Madam, I like you.

　"You obtained the C-rank item 'Sandaime Kitetsu'."

　【The Third Generation Ghost】

　Source: One Piece

　Grade: C

　Original owner: Zoro

　详细：长88cm、刀宽1.7cm、刀锋约只有在0.8mm，上下刀柄长22cm、宽2cm，刀鞘长89cm、宽外为1.9cm，内为1.7cm。

　Ability: As the number of blood sacrifices increases, the quality of Kitetsu will change, and the holder will become more powerful.

　Description: According to legend, Kitetsu is the incarnation of an evil god. Its evil sword spirit can corrupt the mind of its holder. Only holders who are more powerful than the evil sword spirit can control it. Otherwise, they will become the evil sword spirit's slaves and degenerate into indiscriminate murderers.

　Japanese sword!? Since it comes from the world of "One Piece", why don't you give me a nature-type fruit!

　Mo Yankong frowned unhappily. He never liked using weapons, and he certainly didn't like Japanese swords. If he were to use a weapon, a man should wear a Javier suit and a double-door shield to fight hard. Fortunately, killing Shido Koichi wasn't a difficult task. Otherwise, fighting so hard to get this thing would have made Mo Yankong so depressed that he would vomit blood.

　After thinking for a moment, Mo Yankong whispered, "Log in."

　The card transformed into a glow and reunited into a blood-red long sword. When it fell into Mo Yankong's hand, the scabbard began to tremble violently. When Mo Yankong placed his right hand on the hilt, he pulled it out uncontrollably, and the sharp blade slashed towards his neck.

　"Shh!"

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　Worthy of the name of a demon sword! The moment it unsheathed, it wanted to slay its wielder and drink his blood.

　The blade cut through the skin of Mo Yankong's neck and could not go any further. Mo Yankong sneered, "You are just a man-made ghost. Can you kill me? You want to use me for a blood sacrifice? Believe it or not, I will break you in pieces right now and throw you into the cesspool."

　The blade of the demon sword trembled slightly, and the clear and shiny edge dimmed a little, allowing Mo Yankong to put it back into the sheath.

　With the item card of the third generation Kitetsu, Mo Yankong received all the information about the demon sword Kitetsu in his head simultaneously.

　The so-called demon sword Kitetsu, the so-called sword spirit is the swordsmith himself. The first and second generations of Kitetsu were forged with the blood sacrifice of hundreds of swordsmiths, while the third generation of Kitetsu was forged with the blood sacrifice of only one swordsmith. Therefore, the quality of the third generation of Kitetsu is simply not up to standard in the world of "One Piece".

　The sword spirit has no memories, but it has consciousness and the instinct to kill, and it knows that it can't do anything to Mo Yankong.

　Mo Yankong put down the demon sword Kidoutsu and took out two cards, the C-level item card "Stone Mask" and the C-level ability card "Geass".

　"Sacrifice the C-rank ability card "Geass" to strengthen the C-rank item card "Stone Mask."

　"This enhancement requires 1000 Far Points. Do you want to continue?"

　The information was fed back to Mo Yankong's consciousness. If this "geass" wasn't CC's "being loved", Mo Yankong really wouldn't want to use it to strengthen it. Vampires themselves have an ability similar to charm. In this case, continuing to acquire this ability becomes useless.

　"confirm."

　Please select the enhancement attribute:

　Immune to Sunlight: Significantly increases resistance to sunlight, allowing one to walk in sunlight. However, the evolved species' abilities are suppressed to the same level as ordinary humans.

　Charming teardrop mole: The charm ability is greatly enhanced, which can make women fall hopelessly in love with you.

　Ability Enhancement: Further strengthen the physical fitness of the evolved species."

　First of all, excluding the enhancement of basic abilities, Mo Yankong can walk sideways in this world, so there is no point in continuing to enhance his military strength.

　The enchanting teardrop mole—isn't this a skill reserved for a certain lucky e-lancer? Bad luck! However, Mo Yankong was still somewhat tempted by this ability. He wasn't a gentleman like a knight. With this ability, wouldn't he be able to do whatever he wanted?

