"Is this all?"
Xiao Baihong squinted, asking with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile.
He stood in a place akin to the lobby of a library, with two palm-sized boxes placed on the stone counter before him.
One box was filled with high-level soul stones.
The other contained a book.
Xiao Baihong had just personally flipped through it and realized it was a book detailing the organizational structure of the Destruction Council, containing nothing noteworthy—just rules and laws, along with propaganda extolling the Council.
A man in a black uniform beside him said expressionlessly:
"Yes, Wu Xiaode was aggrieved by the recent attack, and this is the Council’s compensation for him."
Xiao Baihong idly played with the soul stones and then picked up the pamphlet for another look.
"Such poor advertising... not even as good as so insurance companies in the Capital..."
He tossed the booklet back onto the table without care and, after thinking it over, eventually pocketed the small box of soul stones.
—How many soul stones can a palm-sized box even hold?
It was Wu Xiaode who had been ambushed, after all, with the fault lying squarely on that blonde-haired man with sunglasses, yet all he received was this ager box of soul stones.
This could be considered an insult.
According to Xiao Baihong’s way of thinking, this small box of soul stones should have been thrown away dismissively as he spat out so harsh words before turning to leave.
But he had just spoken to Wu Xiaode through the Book of the Dead.
Little Wu said to leave the matter of the insult for revenge later; soul stones are innocent and should be taken back—after all, even mosquito at is at.
Scared him, hasn’t he?
Xiao Baihong had no choice but to pocket the soul stones and prepare to leave.
The man in the black uniform suddenly asked:
"Why didn’t Wu Xiaode co in person? Is he looking down on the Council?"
Xiao Baihong chuckled softly, a mocking expression spreading across his face.
Trying to catch Little Wu on so verbal mistake?
How naïve can they be?
He walked towards the exit, not once looking back as he said:
"There’s sothing you may not know."
"I am Wu Xiaode’s intimate comrade-in-arms. Only for important events like getting married, moving house, or committing a murder—does he ask to show up in person."
"My presence here ans he has already given enough respect to the Council."
The statent was on point.
Xiao Baihong was quite pleased with his performance as he pushed the door open and left the building.
Outside was a vast square.
Around the square, the sky was pitch-black, seemingly an endless void, with occasional glimpses of stars twinkling across.
Every so often, people would soar into the sky.
—In fact, as Shadow Followers, by releasing their current state, they could instantly return to the Book of the Dead.
That was equivalent to leaving this world belonging to the Destruction Council and going straight to Wu Xiaode.
But leaving just like that sohow didn’t sit right.
—Just a palmful of soul stones and a propaganda booklet, and they think that’s enough to send soone packing?
Not only Wu Xiaode, but Xiao Baihong himself felt a suffocating frustration.
They had called a halt, and we halted.
And the result—
Is this?
Otherwise, if we had The Queen Mother of the West take down that blond man with sunglasses, his "Doomsday" would now belong to Wu Xiaode.
Two choices, two outcos, when compared, are worlds apart.
So this is what cos from listening to others.
Xiao Baihong stopped walking.
"Little Wu asked to deliver a ssage to you," he said to the void.
—Passersby ca and went without glancing his way, as if they hadn’t heard him speak.
There was no response from the void either.
But Xiao Baihong smiled and continued:
"The next ti you want to break up a fight, think carefully. In self-defense, I might not be able to hold back—"
"And might accidentally take out the diator as well."
"That wouldn’t be my fault."
With that said.
There seed to be a slight change in the flow of people around.
A few individuals stood at the bottom of the steps, looking up at Xiao Baihong.
"Talking all big and mighty, do you really think that so-called Wu Xiaode is a mber of the Council?"
A man jeered.
Xiao Baihong cocked his head and glanced at him, asking cautiously:
"Are you a mber of the Council?"
"Of course I’m not one of those esteed mbers. I’m just a staff mber providing services for the association," the man said.
Xiao Baihong breathed a sigh of relief, smiling, "Then it’s you."
No sooner had he spoken.
The other man beca suddenly immobile.
—The Ghost Queen’s immobilization spell, a thousand dark resentful spirits crying for soul suppression!
This was a magic bestowed to Xiao Baihong from the Queen, which then Wu Xiaode had also given to him!
A gentle breeze blew by.
The man’s head fell off.
Xiao Baihong snorted softly and, with a flash, disappeared from the steps.
...
Sare Town.
The bar.
Wu Xiaode sat at the bar counter, pouring a drink.
The Book of the Dead floated in front of him, displaying the page titled "Doomsday."
As soon as the battle ended, the two female angels woke up.
Having sensed the previous fight, they were furious, unhappy at having been firmly suppressed.
Angel Number One whined, "Brother Wu, that guy limited us in the last second before we fully evolved."
