Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 168 I want to blast you for three and a half pages!

The soft, seductive music drifted from several modularly constructed villas not far away.

It was a mixture of unrestrained panting and manic laughter.

They traveled far in the humid air, clearly reaching Chen Baiyu's ears.

Obviously.

The debauchery of the Natural Baptism sect's leaders, which lasted all night, was still not over.

Chen Baiyu remained unmoved.

He quietly lingered deep within the canopy of a spruce tree, hidden by thick pine needles.

His body, light as a feather, was supported by spruce branches, as if he had become one with the ancient tree.

Beneath the wooden mask, the eyes were slightly closed. After entering deep meditation, the nascent form of the Yang God slowly detached from the body, maintaining a certain lingering connection as it sat cross-legged in the air above Chen Baiyu's main body.

The "Senluo Visualization Method" was operating at high speed within his body, with scorching streams of magic power surging and circulating back and forth between the nascent Yang God form and his physical body.

He had been lying in wait and recuperating here for more than ten minutes since he sped here following the most highlighted markers.

He had already figured out the surrounding environment and the defenses visible outside the villa quite well.

So even though he was clearly near that villa area, his clever choice of location prevented anyone from spotting him through the gaps in the leaves.

Even the lookouts on the makeshift watchtower built between the villas were completely unaware that Chen Baiyu was hiding in the treetops not far away.

a long time.

Having adjusted and returned to his peak condition, Chen Baiyu suddenly opened his eyes.

A golden light flashed in his eyes for a moment.

If this were a movie, background music like "The Birth of the Monkey King" would probably be playing right now.

But even if it's not a movie.

Anyone who saw Chen Baiyu at this moment would feel an extremely strong sense of oppression coming towards them through the mask.

Looking towards the villa area not far away,
With a flash of his eyes, Chen Baiyu unhesitatingly fired a shot of "The Residual Power of the Lost Monkey King," the terrifying power of which, when used against primates, instantly knocked out the man holding a telescope on the watchtower from a distance.

at the same time.

He had already lightly touched the ground with his toes.

Leaping off the spruce branch, his figure blurred and disappeared instantly, surpassing the dynamic vision of most normal people.

They passed quickly among the trees.

Then, he leaped up from the edge of the woods, leaping more than ten meters like a flying acrobat, and headed straight for the five-meter-high watchtower.

The movements were swift.

However, the man in the watchtower who had taken the lingering effects of the Lost Monkey King's attack quickly woke up, since the control duration of this skill was only 0.5 seconds per use.

However, he was still getting up after fainting and falling to the ground.

When he finally got up, looking completely bewildered.

Looking up, he saw Chen Baiyu, dressed in a white hooded robe and a wooden mask, who had pounced on him like a whirlwind.

He stared wide-eyed, but before he could even utter a sound, he was already wide open.

There wasn't even time to grab the automatic rifle beside him.

Chen Baiyu landed suddenly on the edge of the watchtower, then grabbed his throat before he could shout, silencing him and lifting him up.

Followed by.

Using the watchtower as a springboard almost without stopping, he leaped down from it.

With no spectators around, no one noticed the series of smooth and fluid movements, and naturally, no one cheered for it.

But there is an advantage to this.

That is, after silently taking over the sentry post in an exaggerated way that ordinary sentry personnel could never imagine, it is equivalent to his quiet and undetected successful intrusion.

【drop! 】

[Experience +50!]

[Title [Scholar] activated, granting an additional 8 experience points!]

The system notification sounded as expected.

Chen Baiyu casually tossed aside the man whose neck he had crushed and whom he had dragged down with him.

The limp body rolled twice on the ground, then remained motionless.

He didn't pay attention to it.

It's a bit of a shame that the highlight markers only exist on the minimap, and there are no highlight markers on these mission targets.

So I didn't get to see the towering pillar of light that you could see just by looking up at the sky, like in the game.

While thinking.

He quietly continued walking inside.

The hooded robe gives off a feeling of preparing to sneak in, like something out of Assassin's Creed.

Passing by an empty, detached villa where no one was breathing.

Chen Baiyu visibly paused for a moment.

From a distance, he could only smell the strong scent of incense and religious items.

Now that we've gotten closer, we've discovered it.

In the detached villa right next to him, there was the smell of at least seven people's blood not long ago. But there was no sound of heartbeats or breathing inside.

Obviously.

There was a massacre here.

Or, according to cult terminology, it might be some kind of lewd ritual?

After all, beneath the strong smell of blood, there was a faint scent of incense.

ponder for a moment.

Chen Baiyu walked up to the detached villa.

Without the key, he simply broke the lock.

This trick is simple, convenient, and quick.

Even when facing a smart lock, it doesn't matter; the core principle remains the same: break it by force. Just use a jackhammer to pry open the entire lock cylinder and remove it.

While thinking.

He pushed open the heavy villa door.

The scent that hit me was the same as what a normal person would smell on the surface.

The air was filled with a rich aroma of incense.

Looking around, one immediately notices that the interior of the first floor of this villa is surprisingly clean.

This cleanliness is not a physical absence of dust, but rather a deliberately created atmosphere that is almost sacred.

On the smooth oak floor, a thick carpet woven with intricate religious symbols was laid.

On the walls hang abstract paintings depicting a twisted forest.

A shrine in the corner houses a statue.

It looks neither metal nor wood, and is shaped like an animal head.

however.

This sense of sacredness and religion is ultimately just superficial.