　Finally, there was immunity to sunlight, an ability even those in the Ultimate Biological Pillar dreamed of. While it wasn't complete immunity, it did prevent Mo Yankong from suffering a setback.

　"Choose to be immune to the sun."

　The two cards exploded into light, entangled and merged together, and transformed into a new Stone Ghost Mask card. There was an additional V-like symbol between the eyebrows of the Stone Ghost Mask.

　Mo Yankong summoned the Stone Ghost Mask and put it on himself, feeling a warm current flowing into the deepest part of his body, completing some kind of transformation.

　Chapter 14: Corpse Creation

　"After strengthening the Stone Ghost Mask, although the body's cell vitality will be sharply reduced when exposed to sunlight, the strength, speed, and cell healing ability will probably be reduced to the level of ordinary people, which is much better than turning into ashes directly." Taking off the Stone Ghost Mask on his face, Mo Yankong picked up the samurai sword Sandaime Kitetsu and waved it casually. It was as light as a feather and there was no feeling at all.

　Mo Yankong didn't feel any noticeable changes in his body. But only by removing the sun, his fatal weakness, could he truly be fearless in this world.

　Suddenly, Mo Yankong's face darkened and a hint of coldness appeared on his brows.

　Someone had invaded the mall and was clearly targeting them.

　There is a truth that never fades in doomsday-themed works: the most terrifying thing in a doomsday environment is usually not natural disasters, zombies, or aliens.

　It's the human heart.

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　"Hey, hey, didn't your parents teach you that children can't play with such dangerous toys?" At the back door of the shopping mall, Hirano Toda, with a bruised face and nose, was stepped on the ground by a shirtless burly man with Ukiyo-e style tattoos all over his upper body. One of the men with a fierce look on his face grabbed Hirano Toda's hair and fiddled with a modified nail gun nonchalantly.

　"This little fat guy is quite funny. He wants to threaten us with this toy?"

　"Boss, kill him."

　"I saw those high school girls come in here. They should be nearby. Tsk tsk tsk, there are quite a few beautiful women in there. They're rare finds you won't even see in Kabukicho Ichibangai in Tokyo."

　A burst of laughter came from the companions around. In their hands, they were holding samurai swords, hunting rifles, shotguns, and some were holding the New Nambu M60 revolvers that were obviously belonging to Japanese police. Most of them had sinister expressions, and it was obvious at a glance that they were not good people.

　Hirano Toda, lying on the ground, stammered a few times, swallowed blood and was unable to speak. He was on guard when he saw the gangsters coming in. But his modified nail gun was no match for the gangsters with real guns.

　The man known as the boss grabbed Hirano Toda's hair and slammed him to the ground, blood gushing out. He stood up and punched Hirano Toda in the stomach several more times. His bloodthirsty, cruel smile infected his companions, who were eager to kill Hirano Toda. Killing was easier than they thought. They had just killed dozens of people, or monsters. It felt the same anyway, so there was no need to distinguish them.

　"Come to think of it, this thing of yours is pretty good. At least it doesn't make any noise." The tattooed man in the lead raised the nail gun, pressed the muzzle against Hirano Toda's forehead and slowly pulled the trigger.

　The atmosphere was stagnant. A gangster brother could no longer hold back and stood up, looking reluctant and saying, "Boss, he's just an ordinary student. Why don't you let him go?"

　"Student? Well, he is indeed a student. If he was just an ordinary student, I would be happy to let him go. But whether he can use such a dangerous toy is another matter. Or are you willing to take it for him?" The tattooed man turned his head expressionlessly, pointing the modified nail gun in his hand at his little brother's head.

　The younger brother who had stepped forward to persuade him paled and took a step back, not daring to say anything more. He had just witnessed the power of this modified nail gun. Although it was not as powerful as a real gun, it was still enough to kill if it hit a vital point.

　The tattooed man snorted coldly, "Shut up! I'll cut off your little finger as an apology when we get back."

　"I'm so sorry, I understand."

　The younger brother wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded quickly.

　"Knock!" With a dull sound, Hirano Toda's forehead was pierced by a nail. He struggled a few times and then became silent.