Angel Number Two stamred, "He’s bullying us, Brother Wu."
"What do you want to do?" Wu Xiaode asked helplessly.
The two female angels said in unison:
"Next ti we et him, we’ll kill him and take his ’Doomsday’ for ourselves to consu!"
Wu Xiaode shrugged noncommittally.
Elder Xiao had already gone to the Destruction Council.
The situation was still unclear.
If the other party could offer considerable compensation, such as a wealth of riches, secret knowledge, a council-mber-level position—
Plus an apology from that person.
Actually, it wasn’t right for him to be too harsh.
"Have you two noticed any changes?" he diverted the topic.
The two female angels glanced at each other, both sowhat shy.
"It seems... we’ve entered puberty," said Angel Number One.
"Yes, it’s so embarrassing, Brother Wu, please buy us so sanitary products, thank you," said Angel Number Two.
Wu Xiaode rubbed his forehead.
If these Magic Life forms were just like real people, then what part of them was made from magic?
Suddenly, lines of ice crystal text appeared on the pages:
"Your ’Doomsday’ has completed its evolution."
"’Ordinary King’ (Basic) has evolved into a brand-new ’Doomsday’:"
"Evading Battle King."
"Sub-level, can advance."
"Description: You can trigger two kinds of ’Doomsday’; one is ’Evading Battle,’ and the other is ’Heavenly King’."
"’Evading Battle’: Use this ’Doomsday’ to designate a target to take all damage for you;"
"’Heavenly King’: Instantly transform a certain power into the most terrifying Law-Level power, until you stop using it."
"—A special-class ’Doomsday’ born from your loyal fighting style."
Wu Xiaode read carefully, feeling quite amused.
This "Evading Battle King" had sothing interesting about it.
The previous "diocre" identified a target that couldn’t harm ; now it had advanced to designating a target to take damage for —
I like this, it’s good!
"Heavenly King" is stronger than the prior "Demoted Immortal," as the skill was no longer limited by ti.
When "Demoted Immortal" was triggered on "Ordinary King," though the "Ordinary King" evolved into the top-tier "Doomsday Cage," most of its power was used to maintain the stoppage of ti.
—Because "Demoted Immortal" only lasted for one second.
But from now on, the spell wouldn’t be restricted by the manifestation of ti.
Its potency was bound to be revealed!
Then—
"Evading Battle King" was still upgradable.
Such a pity.
He hadn’t been able to take down that blond, sunglass-wearing man—
Otherwise, another ’Doomsday’ to feed to the two female angels would have made them even stronger!
Touched by the thought, Wu Xiaode poured a glass of wine and placed it on the bar.
Xiao Baihong suddenly appeared.
He tossed a palm-sized soul stone box on the bar, took a sip from the glass, and then said with an annoyed face:
"You saw it all?"
"Yes, soul stones are currency, it’s right to bring them back," Wu Xiaode said.
Xiao Baihong, as a Shadow Follower, could be monitored by Wu Xiaode through the Book of the Dead.
"They gave too little," Xiao Baihong said.
"Money is innocent, giving too little is their problem, not the money’s," Wu Xiaode retorted.
"By the way, I killed soone."
"For what reason?"
"I got the feeling he wanted to kill ."
"Is your intuition accurate?"
"Of course, I am a Storm Mage, what you feel as vague, intangible sensations are concrete evidence for —he wanted to kill , slander for breaking council rules, and then present my corpse to you as a warning and deterrence," Xiao Baihong explained earnestly.
"Good job, I support you."
As Wu Xiaode was speaking, the Void in front of him flickered, and a parchnt dropped down.
It read:
"Council mber Wu Xiaode, you are hereby accused of allowing your follower to kill at will."
"Please bring your following personnel to the council for an interrogation at 2:30 PM today."
"This parchnt may be used to complete a pinpoint teleportation."
Xiao Baihong leaned over, scanned the paper, and pondered, "Are they the ones who are going to die, or am I?"
Wu Xiaode smiled softly and whispered, "It’s them."
Reassured, Xiao Baihong returned to his drink.
The Book of the Dead automatically turned the pages, bringing back the two angels’ page.
"Go buy so hygiene products for girls, Big Brother Wu!"
Angel Number One waved at him.
"I’m on it, and I have so good news for you two," Wu Xiaode said.
"What is it?" both angels looked at him with sparkling eyes.
"From now on, whenever a ’Doomsday’ appears, I’m determined to get it at all costs and give it to you as a snack," Wu Xiaode declared.
"Brother Wu is the best!" The two female angels cheered, raising their hands high.
Xiao Baihong put down his glass and asked seriously:
"Are you really planning to break with the Destruction Council?"
"Didn’t you notice? It’s they who are pushing to the break—it’s just that they know too little about ," Wu Xiaode said indifferently, tearing the parchnt into pieces.
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