A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Thank you." After a long pause, Angelia said a strange thank you to Diman.

But the sound was too soft, and Diman didn't hear it.

"Miss Angelia, is there any safe refuge room?" Noble houses should have refuge rooms, especially old noble houses.

“A safe place? Yes, there is.” Angelia frowned.

This old house does indeed have one very safe place: the room where his mother was kept.

That basement was designed to keep the mother locked up; it was as safe as it could possibly be.

At the same time, as long as I am there, my mother will feel at ease and there will be no problems.

“But I don’t want to take you with me.” Angelia didn’t want Diman to see his mother.

There's no word to describe the mother's demeanor other than "monster."

She didn't want others to see her mother like that.

It wasn't because she felt inferior about her mother's existence... she just didn't want others to look at her mother with disgust or fear.

She could accept being looked at like that, but she couldn't accept her mother being looked at like that.

No matter what she becomes, her mother is still her own mother, the great mother who has doted on her since childhood.

"Really..." Diman instinctively wanted to ask why, but he held back.

Because he saw Angelia's furrowed brow.

“Then let’s find a safer place,” Diman said.

“Let me lead the way, follow me.” Angelia took Diman’s hand and led him away.

Since she knew she wouldn't die on her own, she didn't really think about "going to a safe place."

But Diman is right, she will still feel pain, and she needs to take care of herself.

The words, "You'll feel pain," lingered in her mind for a long time. Kasim, who believed himself to have been resurrected but was actually just a ghost, drifted in front of the old mansion's main gate.

Behind him were jagged, menacing thorns.

However, these thorns did not attack Qasim; instead, they waved behind him like servants.

"Is it you again?" Kasim said somewhat unhappily, looking at 112 who was blocking his way again.

He was naturally unhappy, having been beaten down by 112 not long ago.

Qasim is not one to hold grudges; his resentment towards 112 is deeply etched in his heart.

"Did you become arrogant after you got subordinates?" 112 asked rhetorically.

"Heh..." Qasim chuckled coldly, a laugh that emanated from his ghostly body and carried a chilling undertone.

Although he couldn't achieve immortality by directly connecting with the Matrix like Angelia, he had other ways to utilize the Matrix.

You have to understand that he personally researched and developed this matrix, so how could he not know how to use it?

Humans might not be able to withstand that overwhelming vitality, but plants are different.

Excess vitality will be used for proliferation, rather than causing the individual to collapse.

The most difficult part is actually how to "tame" these plants.

However, with the clown's help, Qasim accomplished this easily.

Qasim didn't care at all whether the rampant growth of plants would affect other areas.

He only focused on the mother figure who must be alive in the old house, his wife from a hundred years ago.

Now that he's back with his plant soldiers, his first priority is to get revenge on 112.

He's a very vengeful person.

"You're just a cat-person used as a pet, don't speak to a nobleman like me with such arrogance!!!" Kasim suddenly turned ferocious.

“Nobles…a dead man from over a hundred years ago still saying such things.”

“Dead?! I’m alive!” Qasim said in a low voice.

With the incantation chanted softly, Qasim raised his hand and began to cast the spell.

Visual illusion

112's ears twitched, as if trying to move, but its movements seemed to be slowed down.

Half a second later, 112's actions caught up with his thoughts.

"Boom!!!!" He had barely left his spot when the plants came crashing down on him.

If he had been just a little slower, he would have been hit.

112 doesn't think he'll be unharmed if he encounters these thorns that are like floods and ferocious beasts.

"A hallucination?" 112 frowned, sweeping the axe across the ground.

112's vision suddenly split just now, causing him to be unable to adjust for a while.

“Of course,” Qasim said proudly, but there was an inexplicable sense of incongruity with his skeletal face.

He was originally a mage skilled in illusion, so casting spells was a natural thing for him.

However, at the same time, he also has the plants behind him as henchmen, which completely makes up for his lack of offensive capabilities.

"..."112 Gripped the axe handle tightly with both hands, and the cat's eyes suddenly narrowed.

With the next breath, he dragged the axe and shot it out.

"Damn wildcat!" Kasim instinctively raised his arm to shield himself, cursing as thorns appeared in front of him almost simultaneously.

"Tear!!!" Thorn took the fatal blow for Kasim.

After the thorns were cut open, new tissue quickly grew back from the cut.

After being attacked, the plants began to retaliate without even waiting for Qasim's orders.

They didn't pounce all at once; each thorn shot out like a machine gun bullet.

The ground was riddled with craters, and 112, busy dodging, looked quite disheveled.

"Where's your spirit?! You've lived for over a hundred years and you're nothing but a wildcat!" Qasim looked on with amusement at 112, who could only run away.

“I can’t believe you’re the young lady’s father,” 112 suddenly said.

