Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 1102 - Stabbed In the Kidney, My Kidney Has Disappea

Chapter 1102: Stabbed In the Kidney, My Kidney Has Disappeared?

Luke was utterly disdainful of this legend.

It was nothing more than a little trick to make the Fraternity look good; they still had the nerve to say that they controlled fate?

Liu Bei[1] also claid that he was the descendant of Liu Sheng, the King of Zhongshan, and that his ancestry went back 300 years.

The Fraternity had actually added at least 800 years to their history. They sure knew how to brag.

It was for that reason that Luke looked down on the Fraternity.

These hitn couldn’t even brag about their ancestry properly.

Coupled with the stupidity of using the precious and incomparable ingredients of the dicinal bath to treat assassins, Luke only had one thing to say about the Fraternity: a lack of smarts was truly terrifying.

Just look at how carefree Tony Stark was.

In fact, the number of people who had died because of weapons manufactured by Stark Industries was definitely countless tis more than the total number of the Fraternity’s targets in the 200 years that it had been operating.

But Stark Industries was a powerful US corporation, while the Fraternity was a dark underworld organization.

The point was that the Fraternity had existed for more than 200 years and had been in the assassin business for that length of ti, but this organization still couldn’t see the light of day, which didn’t make sense.

The amazing dicinal bath alone could turn the Fraternity into a major force.

It could have easily developed over the years to beco a formidable pharmaceutical company in modern tis, but it just ssed around like this for 200 years.

Everyone had their own ambitions.

If a normal person had to choose, how many people would want to beco Sloan instead of Tony Stark?

It could only be said that there was no cure for brainless people.

Now, Luke had co.

He felt that it was best not to keep such a brainless idiot alive; it was best to send him to et the “fate” they kept talking about.

But first, he had to clearly see for himself what this so-called “fate” was.

Thinking that, he walked over to the loom, and his thoughts moved.

Clack! Clack! Clack! The Loom of Fate remained in place, working diligently.

System: Host, you need to be in physical contact with the item to complete the transfer.

Luke’s heart jumped. D*mn, interesting!

Since Daddy System had given him a rare notification, this loom wasn’t any ordinary thing.

Thinking that, he placed his hand on the loom.

The clacking abruptly disappeared and the room fell silent.

Luke’s eyes widened, but he didn’t even have ti to swear inwardly.

System: Karmic magic tool has been detected. Can be converted into 500,000 credit points or used to modify the system interface. Convert points / modify the system interface?

Luke was truly stunned this ti.

500,000 credit points? The bundle of evil thoughts was only worth 20,000 credit points, while the remains of Odin’s Destroyer was only worth 50,000...

Fine, that was just so of the remains. The complete Destroyer should be worth no less than 500,000 credit points.

But the intact Destroyer was protected by runes which Odin had left on it, and Luke couldn’t forcefully put it into his inventory.

In comparison, the Loom of Fate was easily put away.

What was even more eye-catching was the “karmic magic tool” in the notification. This world actually had sothing like that?

...

While a certain guy was feeling astonished after stealing sothing in passing, there was an angry roar in Hell. “Who was it? Who destroyed my altar?”

If Luke could see or hear who it was, his heart would definitely pound.

Boundless black smoke exploded from phisto’s body and surged wildly.

Countless evil spirits howled as they were sucked into the black smoke and disappeared.

If it were any other ti, phisto’s heart would definitely ache.

These were toys that he had been collecting for many years. Now that a huge bunch of them was dead, he would have much less fun in the future.

But he couldn’t care less about that right now.

There was only one way to describe his current state: impotent fury.

phisto yelled all sorts of profanities in his heart.

A few months ago, his clone was defeated by that strange Big Dipper, and he had no choice but to flee to hell.

But his clone couldn’t really escape, and was destroyed in front of him.

What was even more terrifying was that Big Dipper had launched an extrely strange attack, which actually reached phisto’s soul through his clone and struck him hard.

That dark golden energy still lingered in his body.

phisto had tried everything, but was unable to get rid of the strange energy. Conversely, he aggravated his injuries by more than 10%, which made him mad.

He wasn’t a Demon Lord who couldn’t take a loss, but this was too baffling a defeat.

Also, he realized that he couldn’t send his clone to Earth again.

As long as his clone tried to reach Earth, it would instantly be overwheld by that strange energy.

phisto was an experienced and knowledgeable ancient demon.

He very quickly realized that this strange energy had a special trait — it was a soul bind.

It worked directly on his soul.

The soul in his main body was powerful, and in his exclusive dinsion of Hell, he could withstand any damage to his soul.

His clone’s soul, however, wasn’t powerful enough, and would be even weaker after it went to Earth. Naturally, it would be destroyed by the strange energy.

For phisto, his soul wasn’t like a cream cake which could be split casually. Every clone was precious.

After trying twice and successfully aggravating his injuries, he gave up on going to Earth to make trouble for Big Dipper.

However, these two experints boosted the strange energy by more than 10%.

It could actually use the Destroyer’s parts to further boost itself and increase the damage to phisto’s main body.

This made phisto curse the Hell version of “f*ck you” for days.

Nevertheless, he did gain sothing from his experints.

He could sense that this strange energy was, in the end, like water with no source.

As long as he didn’t continue sending out clones for it to “eat,” it would slowly and gradually dry out.

It would disappear completely in a dozen years at most.

What could phisto do? He was full of despair.

Now, he could only stay in Hell and wait for his body to recover.

In any case, a decade or so wasn’t long for an ancient demon like him; it was equivalent to a nap for humans.

However, he didn’t expect that sothing would happen right after he closed his eyes.

The special altar which he had placed on Earth to collect premium souls suddenly disappeared.

It was like soone suddenly digging out one of his kidneys.

Not only that, the “kidney” also strangely disappeared.

If this altar being wrecked was like being stabbed in the kidney, then the worse the damage to the altar, the more the knife was twisted and the worse the pain.

But what was this feeling?

phisto felt as if soone had suddenly used so thod to outright extract his kidney.

Before he could feel any pain, he sensed that the space in his soul occupied by the special altar was suddenly empty.

[1] A Chinese warlord who beca the first King of Hanzhong