It's time to become an evil god.

"This little friend."

Bai Ge swallowed hard, paused, and whispered, "How can you be so shameless?"

"Waaaaah, Uncle, can you see my face? My face is gone."

The little girl was still crying softly. Bai Ge wanted to back away but couldn't move. After hearing the little girl's cries, his whole body stiffened and he couldn't control himself.

Those stiff little hands, covered in frost, slowly reached towards Bai Ge's cheeks, as if trying to tear his skin off.

Suddenly, a burning arm grabbed the little girl's wrist, and the warmth that rushed towards her helped her stiff, frozen body regain some control.

The little girl watched as the black flames spread rapidly over her body, letting out sharp, frantic screams as if her soul were being scorched. She stumbled and staggered away in the opposite direction. However, the soul-corroding flames instantly enveloped her entire body, turning her to ashes in the blink of an eye.

After the evil spirit disappeared, the flashlight beam came back on.

John Wick blew out the small flame flickering in the center of his palm, turned to look at Bai Ge behind him, and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

"No, it's nothing."

Bai Ge was a little stunned and asked in a low voice, "What kind of magic is this? Why can it burn even ghosts to ashes?"

"of course."

John Wick explained, "This soul-corroding elemental magic fire, once it comes into contact with an evil spirit, will quickly rise to the level of the hottest day in Hiroshima's history."

……

The warmonger walked cautiously down the dark corridor, carefully examining the door numbers on both sides.

The hermit following behind looked at the broken wooden stick in the other's hand and asked in confusion, "What use is a wooden stick to you? Do you also want to learn from Mr. John Wick and kill monsters with a wooden stick?"

"You wouldn't know that."

The war maniac explained, "This isn't an ordinary broken wooden stick; it's an upgradeable item that levels up as you progress. At level one, you can only use the broken wooden stick to beat up ordinary crayfish, but as you level up, when you reach level twenty, you can use the Demon-Slaying Wooden Stick to beat up the Thunder Crayfish, and when you reach level forty, it becomes the Earth-Shattering Prajna Thunder Stick to beat up the true Overlord Sunset Crayfish."

The Twilight Hermit stared at the unremarkable wooden stick and said softly, "Why have I never heard of such a powerful upgrade item before?"

"Because many players who used this item didn't even make it past level 10."

"..."

The warmonger whispered, "Found it."

The office at the end of the corridor caught the attention of the two players. After observing that there was no danger around them, they quietly approached the half-open door.

The two exchanged a glance and nodded silently. The warmonger's hand gently rested on the doorknob, just as he was about to turn it, a shrill wail suddenly rang out from the dean's office, shattering the deathly silence in the corridor.

"what!!!!!!"

Chapter 535 I have a licensed veterinarian certificate

The piercing screams coming from behind the door startled the war maniac, who had been resting his right hand on the doorknob. He looked at the Twilight Hermit beside him and gestured, saying, "Why don't we wait for them to come over?"

Yea.

However, before the two could finish their discussion, the slightly ajar, dilapidated door creaked open. A doctor in a blood-stained white coat appeared, holding a black remote control, and looked at the two with interest. Even more horrifying was that the doctor's face had no features; instead, a piece of human skin was haphazardly stitched together with crude stitches.

The two looked through the crack in the door toward the direction behind them. Inside was a man wearing armor similar to the hideous armor of Eredin, the King of the Wild Hunt, except that the skull mask was discarded on the ground, revealing a emaciated, mutilated, and dark face.

The room was filled with a burnt smell emanating from some unknown source, and pale arcs of electricity could be seen occasionally flickering across the black armor.

“I recognize this guy; he's a player who appeared in the Wizarding World instance before.”

The war maniac exclaimed, "Back then, a team of players played as Witcher, earning points by slaying monsters on quests. When they faced the Wild Hunt King, everyone was severely wounded, except for this guy who defeated the Wild Hunt King in Gwent, achieving a perfect ending with the hidden quest. Moreover, the armor he wore could change its attributes by changing its level; in other words, even at a low level, equipment boosted by this armor would always give him a significant advantage on the stats panel. I never imagined even this guy couldn't handle the monster before us..."

The Twilight Hermit glanced at the small wooden stick in his teammate's hand and said softly, "Are you sure your broken little stick can handle this monster?"

"Next, the next one."

The monster doctor held two syringes filled with a strange, pale blue liquid, seemingly intending to inject all the liquid into the two people's bodies.

The hermit in charge of providing assistance quickly took a step back, nervously examining the monster in front of him, while the war maniac pulled out a wooden stick and smashed it hard on the monster's head.

With a snap, the damage values ​​on the opponent's panel were displayed on the wooden stick.

HP-1.

Seeing damage even more outrageous than gua sha, I was completely stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

"How is this possible? Is this guy really one of the first monsters to spawn?"

Seeing this, the warmonger dared not linger and immediately turned to run. However, the monster behind him had an even longer arm span, and almost the instant he turned, the needle pierced the warmonger's spine.

The warmonger felt his legs go weak and countless hallucinations appeared before his eyes, as if he were sitting in a strip club, where a group of muscular men dressed as Colonel Sanders in briefs were dancing provocatively.

The warmonger collapsed to the ground, incapacitated.

Seeing his teammate's infatuated grin, the Twilight Hermit wondered what terrifying illusion had been cast, but at that moment he decided to go all out. He crossed his middle and index fingers, his ring and thumb forming a sacramental symbol.

“abhaddakedhabhra”.

As he uttered words imbued with the power of the ancient Semitic language, a dazzling magic circle instantly appeared beneath the feet of the Twilight Hermit. As the magic circle expanded, the entire hospital building began to be disturbed, and the town, which was originally constructed by the subconscious of the people mixed with mysterious power, showed faint signs of collapse.