Yes, Miss Angelia is so innocent and kind.

The man in front of her, who was Angelia's father, was so despicable that it was impossible to find any other word to describe him except for ugliness.

112 believes that the reason why Miss Angelia is so kind must be because of the good upbringing she received from the Madam, and has nothing to do with Kasim.

"What do you mean by this?" Qasim asked in a low voice, sounding puzzled.

“I’m telling you, you’re scum.” 112 said coldly after jumping onto a thorn bush.

The barbs of the thorns pierced 112's skin, but your wound healed very quickly.

Qasim was well protected by the thorns and had no chance to get close.

It seems that only a desperate, all-or-nothing attack can be effective.

112 His arms, which were not particularly thick to begin with, suddenly swelled up.

With a "whoosh," the axe was flung away with terrifying force, making a sound as it flew through the air.

The rapidly spinning axe traces an unstable curve in the air.

The thorns tried to block the axe, but were easily cut open. Even if they grew back the next second, they would be cut open again.

Generally speaking, as long as enough blocks are made, the kinetic energy on the axe will be dissipated.

But no matter how many plants were added, the axe's imposing presence remained undiminished.

It's a shame that magic exists in this world; if it were just a purely physical world, it would be too simplistic.

"Aa ...

No one knows what's wrong with Qasim's body, but even such a powerful axe couldn't cut him in half.

However, judging from Qasim's screams, the axe had indeed caused damage.

The axe finally bounced off and landed on the ground, where it calmed down.

"Aaaaaah! It hurts!! It hurts so much!!!!" Kasim, who had been floating, fell to the ground and screamed in pain, looking as if the mist was about to dissipate at any moment.

"Kill this guy! Kill him!" Qasim shouted, pointing a trembling finger at the unarmed 112.

"Boom!" Thorn attacked 112 without saying a word, and rose petals scattered in the air.

"Hmph..." The cat-man, who could only endure the pain with his bare hands, let out a muffled groan.

Now all 112 wants to know is how to kill this guy.

He intends to send Qasim back to the earth so that he won't run into Lady Angelia.

Thinking of this, 112 did not retreat but advanced, slowly approaching Qasim, who was rolling around on the ground.

"Meow!!!" A cat's meow can be cute, or it can be fierce.

With a roar, 112 broke free from the thorns and came to Kasim.

"You're here! How dare you come here!!" Kasim suppressed his screams and put on a fierce, resentful expression.

"Ugh!!? Let me go!" But before Kasim could say more, 112 grabbed him by the neck. "Bang!!!" Before he could be caught by the wildly growing plants, 112 slammed Kasim hard onto the ground.

Due to the massive impact, the surrounding terrain was slightly sunken.

The ground cracked open, and the cracks spread for several meters.

However, 112 was then caught by the plant and thrown away.

"What exactly are you..." 112 struggled to get up and asked in a deep voice.

His wounds healed instantly, but the bloodstains remained.

112 relies on the "Heavenly Fox Tears" within his body to quickly heal himself, but what about Kasim?

The cat-man felt that the damage he had caused him was enough to send him to his death several times over.

However, Qasim still had plenty of energy.

The same thing happened last time; although they knocked Qasim down, they couldn't deliver the fatal blow.

"You are! What are you?!" Kasim roared, seemingly unaware of the extent of his injuries, only believing that 112 was the monster.

"It seems we're all monsters."

“But in my opinion, you are even more wicked.” Although killing someone isn’t particularly disgusting, Qasim is more disgusting psychologically.

"Twist his head off!" Qasim gave the vicious order to the plants behind him.

The thicket of thorns seemed to understand Qasim's words, and as soon as he finished speaking, it surged toward 112.

Unable to dodge in time, Qasim was thus forcibly snapped in two.

Although the result was not quite the same as what Qasim had predicted, it didn't matter.

"..." However, not long after, 112 mysteriously recovered.

Upon witnessing this scene, Qasim was initially horrified, but then his mind was suddenly overwhelmed with excitement.

The effects of this "Heavenly Fox Blood" are truly amazing.

Incredible, it practically achieved the "recovery complete" result directly.

Kasim could see clearly that 112 was directly restored, without even the process of wound regeneration.

"Keep going! Let me see what other effects it has!" The black mist around Kasim grew increasingly violent, and he was completely engulfed in a kind of frenzy.

Having lost his axe, 112 has no way to deal with these thorns now.

The cat-people were relentlessly ravaged by these thorns, and bloody scenes appeared time and time again.

I don't know how much time passed, but 112 never got up again.

“This is really troublesome,” Qasim said ominously, touching the raging thorns.

But it doesn't matter, this guy should be... dead? But speaking of which, this miraculous blood is really powerful.

He wants to be like that too.