"Heavenly Slaughter Star descends from above, isolating from kin and causing death in all directions. If Tianyi can save, acting virtuously and accumulating rit is the right approach."
"My na is Hao Yunlai. I was born into a thriving family, but our entire clan beca wealthy by producing counterfeit dicine. Our foundation was solid, our connections deep, and our profits imnse, all bolstered by official protection. We had no idea how many lives we had ruined. Our family’s prosperity was built upon countless corpses, and the curses born from so much blood and tears only seed to make our business flourish even more, expanding far and wide. All this changed when I arrived."
"Upon my birth, my mother died from complications. At my full-month celebration, my thirteen-year-old second older brother choked to death in the kitchen while sneaking sweet dumplings; when found, his hands were tightly clenching his own throat, unable to breathe. By my first birthday, my sixteen-year-old eldest brother died from holding his urine for seven straight hours while engrossed in an intense online competitive ga. During a New Year ancestral veneration, my six-year-old third older sister fell into a cesspit and drowned. On Qingming Festival, my grandfather was crushed to death by a cow intended for sacrifice."
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"In just six short years, no one in our vast family was left alive. They had resisted and tried all sorts of thods. After discovering that I was the Heavenly Slaughter Star, destined to be isolated from kin and cause death in all directions, they even considered killing to stop their destruction. Unfortunately, any such effort only hastened their demise. So donated all their money to do good deeds; the best outco for them was leaving behind an intact corpse."
"Yet, my fate grew harsher. Slowly, wherever I went, whover I t, whatever creature I touched, tragedies would occur. The events beca increasingly severe, to the point that my re proximity could cause imdiate death. I turned into a true plague devil, but all I ever wanted was to live like a normal person."
"When I was eight, I t a benefactor. He taught many things, including how to act virtuously and how to beco an ordinary person again."
"According to him, he suppressed my accursed fate by transferring it to my entire clan. They would suffer in the Eighteen Levels of Hell, never to be reincarnated. This temporarily subdued the curse, allowing to briefly beco normal. However, if I faced danger again, an even more dreadful curse would erupt, potentially devouring even . This is the cost of briefly being a normal person."
"Thus, I usually only summon one at a ti. The relatives who died earlier emit a more intense misfortune. In monts of peril, like just now, I had no choice but to summon my second older brother. He fiercely grasped at my neck, blaming for sending him to the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Each ti, he acts crueler than the last; next ti, he might just strangle to death."
"Unless absolutely necessary, I would not summon my mother. That would an perishing alongside my enemy."
"Honestly, if it ca to that, I would be happy if I could help others. The benefactor said I wouldn’t live past thirty due to the many sins I’ve accumulated. I need to do more good deeds to atone for past sins, but affecting innocents again would only hasten my death. After all, the Way of Heaven is cyclical, and good and evil will ultimately receive their due!"
"After twenty years of practice, I can sowhat control it now. I’m able to avoid inflicting harm from the misfortune on so beings, but only up to two or three individuals. Hence, I never dare use this power when I have many teammates around; otherwise, I could have led them to conquer everything. Sadly, to this day, they still believe I’m just a normal person, unaware of my ability—yet, this sense of being protected is truly comforting."
"Recently, I’ve been feeling increasingly tired, as if my life, like that of an elderly person, is reaching its end. I lack vigor and always want to sleep. Perhaps one day I’ll fall asleep and never wake up."
"But I hope, before I go to Hell to atone for my sins, I can still help my teammates. For this, I will spare no expense!"
"By the way, the eggs costing 50 Contribution Points each are really delicious. I hope in my next life I can still et this chicken and her owner. They are really interesting, wonderful people."
「...」
Hao Yunlai moved with incredible speed, forging ahead without a care, even disregarding the dreadful, terrifying creatures.
Jing Shu’s location was essentially a major hub for the world’s most venomous creatures. These creatures should have attacked them furiously. Yet, due to a series of strange coincidences, they all died in bizarre ways. One might attribute this to Hao Yunlai’s malevolent influence, but the deaths seed incredibly coincidental. Could such things truly be re coincidence in this world?
Tragic, with a capital T!
Yang Yang pulled Jing Shu along, maintaining a safe distance. Jing Shu was sowhat frightened that the pestilence and misfortune emanating from Hao Yunlai might affect her. The power was terrifying; wherever he went, corpses littered the ground. Could it be any more frightening? If they entered Austin City with Hao Yunlai in this plague mode, who knows how many more would die.
No wonder Yang Yang had said, "How could he have chosen this path without so assurance?" It seems he really did have so confidence, and this must be what broke Satan’s seal.
Quickly, the three of them reached the terminus of the Underwater World, where even more thrilling adventures should have awaited Jing Shu. Unfortunately, due to Hao Yunlai’s curse, all the people waiting there were killed instantly, deepening Jing Shu’s understanding of Hao Yunlai’s misfortune.
When Hao Yunlai went berserk, he was like the Demon King—ruthless and rciless. He could kill with a re nod; indeed, he had only to glance at the crowd for them to die...
The three of them successfully navigated from the exit of the Underwater World to a true tycoon’s ho.
Jing Shu took deep breaths, removed her diving suit, and declared she would never wear it out again.
Hao Yunlai also collapsed on the ground, utterly exhausted, unable to even open his eyes. It appeared his ability had a ti limit—about five minutes. Enough for critical monts, but too short for more significant actions. And after using it once, who knew how long recovery would take?
Jing Shu, stroking her chin, speculated about Hao Yunlai’s ability and its rating. An A rating seed rather low.
Yang Yang took out a map. "From now on, we split into two groups. You take Hao Yunlai this way, and I’ll head for the Technology Building over here. The tycoon’s formula is likely in this area. Regardless of who finds the formula or anything valuable first, send a ssage in the group."
Jing Shu coughed. "You take Hao Yunlai with you; it will be safer for you." Actually, Jing Shu was thinking she’d prefer to go treasure hunting alone. Please! That way, she could put anything she found directly into her storage space.
"No need, I really can’t carry him. Besides, once I get inside, it’s my world. Don’t forget how I stole so many things in the United States last year," Yang Yang declared proudly.
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