: Perfect]

[Features: Highest priority. Once it pierces, it can directly cause internal organ damage to living beings and spirits, ignoring all defenses below perfect armor. Critical damage is halved for targets with perfect armor. Limited uses. The pen tip will shorten by 5 millimeters after each use. The item is invalid after the pen tip disappears.]

[PS: Ioncesawhimkilledthreemaninabar,withapencil,withafuckingpencil! 】

Almost no opponent would notice the pencil in Night Demon's hand. Saintess Aisley, who had transformed into the Sheep Power Fairy, had not lost her mind. The only way to defeat Night Demon, a player who was almost invincible at mid-to-long range, was through melee combat!

Melee combat is to my advantage!

A thought flashed through Aries Woman's mind, and she charged directly towards Night Demon and White Song. After transforming into a beast, her berserk value increased, and her senses became dulled, allowing her to temporarily forget the pain.

But instead of retreating, she saw the Night Demon charge at her without saying a word, holding a seemingly ordinary... pencil?

The more ordinary something is, the more unsettling and frightening it becomes. The beast-like monster tried to dodge the ordinary pencil, but its massive body was no advantage in the narrow alley; instead, it became a hindrance. The Night Demon almost effortlessly plunged the pencil into the giant monster's abdomen.

The pencil pierced the flesh without resistance, like a knife cutting through tofu. The next moment, the Aries monster seemed to feel a powerful force raging inside its body, its internal organs being brutally crushed and squeezed, as if a pot of lamb offal would be born inside its body at any moment.

Even monsters with dulled senses howled and roared in the face of unspeakable pain.

"Meow!!!!!!!!!!"

His internal organs were shredded, and he vomited a large amount of blood. The Aries monster stared at the man in front of him with disbelief, and at the blood-stained pencil in his hand.

"fucking pencil?"

"with a fisting pencil?"

They're both top-tier players, so why is there such a big difference in skill level?

Finally, the saintess, transformed into a beast, tore off her dignified mask and couldn't help but curse, "Fuck!"

Night Demon simply took out a handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiped the bloodstains from the pencil, and said softly, "Do you know the difference between you and me?"

Saintess Asri, with only a breath left, asked unwillingly, "Where exactly is the difference?"

"We're both LV10 players, but you leveled up to LV10 because that's the only level you can reach."

After a pause, Night Demon added, "And it's because the system currently only displays LV10 as the highest level."

Chapter 159 I Know the Secret of the Choir Bishop

"Meow!!!!"

The sheep-beast let out a low growl of resentment, gritting its teeth as it asked, "We clearly studied your data; you're the player with the highest weapon proficiency on the global server. Why are you using a pencil instead of a gun?"

"Who told you that the player with the highest weapon proficiency on the global server is good at using guns?"

Night Demon twirled the pencil in his hand and said calmly, "The reason I often use firearms is because firearms are the weapons I'm least proficient with."

"But if it's close combat..."

Night Demon exuded confidence, "Besides me, which other player dares to claim to be number one?"

"I understand."

Faced with this refreshingly unconventional display of arrogance, Aisley had a look of sudden realization on her face, "So you're the Night Sea Emperor?"

"..."

Having reached her limit in her beast form, Saintess Asri reverted to her human form, clinging to life only because of the parasitic heart she had just ingested. Ultimately, Saintess Asri could no longer hold on and coughed up a mouthful of blood. She had no chance against the two powerful monsters. Fear and the will to survive propelled her to stagger and turn and run away.

The alley, which usually doesn't seem very long, appeared exceptionally long tonight, so long that it felt like we could never get out.

The cold rain lashed against her face. A light drizzle began to fall in London, a city with a year-round temperate maritime climate. The icy rainwater slid down her pale skin, which was gradually losing temperature. Only one thought remained in her mind.

As long as I can get there, as long as I can reach that place...

Don't stop...

However, all of Saint Esley's wishes shattered at the last moment.

A giant naginata slammed into the ground, creating a spiderweb-like crack.

The 90-centimeter blade gleamed coldly, with a narrow blood groove hidden inside. The hardwood handle, nearly two meters tall, was even taller than the long-haired girl in front of him.

Saintess Asley only instinctively sensed the terrifying danger approaching, but before she could react, the girl had already appeared behind her without her noticing.

Saintess Asri was stunned. She hadn't died?

"Run!"

Before she could run more than a few steps, she heard the girl behind her whisper, "The corpse is talking."

"Ok?"

The next moment, a horrifying gash appeared on her chest, almost splitting her body in two. She collapsed to the ground with a thud, leaving a pool of blood beneath her, her fingers still pointing forward.

……

At this moment, Bai Ge, who had transformed into the saintess Aislie, turned her head. The cold rain pattered on their two expressionless faces, and for a moment Bai Ge could not determine whether the other party was friend or foe.

The girl, Shiranui, stood in front of the tall man. She felt an aura from him that was even stronger than her master's, and her hands were trembling slightly. But she still swallowed hard and tried to remain calm as she held up her naginata. She said weakly, "You, you don't come any closer."

"I once saw a disobedient monk in a dungeon game who used a naginata just like you and had the ability to live forever. Guess what happened in the end?"

"W-what's wrong?"

Night Demon said calmly, "When I chopped off his head for the 375th time, the depraved monk begged me to kill him."

His gaze then fell upon the exquisite doll beside him. “Even though you are now in the form of a woman, the title above your head still betrays you: Mr. Bai Ze, a player at level 9.”

Breaking the silence first, Night Demon put away his pencil and gun, indicating that he meant no harm.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you. My agreement to cooperate with the Special Affairs Bureau is not simply because I want that perfect-level item. I also have a personal grudge with the chorus bishop that I want to discuss, so I hope Mr. Bai Ze can give me some time."

Night Demon's tone was calm, as if two old friends were chatting casually, but Bai Ge could detect a faint killing intent in his tone.

"No problem, but I also have one condition."

The exquisite puppet controlled by Bai Ge nodded slightly, readily agreeing to Night Demon's request. It then took out a pair of pink plastic handcuffs from its pocket and waved them in front of Night Demon.

"Mr. Night Demon, you are under arrest."

"..."

The handcuffed Night Demon and the silent puppet beside him walked through the long-abandoned London Underground. Night Demon shook the pink plastic handcuffs in his hands with dissatisfaction and said, "I know your plan is to capture me and the imposter you to infiltrate the enemy camp, but why do I have to wear this thing?"