My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! Chapter 117 117:

"Alright, I promise."

Gang Ryeong pointed his arm directly at her forehead, black haze swirling as it ford a pistol.

But for so reason, he couldn't pull the trigger, even though he had beco an expressionless monster.

There seed to be one last shred of morality gawking at him.

Jian Ruxue looked at the pistol and spoke, still with a gentle smile:

"Are you going to turn into one of the Jiangshi?"

Gang Ryeong nodded, his finger ever so close to pulling the trigger, but the gap felt infinitely far from it.

"Shoot , child. My Sword Will has already been damaged, and I am as good as dead already."

Bang!

A jet‑black flash burst from his pistol and punched straight through her skull, leaving a ragged, blood‑soaked hole.

Her eyes dulled, all life draining away.

Every last ounce of strength fled her body.

A crimson pool spread across the floor, its surface reflecting his image back at him.

Gang Ryeong stared down at his own reflection: a slight figure shrouded in darkness, a demon risen from the depths of hell.

"I… I hate myself," he whispered.

He knew he should feel remorse for killing the woman who had saved him without hesitation, grief for the murdered children, fury toward Jin Hyuk, the perpetrator of it all, anger at the cruelty of the Shadow faction.

But Gang Ryeong felt nothing.

This emotionless state completely confused him.

"Is this a side effect of rging with the death energy?"

Unlike with all his previous possessions, Gang Ryeong had actually rged completely with this body.

If this body died, even his Ghoul form would be affected, and, if not killed outright, would be severely injured.

Even his severed head had now been fully reattached.

He tightened his fist.

The air hissed and distorted around it.

Gang Ryeong could faintly feel it: instead of a body that should have been on the verge of destruction, his was rapidly gaining strength.

Death energy circulated through him, constantly fortifying, and then fusing with his very being.

His entire complexion was as pale as the moon, as if he were a dead corpse.

These strange changes stunned him.

A blue prompt appeared in front of him:

[Your body has rged with Death itself]

[You have gained a unique skill: