Reincarnation Paradise: The Void Debt Collector

Walter looked up at Dicky Curtis. The Hunter's Guild was not a warm and cozy society where people helped each other, but an organization full of competition and intertwined interests.

Here, hunters fight each other, and sometimes one hunter accepts an assassination mission while another hunter accepts a mission to protect the same target.

The final result often depends on which hunter is more powerful and which hunter has more superb skills.

The Hunter's Guild merely provides a platform for quests.

It issues missions, and hunters choose to accept or reject them based on their abilities and willingness.

The guild does not care what happens between hunters, nor does it intervene in their fights and conflicts.

This is a free market and everyone is responsible for their own choices and actions.

Amid the splattering blood, the pig-headed butcher Oink stood like a god of death.

The butcher knife he held tightly in his hand was stained red with blood, and the blade reflected a sharp cold light under the pale light.

Every time the knife flashed, it seemed to carry a deadly chill, even the air could be split in two.

It was also the first time for Dicky Curtis to face such an opponent, and his nerves were extremely tense.

The dagger in his hand was like an extension of his soul, twirling flexibly at his fingertips, ready to meet the butcher's fierce attack at any time.

The other hand held the pistol steadily, the black muzzle conveyed a silent threat, and once the time was right, it would fire a deadly bullet.

The butcher knife in Oyinke's hand swung in the rhythm of his breathing, sometimes slowly and powerfully, sometimes as fast as the wind, and the whistling sound that cut through the air was terrifying.

This is a battle between life and death. Every clash of swords and sabers may be the moment that determines life or death.

Dickie Curtis's body was extremely agile, like a gust of wind, moving lightly around Oink's mountain-like body.

Whenever the butcher's knife was about to fall, Dickie would always dodge it by a hair's breadth, causing Oink's fierce attacks to repeatedly miss the target.

While dodging, Dickie was also looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Suddenly, he seized a fleeting opportunity and the pistol in his hand spewed out flames.

"Bang! Bang!" Two deafening gunshots echoed in the narrow space.

The bullet passed through Oyinke's body with a trace of blood.

Oyink's skin was extremely thick, and Dickie Curtis's special bullets were unable to penetrate it, leaving only shallow scratches on Oyink's skin.

Oink was like a mocking god of death. Every time the knife flashed, it brought out pieces of blood, as if mocking Dickie's powerlessness.

Every time the blade approached, Dickie felt the threat of death deeply.

As the battle continued, Oink's power advantage became more and more obvious.

His mountain-like oppression and overwhelming power made the assassin exhausted in the confrontation.

Every time he collided with Oink, Dicky could feel his muscles trembling violently, and he could be torn apart by this brute force at any time.

After a quick dodge, Dickie Curtis found a flaw in Oyinke's continuous attack.

Dickie's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He held the pistol tightly and shot at Oink's vitals as fast as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

He poured all his hope and strength into this shot.

Oyinke seemed to have anticipated this fatal blow.

At this critical moment, his burly body showed amazing agility and reaction.

He just swung the butcher knife in his hand and cut the flying bullet into two halves.

Then, Oink swung his knife back, and like lightning cutting through the night sky, it stabbed Dickie's abdomen unexpectedly.

The knife spun violently in Dickie's stomach, and then a large amount of blood gushed out from the blade, staining the ground red, forming a shocking pool of blood.

Dickie Curtis felt a heart-wrenching pain spreading from his stomach throughout his body. His strength seemed to be drained away in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground.

Oink's face was stained beyond recognition by the splattered blood. His hideous appearance was like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, which was chilling.

"Hey, why did you kill him? I just happened to be short of materials for a doll." Little Red Riding Hood squatted on the ground, her tone carrying a hint of cruelty that didn't match her appearance.

She looked at Dickie Curtis, who was lying on the ground, breathing slowly. A trace of regret flashed across her young face, as if she was unwilling to miss out on such excellent doll material.

Oink glanced at Little Red Riding Hood and said gruffly, "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself."

In order to make up for Little Red Riding Hood's "loss", Oink took out a tightly bound human from his dirty apron pocket and handed it to Little Red Riding Hood like a treasure.

