Chapter Eleven: The Vitality of the Malevolent God

“Hello there, young man.”

Startled by the sudden greeting, the noblewoman froze momentarily before letting out a soft, tinkling laugh.

Her eyes held a strange, hypnotic haze, like a crouching wild beast.

From the moment the five of them entered, she had been watching them with that very gaze.

Accompanied by the clattering sound of blood in her mouth, Fu Qian had no doubt she might lunge forward and bite at any moment.

Fortunately, after responding to Fu Qian’s words, her eyes cleared slightly, as if recalling her human identity.

She could still hold a conversation—there was a way in!

It seemed she hadn’t completely lost her mind.

Fu Qian’s judgment was correct, and his interest soared; he decided to continue executing his plan to draw attention.

“Madam, you are truly beautiful. Would you be interested in a close encounter?”

Worried that a dull pickup line wouldn’t capture her attention, he chose to get straight to the point.

Hee hee!

The beautiful woman covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes slowly rolling as she let out a delicate laugh.

“Your question is quite rude, but lively—and you look quite tasty.”

“But are you sure you’d still like it this way?”

Leaning back gently, the noblewoman exposed her rounded belly, stroking it softly with one hand, her gaze tender.

“It’s alright; I like children.”

Fu Qian’s expression remained unchanged.

“Is that so? Wonderful…”

Her smile grew even sweeter and more intoxicating.

“I like them too… especially young ones.”

…

Did this guy just refuse to fight and went straight to flirting?

Or was he speaking to the evil presence inside him?

The four others in the distance were dumbstruck, their rationality and morals assaulted by the scene before them.

In just moments, the blood droplets on the noblewoman’s face had stained her chest a deep red.

The contrast of red and white made her even more alluring.

Yet Fu Qian was utterly indifferent to this, his eyes full of affection, his words crude and vulgar.

This one cannot be allowed to stay!

Witnessing this, the buzz-cut man muttered to himself, feeling his powerful arm twitching with anticipation.

So young and already this perverse—given time, he would surely become a threat to society.

This fellow had clearly come prepared, wielding far more information than they realized.

The team leader was more composed, understanding that Fu Qian was buying time, but still couldn’t help feeling troubled inside.

Despite his inner turmoil, the leader was the first to draw his ultimate weapon.

“Cover me!”

He whispered sharply, taking aim and beginning to charge his attack.

With Fu Qian’s distraction, locking onto the target was surprisingly easy.

The noblewoman was even maneuvered to face away from them!

If this didn’t work, it was better to just die by headbutting.

As the electric light flickered wildly and gathered strength, the leader grew increasingly tense.

Finally, under the protection of the three guards, the electric energy in the leader’s hands swelled to its peak.

In the next instant, an infinite blaze of lightning engulfed the noblewoman completely.

Only a table separated Fu Qian, and he felt as if his eyes might be blinded by the sheer brightness.

The noblewoman’s body was like straw before a storm—undeniably fragile and collapsing at a single touch.

From skin to bone, she was obliterated into ash.

At her belly, a shadowy mass began to struggle fiercely.

Layer upon layer of barriers appeared and shattered instantly, finally exploding silently into a black mist that slowly dissipated.

Dead?

The magnificent lightning railgun fell silent.

The four night wardens exhaled deeply.

The leader was already at his limit, nearly collapsing to the ground.

It was clear controlling this power was incredibly draining.

“Check the surroundings—”

Barely able to stand, the leader’s words were cut short as a hand pierced through his chest.

Everyone froze, staring in disbelief at the old man behind the leader.

The latter revealed a strange smile. In the next moment, his withered hand sprouted bone blades, severing the leader’s life completely.

[Descendant of the Evil God has descended; containment failed.]

And he still wouldn’t die?

Back in the warehouse, Fu Qian deeply grasped just how tenacious an evil god could be.

After the noblewoman was reduced to ashes, no mission completion prompt came through, which had already made him suspicious.

Unfortunately, the old man acted too quickly.

Now it seemed that even if the vessel for the evil god’s descent was destroyed, it could still possess others to complete its arrival?

Impossible!

If it truly couldn’t be killed and could possess anyone at will, it would slaughter them all one after another with ease—why then trigger such a massive reaction to the lightning railgun?

But the old man was definitely possessed. Was there something unique about him?

That notebook!

Fu Qian’s eyes lit up with realization.

He recalled the old man saying the notebook was found nearby, and the ritual inscriptions came from it as well.

In a way, it made perfect sense that the notebook was connected to the entity trying to descend.

Considering the old man kept it close, it was quite possible he used it to complete the possession and rebirth.

But if that was true, the situation was even more complicated.

[Sanity -1, entering containment scenario.]

Frowning, Fu Qian chose to enter again.

Still playing the expert, he guided the group underground, then stepped forward to flirt, creating the perfect opening for the leader’s ultimate move.

Only this time, after the leader unleashed his attack, Fu Qian did not remain to watch the evil god’s destruction; he retreated immediately.

At the very moment the shadow struggled and faded within the lightning beam, Fu Qian fired five air bullets directly at the leader’s weapon without hesitation.

Before anyone could react, the lightning beam suddenly flared in response.

With a violent tremor, the beam exploded at its source, and blue-white electric light instantly flooded the entire hall.

Under the terrifying shockwave, Fu Qian was thrown through the air without question.

Moments later, as the light faded, Fu Qian rose from the ground and saw several others lying there as well.

Close by, the weakest—the old man—had been completely charred into a lump of carbon.

The leader and the buzz-cut man were both barely clinging to life.

Only the white porcelain woman, Su Gao, remained standing.

Leaning on her knife, she looked at him with a complicated expression.

Her entire body was caught in a web of cracks like shattered glass, as if she could disintegrate at any moment.

Truly a grim sight.

…And it wasn’t over yet?

Still wounded all over, Fu Qian had yet to receive the mission success prompt.

Narrowing his eyes to scan the scene, he noticed not far from the old man’s corpse, a notebook shimmered with a crimson glow, its pages flipping on their own.

Had it fallen out?

Fu Qian’s heart stirred. Looking at the notebook’s blood-red light flickering as if coming alive, he snatched it up into his hand.

The next instant, pain exploded in his palm.

Almost immediately, a chilling, cold aura enveloped him.

Fu Qian felt his mind rapidly flooded with a savage thirst for slaughter, his reason dissolving at an alarming speed.

As expected, the evil entity was trying to possess him through the notebook.

No wonder it was an evil god—the vitality was truly formidable.

Fu Qian marveled as he raised his right hand.

He traced along his ribs and found a wound beneath them.