　The tattooed man stood up and ordered his men to search the shopping mall, humming a song as he stepped over Hirano Toda's body: "Where are you, my little cutie - my high school girl - where are you——"

　The gangsters disappeared from the corridor, and Mo Yankong walked out from another corner, looking coldly at Hirano Toda's body on the ground. His wide-open eyes were filled with more hatred than fear.

　Hate these scumbags, hate my own powerlessness, hate dying at their hands.

　"This hatred is very good." Mo Yankong pulled up an appreciative smile, came to Hirano Toda's body and squatted down with difficulty, put his right hand together like a sharp blade and easily pierced Hirano Toda's chest, holding the still warm heart, injected the vampire gene, and created the first "corpse-born man" of his own.

　The so-called corpse-creatures are vampire maids. They are not as strong as vampires, and do not have the terrifying cell healing ability of vampires, but their own abilities are not weak. They are very excellent and convenient tools.

　The zombies inherit the memories and emotions of the living, and are absolutely loyal to their master Mo Yankong.

　Mo Yankong retracted his right hand, and the blood on his skin quickly faded and disappeared. The hole in Hirano Toda's chest on the ground healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the nail in his forehead slowly withdrew.

　"Ding--"

　The nails fell to the floor with a subtle sound. Hirano Toda woke up from his dream, opened his eyes and looked around in confusion, then looked at his hands. When he saw Mo Yankong, his fat body trembled and he half-knelt on the ground respectfully: "Master."

　The person in front of him was more like a puppet corpse who inherited Hirano Toda's memories and emotions than Hirano Toda, and he naturally understood the master-servant relationship between himself and Mo Yankong.

　"Want revenge?"

　"If the master needs it."

　"Get out of here. Since you've already left, there's no need to get involved for now. There are actors on this stage who are more suitable than you. After this is over, the person who killed you will be at your disposal."

　Hirano Toda, who had turned into a zombie, hesitated to speak: "Master."

　Seeing Mo Yankong turn and leave, Hirano Toda said even more respectfully, "Can you spare the life of the person who just spoke up for me? He must have known what kind of punishment he would face since he spoke up for me at such a critical moment. He has a good heart."

　Mo Yankong scoffed. "Have you got Stockholm syndrome? Someone with a decent heart wouldn't join a gang, much less help the evil in this situation. Hirano, have you ever considered what would happen if you let him escape and he later came with a group of well-prepared accomplices for revenge? If you're going to do something, do it to the end. Didn't that gang boss just now teach you that lesson?"

　Hirano Toda was stunned and lowered his head in shame: "I understand."

　Mo Yankong licked the sharp fangs on his lips: "What do you understand? I didn't say that I can't spare his life."

　"what?"

　Japan's gangs are legal organizations, but Mo Yankong was very surprised that they could get hot weapons. Japan can barely be considered a country with relatively strict weapons control.

　The gang that can get guns must be quite large, it is impossible that there are only these few people.

　In this case, why not strike them all in one fell swoop?

　The vampire's desire to kill is about to begin.

　Chapter 15 Rampant Gangs

　The shopping mall has four floors. The gangsters who invaded were obviously locals and were quite familiar with the shopping mall's terrain. Eight or nine of them had clear divisions of labor, with four of them blocking all the entrances and exits.

　The remaining few people worked in groups of two, searching house to house with guns, which took quite a while.

　The changing room for the staff of this shopping mall happened to be on the fourth floor. With his keen perception, Mo Yankong avoided the armed search by the gangsters and heard their rampant chatter.

　"Do you think we can have sex with them? Tsk tsk, I saw a blonde woman with that figure and that look. Just touching her would satisfy me. Without this disaster, I wouldn't have dared to hope to have any contact with that kind of woman."

　"Don't think too much. The team leaders haven't had enough fun yet. Bring them back to the base. When the team leaders get tired of playing, they might reward us."

　"Haha, after all, this is a rare and precious commodity. The East Group has already robbed several trucks of food and we can't show weakness."