In Oink's eyes, this captured human being might be able to calm Little Red Riding Hood's discontent a little, or might even become the material for her next "work."

The moment the bound human saw Little Red Riding Hood, bottomless fear and despair burst out from his eyes.

He originally thought that he could escape from the clutches of that horror, but unexpectedly he just fell from one hell into another deeper darkness.

Little Red Riding Hood gladly took the trembling human and looked him up and down with her icy gaze.

She had a satisfied smile on her face and said in a sweet voice, "Very good, and pretty. It will definitely be very cute if made into a doll."

Under the desperate gaze of humans, he was horrified to find that his limbs were slowly beginning to shrink.

Soon, the ropes on his body loosened, but at this moment, his limbs had atrophied and he was too weak to struggle.

In a flash, the unfortunate human was transformed into an exquisite doll in a suit, held delicately in the palm of Little Red Riding Hood's hand.

There was still deep fear and despair in his eyes, but his body was completely out of his control.

From then on, he could only become a helpless plaything in the hands of this seemingly innocent little girl, at her mercy, unable to escape the shackles of fate.

"Doll, do you like your new companion?" Little Red Riding Hood whispered softly, gracefully picked up the newly completed doll from the ground, and handed it to the old doll with a smile.

Her eyes were gleaming with anticipation and amusement, as if she was quietly waiting for the old doll's reaction, wanting to observe a good show.

Resentment and anger flashed across the old doll's face for a moment.

That expression revealed his painful memories of being turned into a doll.

The humiliation and unwillingness of being reduced from a free human being to an immobile doll was once again triggered by the appearance of the new doll.

But the complexity and subtlety of human nature are fully revealed at this moment.

The resentment on the old doll's face was quickly replaced by a gloating expression.

The twisted sense of satisfaction he felt when he saw others following in his footsteps brought a little comfort to the distress in his heart.

After all, finding companions in misfortune may alleviate some of your loneliness and pain.

At this moment, footsteps were heard again in the corridor, and the "click, click..." sound broke the silence in the room.

Little Red Riding Hood and Oink turned their heads at the same time and looked towards the end of the corridor.

As the footsteps approached, a large group of powerful beings gradually appeared in their sight.

Demons, Feathers, Elves...

A group of powerful men with terrifying auras appeared in front of Little Red Riding Hood and Oink.

Faced with this sudden scene, the doll in Little Red Riding Hood's hand seemed to recognize some of the faces, and it immediately became motionless, as if it was really just an ordinary, lifeless doll.

"Absolutely strong?!" Little Red Riding Hood's expression gradually became solemn, and her eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of vigilance.

Although she is about to transform into an alien being, it does not mean that the alien being is invincible.

In fact, most alien beings only survive for a very long time, but they are not invincible in terms of power level.

Among all the alien beings, there are three most powerful ones standing at the top. They are the Madness of Maosheng, the Lord of the Old Ones, and the Candle Girl.

These three alien beings are all at the strongest level, and even among the strongest, they are troublesome opponents.

However, alien beings spend most of their time wandering in the gaps between worlds. They are like travelers from another dimension, keeping a subtle distance from the void.

They usually do not actively interfere with other creatures unless provoked or attacked.

This attitude of "I won't mess with you if you don't mess with me" means that they are not seen as a direct threat among the Void race.

In fact, since alien beings have survived for extremely long times, some even measured in tens of thousands of years, the knowledge and experience they have accumulated is extremely rich.

To some Void races, this knowledge is a valuable asset.

Therefore, sometimes they communicate with alien beings through specific rituals in order to obtain knowledge forgotten by time.

In this process, alien beings often appear generous because to them, knowledge is the least valuable thing.

They are more willing to share this knowledge in exchange for something they are interested in, or simply out of curiosity and entertainment.

Little Red Riding Hood glanced at the office door behind her and a hint of confusion flashed across her face.

She couldn't help but wonder in her heart, what was the identity of this new night doctor Lin Yi, and why he could attract the attention of so many powerful people?

She knew that in the entire void, there were only a few extremely powerful people.

