[Double Pupation] combined with [Continuous Transformation], the two High Rank Authorities of [Sloth] rged together. In just one rest period, [Storage Explosion] leveled up twice, reaching the Great Perfection Realm.
After seeing the words [Mountain Shattering] following Perfect, Zhu Haomiao vaguely understood that as his self-awareness increased, the information in the [Book of Black] would beco more detailed.
Squeezing his fist, Zhu Haomiao was eager to experience the power of [Mountain Shattering], but as he attempted, a terrifying aura of wild brutality quietly descended.
In a daze, the young man felt incredibly stifled and oppressed, as if trapped in a small box, wanting to instantly unleash all his power and tear the entire world apart!
Whew~
Exhaling a breath of stale air, Zhu Haomiao decisively canceled his power, relaxed his energy, and cald the restless violent aura.
Whether or not the High Rank Power of [Storage Explosion] could tear the world apart was unknown, but his beloved Safe House surely wouldn't survive!
Better to use it on enemies in the future...
He wondered which lucky individual would have the chance to experience the power of [Mountain Shattering]...
With anticipation, Zhu Haomiao licked his lips, organized his thoughts, and continued to scroll down.
[God]: 52→61 (19)↑
[Dexterity]: 47→56 (19)↑
[Strength]: 58→67 (12)↑
[Essence]: 51→60 (7)↑
[Qi]: 58→67 (17)↑
[Body]: 59→68 (7)↑
As he thoroughly consolidated the Hegemony Level, the world's suppression of him also strengthened, and with several days of quadruple Deep Sleep growth, the Six-dinsional Attributes only averaged a digestion of 9 points.
With dissatisfaction, Zhu Haomiao pursed his lips and sighed deeply.
Can't completely digest, can't completely digest!
He wondered how other Transcendents solved the problem of too much accumulation...
They didn't have [Deep Sleep], didn't have [Pupation], and no quadruple-speed growth; did they just endure it through ti?
How tireso!
Smacking his lips, Zhu Haomiao shook his head in incomprehension, picked up the dark treasure sword beside him, tied it to his waist, and strode out the door.
Exiting the concealed passage, the young man sped along until he reached the suburban roads of the Magic City. Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, Wilson, who had been waiting for a long ti, opened the rear door of a dark sedan, nodding respectfully.
"My lord, the sacrificial ceremony is ready."
"Hmm, let's go."
.........
Shanghai·Public Leased Territory
In the dark and damp dungeon, a blonde, blue-eyed young man looked at an Asian woman with rotting limbs and no healthy parts on her body, helplessly shrugged at his colleague.
"Seems like she really doesn't know anything."
"Sigh... another false lead, such a waste of ti!"
Glancing at the dying Asian woman, Niksa Labres frowned with disgust, impatiently waving a hand.
"Get rid of her."
A prison guard with a rat tail hairstyle hurried over, smiling obsequiously.
"Sir, what about her child…"
"Useless, dispose of them together."
With an opportunity to eat orphans, the prison guard's eyes lit up, and he quickly agreed.
"Yes, sir!"
On the other side, the woman, who was at death's door, suddenly found a burst of strength upon hearing this, pulling the chain through her scapula taut, and scread hoarsely.
"Don't touch my child! Or I'll haunt you even as a ghost!!!"
The sudden shriek startled the prison guard, making him nearly trip to the ground.
After a mont of fear, feeling embarrassed in front of the foreigner, the prison guard beca angry out of sha and slapped the woman across the face.
"Fucking crazy bitch, I'll soon send that little brat to join you!"
On the other side, staring into the woman's resentful and sinister eyes, Niksa Labres curled his lips coldly.
"I'd love to see how you won't let go. Bring her child."
Hearing this, the prison guard viciously glared at the woman, sneered, and walked away.
Not long after, a skeletal, dying little girl was thrown in front of the woman.
"Xiaoqian! Xiaoqian!"
The woman frantically called her daughter's nickna, her mournful voice like a cuckoo crying blood.
In just over ten days, not knowing what torture she'd endured, her once chubby and cute daughter had beco like this!
Hearing a familiar voice calling her, the little girl struggled to lift her head, and in her blurred vision saw a disheveled figure. Vaguely, she understood who it was, her lips quivering with grievance.
"Mom…"
The little girl reached out her small hand, wanting to return to that familiar warm embrace.
Crack~
But the next mont, an iron boot snapped her spine, and crushed her chest, freezing her small hand forever just inches from her mother.
A torrent of blood and fragnts of internal organs sprayed from her mouth, and her raised hand slowly lowered, her tear-filled eyes widening and covering with a layer of ash.
Staring vacantly at her daughter's eyes that refused to close, the woman's pupils shrunk to the size of needle tips.
"Co on, how won't you let go?!!"
Letting Niksa Labres grab her hair and slap her face repeatedly.
The terrible force shattered the bones of her face, causing a gush of blood from her mouth and nose, but the woman's gaze stayed fixed on her daughter's corpse, like a living corpse, without any reaction.
"Niksa, stop playing around, we need to report back to our superior."
Standing at the dungeon door, the blue-eyed, blonde young man urged impatiently.
Hearing this, Niksa Labres released the woman's hair, lost interest, and smacked his lips.
Kicking the little girl's corpse to the corner like trash, Niksa Labres straightened his immaculate attire, and stepped out to catch up with his colleague.
"Leave the aftermath to the locals, why are you bothering with her?"
"Those lowly yellow-skinned monkeys dare to defy us; I'd like to show her true despair!"
"You're still so twisted."
"Twisted? This is the enlightennt of civilization!"
......
Laughing and chatting, the two left the dungeon and approached a tall building nearby.
Standing before a luxurious and elegant solid wood door, the two adjusted their collars before respectfully knocking.
Knock knock~
"Co in."
With a llow, deep voice, the two opened the door and entered, slightly bowing to Hiram, who was going through files.
"So, any new leads?"
Without looking up, Hiram asked, and Niksa Labres shook his head helplessly.
"No, confird another false lead."
"Hmm, tidy up the loose ends a bit; colonial officials have been protesting again."
Unsurprised, Hiram nodded slightly and casually instructed before waving his hand, prompting the two subordinates to knowingly bow and exit.
Only after the door closed did Hiram put down the files in his hand, tiredly pinching his brows.
Having been in the Far East for months, the culprit of the [Blood-colored Banquet] seed to have vanished from this world, never appearing again!
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