My inventory is full of monster materials.

Chapter 125 The Wrath of Justice

Eugene and Mark locked eyes, their azure pupils clearly reflecting the ferocious smiles on their faces.

Dark tentacles surged from Eugene's palm, spreading rapidly like gaping maws about to bite Mark.

Ten burly black-armored warriors had already surrounded them, their rusted swords clashing and weaving an impenetrable net.

Time slowed down at this moment; Mark was completely trapped in a desperate situation, and every second was threatening his remaining life.

But Mark's hand was tightly gripping the inconspicuous bird beak ornament. His lips moved slightly, and suddenly his palm was empty; the ornament had vanished without a trace.

Eugene's pupils contracted sharply, and the hidden barrier surrounding him burst like a bubble, turning into foam.

In an instant, Eugene felt his mind go blank, his brain shut down, and a cold, piercing pain came from the depths of his soul.

Even with Mark, the culprit, standing right in front of him, Eugene didn't react at all; instead, he stood there blankly with empty eyes.

Mark was stunned for a moment, then reacted and seized the opportunity to forcefully release "Flash" again. His body twisted and he fled towards the black market.

The ten black-armored warriors who had rushed forward lost their target and stood frozen in place, looking around blankly, like puppets that had lost their commands.

Suddenly, Eugene roared to the sky, letting out a howl that was not human, like an enraged python, hoarse and shrill.

Immediately afterwards, Eugene's body could no longer be suppressed, and a surge of black energy erupted from within him, reaching the stone wall of the black market dome.

The billowing black gas was extremely foul, like a stew of dead rats, rotten salted fish, rice, and excrement that had been simmering for three days and three nights. Even the air became thick and nauseating, permeating the entire area.

The onlookers were so overwhelmed by the stench that they bent over and vomited. Some leaned against the wall and kept dry heaving, while others covered their noses and retreated like madmen.

The previously crowded people dispersed instantly, and sounds of retching rose and fell.

"It stinks!"

"What the hell is this smell?!"

"It is the mark of a disgrace to faithlessness! Only a traitor exudes such a stench!"

"With such a strong stench, how many fair contracts has he violated?"

The murmurs and accusations mingled together, and everyone looked at Eugene with undisguised disgust, retreating a hundred meters away and leaving a large blank space.

The golden giant sword atop seemed to sense the heavy sin of betrayal emanating from Eugene.

The sword tip was originally stained with a layer of bright red, the sharp light had a touch of light red, and the holy pressure had a touch of killing intent.

At the same time, a tall, female phantom slowly emerged from the darkness.

She wore a pure white one-shoulder long dress, her long golden hair cascading down like a waterfall, her face was holy and solemn, and her eyes were covered by a semi-transparent white veil.

His left hand held an exquisite golden scale, the two sides of which were balanced; his right hand held a magnificent golden sword upside down, the tip pointing downwards, exuding a chilling, sacred sharpness.

The appearance of this phantom seemed to be a judge overlooking all living beings, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy, with gasps of astonishment rising and falling, and some even prostrating themselves in worship.

"A miracle! The goddess has performed a miracle!"

"It was actually the goddess herself who took action!"

"I've never seen anything like this before! I'm going to convert to the Goddess of Justice from now on!"

"It's over, it's over, this guy is completely finished."

In contrast, Eugene was being suppressed by powerful divine force and imprisoned in place.

But Eugene ignored the dark red blood seeping from his pores and roared to the sky with his neck stiff.

"I am a person of the 'Abyss'! You have no right to judge me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ten black-armored warriors' eyes flashed red, and they stood in front of Eugene, charging towards the goddess's phantom despite the divine pressure.

At the same time, the golden sword held upside down in the right hand of the goddess's phantom suddenly fell.

The golden sword of judgment instantly swelled, transforming into a pillar of light that pierced the heavens and the earth, its dazzling brilliance illuminating the entire black market.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar, like rolling thunder, shook the ground violently, sending debris flying everywhere, and causing the walls of surrounding buildings to crack under the impact.

The charging black-armored warriors were completely engulfed by the golden light, which, carrying earth-shattering power, slammed heavily onto Eugene's location, causing the entire black market to shake.

The onlookers fell to the ground, covering their ears in terror, unable to look directly at the blinding light.

Only when the white light faded and the sacred aura dissipated did darkness return, restoring its original gloom.

At this point, the forces controlling the black market finally arrived belatedly.

A troop of private soldiers, their armor gleaming, surged in with orderly steps, shouting sternly as they dispersed the crowd and quickly surrounded and secured the scene.

At this point, all that remained at the scene was a huge pit several meters deep, with wisps of smoke rising from the bottom and a lingering smell of burning in the air.

Upon closer inspection, the pit was filled with charred corpses, their original forms long since lost, leaving only blurry human outlines.