Just for Lin Yi, a seemingly ordinary guy, a small number of extremely powerful people gathered here.

This made her very interested in Lin Yi's identity.

"Oink the Butcher of Heaven, and Little Red Riding Hood the Queen of Fairy Tales." Walter's voice echoed in the air, calling out the names and titles of the two.

This did not surprise Oink and Little Red Riding Hood.

It is not difficult for the strongest people to understand their identities and strengths.

"Okay, relax. We're not here to cause trouble for that little guy this time." Morton's voice was gentle and powerful, breaking the tense atmosphere in the room.

His words made the originally vigilant Little Red Riding Hood and Oink relax a little.

They knew very well that as extremely powerful people, they usually possessed their own dignity and reserve.

Unless they were as shameless as Green Gillian, most powerful people would stick to their identities and codes of conduct and would not easily do anything dishonorable.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Lin Yi's figure appeared in everyone's sight.

When Oink and Dickie Curtis were fighting fiercely before, Lin Yi chose to avoid the sharp edge and did not come out to cause trouble.

"You are all here?" Lin Yi showed some surprise on his face when he saw Walter, Morton and others.

"Of course, you go back first, and leave this to us."

After hearing this, Lin Yi nodded without saying anything more.

He understood that since these powerful people had gathered here, they were naturally capable of handling the current situation.

"Who is this guy? I don't believe an ordinary night doctor can alarm people like you to show up." Oink put the butcher knife back into his apron, obviously showing great interest in Lin Yi's identity.

Little Red Riding Hood continued to play with the new doll in her hands. She bent its arms 180 degrees with a mischievous smile on her face, as if she was pleased with the doll's painful expression.

Morton looked at the two's reactions and showed a playful smile on his face: "Didn't you come here just for those two guys? Now that they are in front of you, you still haven't recognized them?"

"Those two people... Abyss Doctors?" Oink's eyes widened. He quickly ruled out the possibility that Lin Yi was the Destroyer.

In his impression, the Shadow of Destruction were simply a group of bandits, and there was no way they would come here in a friendly manner to help with treatment.

In comparison, the identity of the Abyss Doctor seems to be more in line with the characteristics displayed by Lin Yi.

"Well, don't say anything after you get out. This kid hasn't grown up yet. He was assassinated right after he got here. I'm afraid this kind of thing will happen again and again."

After saying that, Walter walked towards Dickie Curtis's body, ready to use his abilities to trace the source.

This is also the special skill that allows him to gain a foothold in the upper echelons of the Hunter's Guild. With this skill, almost no one can escape his pursuit.

However, just as Walter was about to investigate further along the causal line of this mission, a dazzling light suddenly flashed and instantly cut off this causal line.

Watt was caught off guard and suffered a little backlash, spitting out a small mouthful of blood.

"What's wrong? What did you find out?"

When Morton saw Walter's performance, he knew that Walter must have tracked down something, otherwise there would not be such a serious reaction.

Walter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said solemnly: "No, the other party cut off the causal line before I traced the source. But this also exposed a lot of information."

You have to know that the line of cause and effect is not so easy to cut off. If you want to cut it off, it means that this force has at least one destiny master who is at the peak of the ninth level or above.

A lot of information was exposed this time. You have to know that there are not many forces in the entire void that possess such strength.

At the moment, most of the forces in the void have gathered here. After eliminating them, the forces that possess this ability will be even more handful.

"Ancient Dragons, Sun, Destruction, Wind and Sea, Witches, and...Arcane." When these forces were mentioned, everyone's eyes turned to King Cold Wind who was standing at the back of the team.

This does not imply that the assassin was sent by King Howling, but rather that the assassin is connected to the Arcane Eternals.

As we all know, where there are people, there are bound to be power struggles.

Arcane Eternal is the dominant force in the void, but its internal structure is not monolithic.

It can be seen from the fact that King Howl and others joined forces to suppress Sephira that there is obviously a considerable contradiction between the elemental faction represented by King Howl and Sephira's arcane faction.

The fact that this contradiction is not even concealed in public is enough to show how intense it is.