The Deadly Curse was originally a spell whose damage output varied with the user's level, making it suitable only for one-on-one situations. However, when faced with opponents of different levels, the Deadly Curse would prioritize the lower-level player. Furthermore, other skills and items could not be used during its activation, making it somewhat useless. But in this level-restricted situation, the Deadly Curse actually becomes an advantageous skill.

"go to hell."

The Twilight Hermit suddenly opened his eyes wide, and after a brief pause, the halo expanded instantly, enveloping the monster doctor. Just as the Twilight Hermit was about to curse the doctor, his expression froze.

He slowly lowered his head, and a needle was inserted into his chest at some point.

"You bastard..."

Before he could finish speaking, a blank, lifeless smile appeared on his face, just like that of a war maniac, and he kept muttering the same sentence to himself.

"Hehehe, Jia Ran, hehehe, my Jia Ran, hehehe, I'll protect the best Jia Ran, hehehe..."

The monster doctor, dragging the Twilight Hermit and the War Maniac by the collar, was about to enter the room when the sound of footsteps echoing in the corridor made the monster stop and slowly turn its head.

Bai Ge and Mr. John Wick stood behind, silently observing the monster.

The monster reached into the white lab coat with its withered, bloodless hand, pulled out a syringe, and said in a hoarse voice, "We have enough test subjects... but I don't mind having a few more."

"and many more."

Bai Ge raised his hands and calmly said, "I am an inspector sent by the church."

“Church… Inspector…”

The monster doctor still retained a sliver of human consciousness, his mind constantly processing what Bai Ge had said.

"You're Dr. Kaufman, right?"

"Dr. Kaufman?"

The monster seemed to remember something, suddenly dropped the syringe in its hand, covered its head, and showed an expression of extreme pain.

Bai Ge let out a breath and said, "I was right. Some of the monsters we encountered before might have been transformed from living people."

"Transformed from a living person?"

"They still retain some of their previous behavioral patterns. Kaufman was a doctor who developed a certain drug, so even after being transformed into a monster, he continued his behavior from his previous life, conducting live experiments on the victims."

John Wick stared at the terrifying, twisted monster before him, gasped, and a horrifying thought flashed through his mind.

If they die in Silent Hill, will they also turn into monsters?

"If we want to get more information, we have to get into the dean's office. Fortunately, Dr. Kaufman has lost his self-awareness, which is why we were able to get away with it."

Bai Ge remained calm and followed Dr. Kaufman toward the office. After pushing open the office door, even John Wick, who was used to all kinds of dark and cruel scenes, frowned at the scene inside.

Dr. Kaufman slammed the trolley down in front of Bai Ge and asked impatiently, "Do you even know anything about medicine?"

"Don't worry, Dr. Kaufman."

Bai Ge skillfully picked up the blood-stained sterile medical gloves and said, "I have a licensed veterinarian certificate."

Chapter 536 Have you ever heard of the Human Emperor kiting the Butcher?

When the Twilight Hermit and the War Maniac opened their eyes, they found themselves firmly bound to sturdy iron chairs, their heads forcibly stuffed into something resembling an iron watermelon hat. They shook their heavy heads, struggling to move their vision. They saw John Wick leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, looking completely indifferent. The other player was fiddling with some creepy metal toys, occasionally letting out a maniacal, chuckling laugh. Even more terrifying, the man in the blood-red white coat was pulling up something that looked like an electrical switch.

"Wait, wait a minute."

The warmonger was a little confused about the situation. He looked at Bai Ge with fear and said softly, "Aren't we teammates?"

"Yes, don't worry, it'll be fine."

Bai Ge stopped what he was doing, smiled and said, "Precisely because we're teammates, I'll provide assistance when we're going through the torture later."

Upon hearing that there was hope, a spark of hope ignited in their eyes, and they quickly asked, "Wait, what kind of help?"

“Your original ten-minute electric torture session has been extended to twenty minutes after my persistent pleading.”

What the hell is this "extra time package"?

The Twilight Hermit was internally screaming, his blood pressure soaring. "Is this the help you're offering? Are you some kind of incompetent teammate?!"

"Wait a moment."

The warmonger swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Are there any other methods of torture besides electrocution?"

"It's not that there isn't one. There's another, slightly lighter form of punishment. I don't know if you'd be willing to accept it."

Upon hearing that there was an even easier way, the two perked up instantly and said in unison, "I accept, I'm willing to accept."

Bai Ge tapped on the big screen, opened the collector's page on Bilibili's mini-TV, and said, "Watch Cai Xukun's hot dance repeatedly, watch the movie 'Dream Chasing in the Entertainment Industry,' 'Shanghai Fortress,' and the original video of 'Candy is Super Sweet.' You guys can choose a 1+1 combo package?"

The warmonger was dumbfounded, frozen in place for a moment. He glanced at Bai Ge's collection list and whispered, "Is your Bilibili TV app a special version for the underworld?"

“My friend, I have no grudge against you, so why are you trying to kill me?”

The Twilight Hermit gritted his teeth and said, "It's truly a dereliction of duty on the part of the judges of the International Criminal Court in The Hague not to convict you of crimes against humanity."

Clang.

The metal tray slammed heavily onto the ground. The eccentric doctor turned around impatiently and roared, "Why haven't you finished yet?"

"Just a little bit more."

While Bai Ge said this, his eyes were fixed on the blood-stained documents on the table. He walked slowly to the desk, quietly slipping the documents into his pocket.

The monstrous Dr. Kaufman clumsily gripped the test tube in his hand with two thick fingers, shaking it as he spoke. "This is my latest improved version of the potion. Just one sip will give you a godlike pleasure."

What if you drank the whole bottle in one go?