Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

End of Chapter 79

These demon hunter bullets are really good; they can even scratch damage against a Sequence 5 "Wraith." But that's about it. Philip reloaded his few remaining bullets and then fired at Steve's forehead.

He naturally noticed the gaze he had just received.

Philip wasn't particularly afraid of this; he was just curious about how they had discovered him, a target he had never met before. After all, this meant that the Rose School might now have a way of recognizing him.

While it's highly likely that a face-to-face meeting is necessary to discern the truth, this undoubtedly increases the risk.

As his thoughts raced, even Steve, a fifth-ranked powerhouse, was already halfway down the bronze gate under this overwhelming disadvantage, but Sharon stopped him at the crucial moment.

The most important thing now is its exceptional characteristics.

Clang!

The mysterious and eerie bronze gate closed with a sound, gradually became transparent, and then disappeared completely.

Having lost his entire left arm, Steve's stiff body fell to the ground, further damaging his withered and emaciated body. However, this damage was insignificant in the face of his appearance, which was now almost completely unrelated to humans.

Maric, who had been waiting in the wings, rushed forward and, seeing the other person fall to the ground and freeze, immediately seized the "Crimson Crown" and quickly retreated to a safe distance, throwing it to Sharon.

The latter's slightly unfocused eyes regained focus, and it reached out its left hand to take the palm-sized ornament inlaid with a circle of dark red gemstones. Then it opened its mouth slightly and let out a silent shriek.

Steve's mutilated body, no longer human, finally fell silent after a final struggle, symbolizing the end of the life of this once invincible Sequence 5 powerhouse.

Sharon's indifferent azure eyes swept over Philip, then turned back to the "werewolf" in the distance who had realized something was wrong and started to run away. Her figure then became illusory and disappeared from the spot.

Immediately afterwards, the "werewolf" that was about to reach the corner of the corridor suddenly opened its eyes wide, and Sharon's image was reflected in its pupils. It stopped running, and with its long, black-fingered hand, it sliced ​​across Sharon's neck and severed her head with some difficulty.

puff-

The dull thud of the head hitting the ground brought this brief but intense struggle to a complete end.

However, the matter was not over yet.

After quickly clearing the battlefield, Marich and Sharon came to Philip's side, looking indifferently at the intruder who had been captured by the indulgents for no apparent reason.

Emlyn White, the once handsome and dashing vampire dressed in fine clothes, sat down against the wall. Even though he was covered in wounds and in excruciating pain, he gritted his teeth and remained silent in the face of the three men's stares.

"What should he do?" Philip turned to look at his two predecessors on the path to the extraordinary, wanting to know how they would deal with this difficult situation.

He felt uneasy about killing him like that. After all, even among vampires, such a useless individual could have survived in Backlund until now, so it was unlikely that he was some kind of evildoer.

Marich frowned slightly and said, "We don't have any conflicts with the vampires. After the indulgence faction became dominant, they even accepted followers of the 'Primordial Moon,' which is enough to make negotiations possible, but..."

His pale face contorted for a moment, his restrained expression revealing a thoughtful look. "I think the simplest and most direct thing to do now is to kill him. That way, I can directly obtain a Sequence 7 trait and even avoid being exposed."

Wow, a vampire with extraordinary characteristics at Sequence 7! Philip's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly realized that even if the vampire in front of him wasn't some vicious person, he could still turn a blind eye and send the other person to heaven without pain.

At worst, we can just throw out a few more "appeasement" messages.

"Cough cough." Fortunately, his recent experiences had quickly calmed Philip down. He wasn't driven by greed for small gains, but instead looked at the dumbfounded vampire who was practically begging for mercy and said:

"You now have two choices. One is to accept your death honestly, and we will try our best to make sure you suffer. The other is that I will read your mind later to confirm that you are truly a good person before we discuss this further."

I just wanted to drink some blood. Emlyn, covered in wounds, felt as if a new wound had appeared in his heart. He clenched his teeth even tighter, and realizing that reality was beyond his control, he could only nod and say:

"Okay, fine."

Seeing his quick and decisive agreement, Philip was surprised, but he did not completely trust the other party's intentions. After exchanging glances and obtaining the consent of Marich and Sharon, he knocked the vampire unconscious and carried him away.

Belland, Bridge District.

The one-bedroom apartment that Philip rented.

"No one is following us."

After a few minutes of reconnaissance, Sharon reappeared in the room, handing over 962 pounds 3 sulph in cash, along with two "werewolf" extraordinary traits. "As agreed, these things are yours."

"Hmm, it would be even better if that 'living corpse' still retained its extraordinary characteristics." Philip hummed in agreement, carefully took the item, and then stored it in a small silver box found in a corner pile of miscellaneous items.

Snapped--

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Just then, a strong, powerful hand slapped directly onto his shoulder, and even through his clothes, it still felt incredibly cold.

Philip turned around in surprise, wanting to ask why, but saw a miniature pale human head without features lying flat on a pale palm, and a small brown, translucent glass bottle next to it.

Philip asked hesitantly, "Could this be an extraordinary characteristic of the 'living corpses'?"

"Hmm." Marich nodded without denying it, handing both items to Philip while earnestly admonishing him:

"But I don't really recommend that you use it to replace the main ingredient of the potion. When you advanced to 'Werewolf', you seemed to have used extraordinary traits instead of the main ingredient of the potion. If you continue like this, the extra traits can easily cause excessive mental pressure."

Psychological oppression?

Why don't I feel that way at all? Apart from the inexplicable difficulty in getting promoted, no, the two shouldn't be directly related. Philip controlled his expression, not revealing anything unusual, while excitedly pondering the answer.

He took the extraordinary properties and the small brown bottle, placed them in another small box, and locked them away with a spiritual wall. Then he stretched and said, "Ah~, it's finally over."

At this moment, Sharon suddenly looked at Philip and abruptly spoke:

"Steve was paying extra attention to you just now."

Her tone was calm and even, making it hard to tell whether it was a statement or a question, but the extra inquiry in her azure eyes gave Philip the answer.

(End of this chapter)