At this moment, several dark figures with different appearances arrived at the edge of the deep pit.

They were either beautiful, aloof women in long purple dresses; or elderly men in grey cloaks, their faces obscured by their hunched backs; or men with imposing presence, leaning on scepters inlaid with black gemstones.

The black market's administrators gathered around the pit, whispering amongst themselves, their voices betraying their shock.

"It's Justine's Wrath!"

"This fair trial is almost on par with the power of a third-level god."

"Can anyone tell me what happened?"

"I saw it. It was Eugene O'Connor clashing with a tall guy, and that triggered the trial."

Suddenly, one of them turned to look at Walter at the edge of the crowd, his tone questioning.

"Walter, aren't you going to say something? I saw Eugene run into your website with my own eyes. This is definitely related to your website, isn't it?"

Walter had put his raven mask back on and, when questioned, shrugged indifferently and responded indifferently.

"What do I have to say? Let Eugene say it himself."

"!!!!!"

The several dark figures present were all astonished and turned to look at the deep pit.

At the very bottom of the pit, a charred corpse suddenly moved. Black, viscous liquid flowed from the cracks in the corpse, flowing towards the other charred corpses around it as if it were alive, and then absorbing and merging with them one by one.

A moment later, a humanoid figure covered in a pitch-black asphalt-like substance slowly rose from the deep pit, its entire body shrouded in dense abyssal black energy.

"Damn it! It's the 'Abyss' route, what the hell!"

"Abyss Reshaping... Interesting."

"By the way, is this guy now considered an abyssal monster?"

"Get him out of here, he's a menace."

The Mage's Guild, personal office.

Sunlight streamed through the carved glass windows, illuminating every corner of the room. A faint fragrance filled the air, and the gilded magic lamp on the table emitted a soft glow.

Mark lay on the sofa, enjoying a rare sunbath, playing with the black bird's beak in his hand, his thoughts momentarily drifting.

It was thanks to this little gadget that Eugene was able to be "heavily indebted" to Ms. Libra without being punished.

As a result, once lost, it immediately attracted the wrath of the gods.

So, what goes around comes around.

Moreover, Mark originally wanted to abide by the law, but since the other party was unethical first, he decided to ignore their injustice.

Although Mark has handed over the O'Connor family's criminal ledger, Zeffer's personal ledger has not been returned!

We'll report them anonymously then and see how they respond.

Having made up his mind, Mark let out a deep sigh of relief, then tallied up his gains from the black market:

Void Elemental Core;

A lump of gold worth five thousand gold coins;

Five shadow crystals;

And this mysterious bird beak material in my hand.

【The Three-Eyed Raven's Beak in the Night (Purple)】

Completeness: 11%

[Effect]: "The Secret of the Night"

[Special]: Divine Revival (11/100) Sacrifice divine substances such as 'Shadow', 'Nightmare', 'Abyss', and 'Death'.

Divine Art "Night's Secret": Conceals divine power aura not exceeding the upper limit of one's own rank.

Divine magic? Divine materials?

Mark was shocked; this was actually an item imbued with divine power!

Although "The Secret of the Night" may not seem powerful, it involves a very high level of power, which explains why Eugene was able to use it to avoid a fair trial.

This also confirms one point—only the power of the gods can fight against the gods.

On the way back, Mark had already tried the bird's beak several times.

Even if it's not placed in the equipment slot, he can still use it normally, but it can only be used once a day.

If placed in the equipment slot, it not only grants unlimited use of "Night's Secrets," but also adds a special item called "Divine Restoration."

Mark just couldn't figure out what this meant yet.

Absorbing divine materials? Awakening new divine arts?

As he was pondering, Mark suddenly felt a piercing pain in his back, as if strong acid was slowly corroding his skin. The burning sensation spread throughout his body, causing him to groan softly.

"Ouch...it hurts so much!"

While fighting for the bird's beak, Mark withstood several of Eugene's evil magic attacks head-on, and his back was corroded by dark energy. It was only during his escape, with his adrenaline surging, that he temporarily forgot about the excruciating pain.

Just then, a crisp knock came at the door.

Boom!Boom!

A gentle and respectful female voice came from behind the door.

"Mr. Mark, as you instructed, I have brought Mr. Clyde. May I come in now?"

Mark quickly agreed.

"Quickly, please come in!"

"OK."

The door was gently pushed open, and Lina, dressed in a clean and neat light gray uniform, led Clyde in.

Clyde had changed out of his previous noble attire and was now wearing a loose, dark blue mage's robe with the cuffs rolled up, carrying a pouch filled with magical potions.

Clyde spotted Mark sprawled on the sofa, his face contorted in pain, and immediately raised an eyebrow, teasing him.

"Mark, don't you feel short of breath resting like this?"

Mark glanced at it and said weakly.

"Stop joking, this time it's really serious, come and help us take a look."

