The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"Awake? Do you understand what you're doing?"

A stern voice rang out in the room, its tone devoid of any threat, yet it made the atmosphere heavy.

Dangerous!

“I told you to get some rest, not to risk sneaking into a cult’s festival.”

Yan Rulong looked at Ning Feng, whose body was covered in bandages, his expression cold, suppressing his anger, and slowly said:

"Did your last experience give you undue confidence? Did it make you mistakenly believe that supernatural beings are easy to deal with?"

"Have you forgotten how I taught you before?"

"Upon discovering the altar, you should have retreated to a safe location immediately after reporting it and awaiting reinforcements, instead of rushing in to fight it!"

"Battle is not child's play; you won't have that much luck to encounter! You..."

Realizing that his tone had been too harsh and not appropriate for a soldier who had rendered meritorious service, Yan Rulong paused and softened his tone:

"Ning Feng, you need to understand one thing."

"You're not yet in the official combat ranks, and taking risks in this kind of thing could worry some people."

They didn't name names, but both of them knew who was worried.

You can get lucky once or twice, but luck won't always favor one person.

Instructor Yan, who is usually cold on the outside but warm on the inside, is truly consistent with his words this time.

Upon receiving the news, he was filled with lingering fear.

I finally managed to get rid of that problem child Jiang Wan, and then this happened to you. Are you afraid you won't be able to get back in time?

Are you two teaming up to cause trouble and make things difficult for me?

Alright! You little rascal, weren't you going to jump around?

You dared to recklessly attack an altar of an evil god? Twice? And in one day at that?!

Perfect timing, I can finally vent all the anger I hadn't been able to release before.

Tough guy Yan Rulong completely transformed into Aunt Yan, unleashing his full power without stopping.

Faced with Instructor Yan's criticism, Ning Feng neither refuted nor explained, but nodded slightly with a sincere attitude.

Ah yes, yes, yes!

Yes, yes, you're absolutely right!

I admit that I was wrong this time, but whether I will change in the future is another matter.

After listening for a while, Ning Feng finally sensed that Yan Rulong's anger had subsided, and he finally spoke:

"Instructor Yan..."

Ning Feng was startled as soon as he opened his mouth; the voice coming from his throat was extremely hoarse.

"The demon's blood has burned your throat, but don't worry, it will heal in just one more day after treatment."

Interrupted by Ning Feng, Yan Rulong completely lost the will to continue lecturing and waved his hand:

"Alright, now that you're awake, I'll be leaving. Ask me any questions you have."

After adjusting his voice, Ning Feng looked intently at Yan Rulong and slowly began to speak:

"Any discoveries were made regarding these two rituals?"

Two highly similar altars, two succubi, and a single day...

To say that such a huge problem was ignored and that the Overwatch team didn't take it seriously or make any discoveries would be a joke.

As expected, Yan Rulong's reaction did not disappoint Ning Feng. His expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even blink.

"Thanks to your two discoveries, we have indeed made some new progress, but..."

Lowering his head and glaring at Ning Feng, who was shrinking back, Chief Instructor Yan warned:

"This isn't the kind of information we can get right now, as an injured soldier. We'll talk about it after you've fully recovered and are officially promoted."

"Now, until you are fully recovered, you cannot leave this room!"

Okay, let's add the tag "imprisonment".

Everything's ready. If we make a movie about it, it'll definitely be a huge hit.

"Now, let's rest."

Seeing Ning Feng's obedient appearance, Yan Rulong said nothing more and turned to walk out the door.

As Yan Rulong reached the door, he suddenly turned around, his expression turning somewhat strange.

"Speaking of which, there's something else I haven't told you yet."

what?

"You have earned a title for killing two succubi in the past 24 hours."

Seeing Ning Feng's frozen expression, Yan Rulong's lips curled into a fleeting smile as he turned and said:

"Congratulations, you can be proud now, you are now a [Succubus Hunter]."

bang.

Ning Feng was left alone in the room, lost in thought.

The "Succubus Hunter" you mentioned...

Does it refer to the hunter who attacked and killed the succubus?

Or is it that the race is the hunter of succubi?

This is a problem.

And... why does it feel a bit strange when a succubus and a hunter are together?

Am I just imagining things?

Chapter Twenty-Four: Hell

Yan Rulong, after leaving the ward, did not leave the inpatient department. Instead, he turned around and went to the room at the end of the corridor, knocked on the door, and went straight in.

The room, which looks small from the outside, turns out to be a hidden gem once you step inside.

Hundreds of sophisticated instruments fill every corner of the room, which, even a rough estimate, exceeds one thousand square meters.

Yan Rulong walked straight through the instrument room and skillfully arrived at the deepest part of the room, where there was a huge screen displaying various parameters.

Yan Rulong, without any politeness, asked the doctor, who had his back to him and seemed completely unaware of his arrival:

"Did you call me here because there's something special about it?"

Without turning around, the female doctor in the white coat pointed directly to the screen on the display stand, which showed an analysis and comparison of two succubus corpses.

"You've come at the right time. Take a look at that report yourself."

Squinting, Yan Rulong quickly noticed something strange and read it aloud:

"A missing soul?"

But the female doctor shook her head and said:

"The loss of the soul is easy to explain; a first-tier succubus can't leave anything behind after death anyway. Keep reading, to the very end."

Upon hearing this and reading to the end, Yan Rulong paused for a moment before his eyes narrowed slightly.

"As you can see, this succubus's corpse has lost 80% of its blood. Even if we disregard the blood lost during the battle, there will still be a 30% loss."

Where did all this blood go?

Pushing up her glasses, the female doctor, who looked to be only in her late twenties, turned her head, stared at Yan Rulong's calm expression, and said meaningfully:

"As expected, I found the same component in the blood of this Ning Feng operative, and there are two possibilities for this..."

"The first possibility is that he activated his original bloodline under the stimulation of the succubus's blood, which is not so bad."

"But the other possibility is very dangerous..."

With a hint of pity, she tapped the screen in front of her with the tip of her pen and whispered:

"The blood he directly consumed merged into his body and became his current bloodline."

"Just like the first batch of awakened ones."

With his brows furrowed, Yan Rulong pondered for a moment before asking:

"So you mean he has now become an awakened member of the bloodline?"

The doctor shook his head, waved his hand at the screen, and switched the data.

"Right now, this blood is just lying dormant in his body, waiting for an opportunity to merge."

"This blood could merge with his at any time. Whether to keep it or remove it needs to be decided as soon as possible."

"Although this primitive method of awakening can gain power more quickly, it is also extremely dangerous, with a success rate of less than one in a thousand."

Looking at the silent Yan Rulong, the female doctor solemnly warned:

"Other details are unclear, but one thing is certain: awakening in this way will inevitably involve immense suffering!"

"Although there isn't much existing data, do you know what the most frequently occurring description in the literature is?"

The female doctor turned to look at the thousands of files and slowly began to speak:

"It is [Hell]."

"A painful hell."

……

……

After Yan Rulong left, Ning Feng lay obediently on the hospital bed, his expression no longer feigned, his brows almost furrowed together.

Enduring the tingling, soreness, and itching caused by the growth of flesh and blood.

"Ah, hiss..."