　"What should we do with the men? I remember there were two men here. We just killed one, and there's still one left."

　"They're just students, at that impulsive age. The boss really doesn't like these hot-blooded people. If the boss says so, he will definitely kill them. In the current environment, the police and the army can't do anything to us. Kill them, and one less troublemaker."

　Mo Yankong sneered, not rushing to take action. If he wanted to kill these gang members himself, it would be too easy and boring. Compared with killing, Mo Yankong wanted to see more scenes.

　"My current jumping ability is about 5 meters, which is more than enough." Arriving at a quiet spot in the shopping mall, Mo Yankong looked up at the building on the roof. Even with the eyes of a climbing expert, he couldn't find a landing point.

　Mo Yankong had a rough idea of ​​his physical condition. However, having only been a vampire for a short time, he couldn't fully understand his body's capabilities. He estimated the distance, sprinted, and leaped onto a marble pillar. From there, he leaped to another pillar, and in a few round trips, he reached the second floor.

　His right hand penetrated the wall as if inserted into tofu, supporting his body to hang upside down in the air, and then he stabbed his feet into the wall. With his agile and flexible body, he climbed from the first floor to the fourth floor in less than ten seconds.

　The sound of dripping water in the shopping mall's workshop stopped. Dokujima Yako and the others had just finished taking a shower and were preparing to change into clean clothes they found at the mall.

　Mo Yankong, who was hurrying over, moved his ears slightly and heard their voices.

　"Rei, do you know that guy named Kong? He's a student at our Fujimi Academy? Why didn't I have any impression of him before?" The voice belonged to Saya Takagi.

　Miyamoto Rei was vague: "I'm not sure either. He saved my life when the virus broke out."

　"He saved my life. No wonder she seems to obey him so obediently. What do you think, Busujima-senpai?"

　"He's an interesting man." The voice was filled with an appreciative smile.

　"Where's Mr. Juchuan?"

　"Um... this dress is a bit tight. Don't you have a larger size?"

　"Ah- damn, Mr. Marikawa, are you showing off to us? Showing off your social status. I really hate it. It's so big, why isn't it sagging at all?"

　"Ah, Takashiro-san, stop it, it's itchy."

　"Look at me! Look at me! Are you still so proud of yourself, you big-breasted freak!"

　Mo Yankong came to the outside of the locker room and pushed the door open without hesitation. The scene that came into his eyes was full of spring scenery. The girls had not even put on their clothes yet, and their bodies were slender and graceful, with many outstanding postures.

　When they saw Mo Yankong suddenly barging in, their reactions were very different.

　Miyamoto Rei looked surprised and subconsciously pulled her white yukata to cover her body.

　Dudao boy looked at Mo Yankong with a frank smile.

　Marikawa Shizuka looked confused, and was more concerned about why Mo Yankong came in than her body being seen.

　The one who reacted most intensely was Saya Takagi. She crossed her arms over her chest, her face flushed with shame, and she was about to scream at the top of her lungs.

　Mo Yankong quickly came to Gaocheng Saya, covered her mouth just as she was about to scream, and forced her against the wall, commanding in a low voice, "Be quiet."

　Seeing Mo Yankong's serious expression, Dudao Yazi quickly put on his clothes and asked, "What happened?"

　Mo Yankong nodded: "Someone invaded the shopping mall."

　"Someone is coming. It's not a rare time. After all, everyone needs supplies at this time." Miyamoto Rei's face flushed and she forced a smile. She was not generous enough to change clothes in front of Mo Yankong like Dokujima Yako.

　Mo Yankong was about to answer when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left hand. Takagi Saya did not scream, but bit Mo Yankong's left hand hard with her teeth, waiting for Mo Yankong like a frightened cat, signaling Mo Yankong to put her down.

　Mo Yankong put her down and nodded, "It's obvious that they are not ordinary people. They have guns in their hands, and they are coming for you?"

　"We? Why?" Miyamoto Rei asked in confusion.

　Mo Yankong glanced at her and said, "You are women, and you are not bad looking. Is this a sufficient reason?"

　Dudao Yazi's expression gradually turned cold: "Enough."