Under Chen Baiyu's senses.

Another, more authentic, and more pungent odor simply cannot hide its presence.

It was a strong, nauseating smell of blood mixed with the pungent odor of disinfectant.

They are everywhere.

In the cracks of the floor, deep within the walls, and not far away, a door is half-open.

This smell clashes horribly with the surface cleanliness.

It instantly evokes countless images and associations with horror movies in one's mind.

However, Chen Baiyu did not stop walking at all.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, hidden beneath his wooden mask, locked onto the door that seemed to exude an ominous aura. He pushed the door open.

Immediately, a cold wind carrying the smell of rust and the chilling aura of chemicals swept over them.

The steps descended not far before the basement came into view.

This area is more spacious than the one above, resembling a hollowed-out underground hall.

The most eye-catching feature is the floor in the center of the hall.

It was so cleaned up that it was almost excessive; you could even see your blurry reflection in the light! It stood in stark contrast to the slightly rough cement ground around it.

Powdered lime residue from fingernail scratches and barely visible dark brown bloodstains remained in the crevices of the surrounding walls.

Although they were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, they were exceptionally clear to his perception.

The entire basement was filled with a thick, deathly stillness, creating a stark contrast with the deliberately created sense of holiness on the ground floor, like heaven and hell.

Or to be precise.

This is hell!

Chen Baiyu understood.

Not long ago, a cult ritual with lives as sacrifices must have taken place here; it was probably a slaughterhouse for human sacrifice.

Calling this place hell is no exaggeration.

ponder for a moment.

Chen Baiyu turned around without changing his expression.

However, although he appeared completely calm, his pace had actually quickened slightly.

This is not because of fear.

After all, he can now watch any horror movie without getting flustered.

That's because of the calmness brought by extremely high mental attributes, and the fearlessness and confidence brought by extremely strong power.

Therefore, his quickened pace was definitely not out of fear.

Actually, it's because they couldn't wait any longer.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill!

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The central villa among several villas.

At this moment, the high-ranking members of the Natural Baptism Church who were participating in this living sacrifice were gathered.

They are both male and female.

Having failed to find satisfaction from the sacrificial offerings yesterday, they let loose in the villa's hall, which reeked of sweat, alcohol, and perfume.

Twelve naked figures tumbled and rolled on the Persian carpet, their panting and unrestrained laughter almost drowning out any other subtle sounds.

So even if someone approaches without pressing their footsteps, no one notices.

A man with a flabby belly buried his face in the crook of a young woman's snow-white neck.

Like most people, he was completely immersed in the quagmire of the senses.

But the next moment.

"boom--!!!"

The deafening roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

The villa's heavy oak door, along with half of its frame, burst open inwards as if struck by a battering ram!
Splinters of wood, hinge fragments, and broken latches shot out like arrows!
The cold, earthy air from deep in the forest rushed violently into the warm, dreary room!

The broken piece of iron pierced the neck of the man with a flabby belly, and the severed artery gushed out a large amount of blood that could not be stopped even by pressing with one's hand.

"what--!"

"What the hell?!"

"FUCK!!!"

Screams and curses immediately followed.

The revelry came to an abrupt halt.

Men and women huddled and rolled around in terror like shrimp scalded by boiling water, trying to cover their nakedness with anything around them.

of course.

More likely, it was to conceal panic.

A gust of wind whipped up dust, outlining a figure against the faint morning light at the doorway.

That person was Chen Baiyu.

He wore a simple white hooded robe that fluttered in the wind.

Under the hood.

A rough, simple, expressionless wooden mask covered his entire face.

Only two deep eye sockets were visible.

now.

Two points of golden light danced deep within the eye socket.

Its vertical pupils, like those of a truly cold-blooded animal, stared emotionlessly at everyone present.

Chen Baiyu's posture was not particularly imposing.

Yet it carries an absolutely suffocating sense of oppression.

"Who?! Who the hell are you?!"

A man who was closer to the door and reacted quickly was the first to recover from his shock.

His face was full of fat.

He is one of the sect's core henchmen.

While not as accomplished as Mick White, he was still an elite employee who had worked for a security company for a long time.

At that moment, someone suddenly barged in like this.

He had made a suggestive gesture earlier, and then without hesitation, he grabbed a heavy brass ashtray and smashed it with all his might at the figure in the doorway!

The ashtray, accompanied by a whooshing sound, spun and flew toward the wooden mask.

Chen Baiyu, who was standing at the door, moved.

The movement was so fast that it left only a blurry afterimage.

He slightly turned his head to avoid the ashtray.

The movement was so fast that it left only a blurry afterimage.

The air became still.

"Heh, I can dodge bullets."

Chen Baiyu chuckled.

He then took a step forward.

In an instant, he darted in front of the man who had made the move.

Just before he was about to bend down and pull a gun from under the table, the officer grabbed his collar and threw him two meters into the air, his expression filled with terror.

then.

He used illumination magic to add light to his fists.

The brightness isn't high enough to be a blindingly bright solar punch.

But it's enough to attract everyone's attention.

then.

Without hesitation, Chen Baiyu began throwing punches at the man who was still in mid-air.

"Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora!!!"

"I want three and a half pages of your Euler!!!"

He controlled each punch to be thrown from a low angle upwards.

He controlled the force of each punch.

Ensuring that it was released without knocking him away or exploding, it actually sent the man into an infinite airborne state.

(End of this chapter)