Upon hearing this, Clyde's expression turned serious. He quickly walked to the sofa and gently brushed aside the back of Mark's robe, where he saw several festering, blackened whip marks.

The wound had an eerie gray-black hue, with dark energy slowly writhing on it, emitting a faint, putrid stench.

"what!"

Seeing this, Lina couldn't help but cover her mouth and took a half-bucket back in shock.

Clyde held his palm above the wound, sensing the dark energy within, and said in a deep voice.

"This is a dark erosion. If the residual negative energy is not removed in time, it will soon invade the body and cause permanent damage."

After speaking, Clyde turned to look at Mark, his tone serious.

"You fought with a dark creature? And its rank was quite high."

Mark glanced at Lina beside him and coughed twice deliberately.

"Cough cough..."

Mark didn't want outsiders to know about the Black matter, and Clyde immediately understood, turning to Lina and giving her instructions.

"Miss Lina, could you please fetch me some basic medical supplies, as well as clean gauze and medical alcohol?"

"Yes, Mr. Clyde."

Lina quickly agreed, tiptoed out of the room, and thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

Mark didn't speak until the door was completely closed.

"He got into a fight in the dark. You know that place is filthy, full of sorcerers."

Necromancers and similar professionals were injured without warning.

Mark did not tell the whole truth, after all, the trial was a huge event, and if people associated Mark with the Black case, it would inevitably attract too much attention.

Clyde remained silent for a moment, not pressing for further questions; everyone has their own secrets.

"Your external injury is secondary; the most troublesome thing is the residual negative energy."

Clyde frowned and continued.

"To completely remove it, I need to use a holy potion. I need to go back to my room."

"No need for that."

Mark waved his hand and took out a bottle of holy water from the mithril dimensional bag at his waist. It was the same holy water with second-level divine power that Clyde had seen before.

Clyde's attention was first drawn to the holy water, then to Mark's shimmering mithril dimensional bag, and he immediately gasped in surprise.

"You actually have a dimensional bag now!"

"Well..."

Mark touched his dimensional bag somewhat awkwardly, then, on a sudden inspiration, he went along with the argument.

"It was all because of that that I got into a conflict with someone."

Clyde looked sour.

"I also want to take a few hits and change my dimensional bag."

Mark chuckled and gave a perfunctory reply.

"You're lucky. I'll definitely keep an eye out for you in the future. By the way, could you please treat my injuries first? They're really in so much pain."

Hearing Mark's urging, Clyde snapped out of his daze and hurriedly took the holy water.

"What's the rush? I'll take care of it for you right away."

Clyde then wiped away the dirt around the wound, skillfully sliced ​​off the decaying flesh with his silver knife, and finally, with his eyes closed, slowly poured the holy golden liquid onto the wound.

In an instant, golden light burst forth, and the light and dark energies met and dissolved, emitting a sizzling sound.

Clyde carefully controlled the amount of holy water, ensuring the dark energy on the wound completely disappeared, before twisting the cap back to cover the wound.

Mark was in so much pain that his whole body was tense, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

After all that effort, both of them were drenched in sweat. Clyde wiped the sweat from his forehead and gave them a serious warning.

"Take good care of your injuries for the next two days and avoid contact with anything related to dark energy."

"If you find that the wound turns red or black, immediately treat it with holy water. Don't try to tough it out."

"understood."

Mark relaxed his pulse, the pain in his back eased, and he felt much more relaxed overall.

At that moment, Mark suddenly remembered something and looked up at Clyde.

"By the way, how's the 'Cat's Agility' potential potion I asked you to make last time?"

Upon hearing this, Clyde looked helpless, shrugged, and said...

"We still need one more set of main materials before we can proceed with the project."

"There's a mage in the guild who has the Cat Demon King's claw," but he's asking for 153 gold coins, which is way too expensive. I'll wait and see.

Mark made a quick decision and waved his hand.

"Don't wait any longer, this is the one."

Clyde offered some kind advice.

"This material can usually be bought for around 120 gold coins. It's not a rare item, so there's no need to waste 30."

Lots of gold coins.

Mark sat up straight and said in a serious tone.

"What do you mean by 'wasting time'? My time is very precious."

After saying that, Mark pulled a large lump of gold out of his dimensional bag and slammed it hard onto the ground. With a loud crash, the hard marble floor was cracked in several places.

Mark pointed to the gold on the ground and said.

"Help me wash this gold... and convert it into kingdom gold coins. I'll give you 10% as a service fee."

"Also, give me the 'Bear Power,' 'Heart Constitution,' 'Spiritual Perception,' and 'Corpse Charm' that you mentioned before. Train them boldly, and I'll take responsibility if you fail."

Clyde stared intently at the large lump of gold on the ground, his eyes wide and his lips twitching slightly.

This kid, is he going to rob some gangsters?