Chapter 47
“Here, take a look.” The passerby was quite straightforward, shoving the flyer into Xie Lun's hands.
Xie Lun took the flyer, his pupils narrowing slightly.
“Shocking! Terrifying unknown dehydration syndrome spreading! Have you been feeling thirsty lately?!”
The eye-catching headline drew him in, and Xie Lun quickly scanned the flyer. The front discussed common symptoms of dehydration that most people tend to overlook.
But then the tone shifted.
It mentioned that a high-ranking bishop from the Ansu Church was offering free readings of healing scriptures to help people with this mysterious dehydration syndrome, and there would even be free lunches after the sermon.
A scam!
Damn it!
Xie Lun's hand crumpled the flyer violently, the veins on his forehead bulging beneath his mask.
How could anyone discover his virus? Reciting scriptures to cure a virus? The unique virus he had painstakingly developed over years—could it really be dispelled by a few verses?
Hell no!
Xie Lun felt his breath quickening, and soon, a terrifying thought surged into his mind.
Enjoying sermons, huh? Gathering crowds in the square?
Fine, I thank you for that.
Let me detonate my sealed object while you preach, and watch everyone die before your eyes.
He tossed the cursed flyer aside and hurried toward the Bell Tower Church. This was about his promotion ceremony; he had to see what was going on with that sermon.
He had planned this for a long time. He had already consumed the potion, and there was no more time to prepare for another viral outbreak. He was on a detour, and could only manage to develop one virus.
Before long, he found himself in a crowded square, pushing his way toward the sewer inspection hatch, weaving through the throngs of people.
Suddenly, he bumped into something. Frowning, he looked at a handcart covered with cloth, filled with barrels.
What is that? Xie Lun furrowed his brow.
At that moment, the entire square fell silent. A red-haired girl stood there, holding a piece of paper in her left hand and a megaphone in her right, her mocking voice echoing through the crowd.
“Uh... sorry, but you lost at your resurrection ceremony. Your dehydration infection is just like dog poop.”
“A thousand people? A thousand people are mine...”
But Xie Lun in the crowd felt his heart drop. He listened to the words coming from the megaphone, a sense of dread washing over him.
What? What do you mean I lost my resurrection ceremony?
Who is she?
What does she mean a thousand people are hers...?
“Zing...”
A faint smell of gunpowder wafted into Xie Lun's nostrils. He turned in horror to the handcart beside him, where a burning fuse was visible beneath the cloth.
“Who! Who is it?!” Xie Lun shot his head up, scanning the area as if trying to identify the puppet master behind it all.
“Boom—!”
“Boom boom—!!”
“Boom—————!”
The deafening explosions erupted one after another, countless barrels of explosives igniting in that instant. The entire square was engulfed in flames, shrapnel, and smoke, filled with screams and cries. The explosions of the barrels mixed with oil drums spread the fire rapidly through the crowd, turning it into a hell on earth!
At that moment, Xie Lun was thrown back by the blast, half of his mask blown away. He stared in terror at the horrific scene before him, his mouth agape, unable to make a sound.
Madman!!!
Madman!!!
This is a resurrection ceremony!!!
Is it the “Instigator” path or the “Assassin” path?!! Over a thousand people!!! How dare you!!!! Over a thousand people!!!! How dare you!!!!!!
Beneath the skin that had been blown away by the explosives, dark green muscles were rapidly healing, filling the empty socket on the left side of his face with a dark green vitreous substance.
Dead... all dead...
No... no, no, no... my sealed object is still in the sewer, it hasn’t activated yet, you can’t just die like this...
After this explosion, how could anyone gather in the church square anymore???
It was her!!!
As the ringing in his ears from the explosion began to fade, he looked at the girl on the church steps, her expression calm as if she were watching a poorly executed comedy.
“My ceremony... my new path... my bacteria...”
Everything felt like a cruel joke, shattered without mercy.
Xie Lun could feel the whispers in his mind growing frantic, the world around him starting to blur.
“It’s you!!!”
Xie Lun’s sanity began to slip away. He charged into the inferno, crossing mountains of corpses and flames, rushing toward the platform above. He lunged forward, his blood mixed with green poison splattering onto the girl’s face.
“Why the hell are you ruining my ceremony!!! Die!!!”
The skin on the girl’s face was being eroded rapidly, yet her smile only grew wider. She looked at Xie Lun with delight, as if she had found a treasure.
Xie Lun looked down and realized she was staring at the emblem of the Redemption Society pinned to his black robe, which was now teetering on the edge of falling off, with his name, Xie Lun, engraved on it.
The girl’s smile widened even more: “I found you...”
A shadow surged from behind the girl, brandishing a brand-new revolver, pressing it against her temple.
“See you later.”
Bang—!
A gunshot rang out, the shadow vanished, the gun fell to the ground, and the girl’s brain splattered out the other side, dropping dead right before Xie Lun.
“Madman!!! Madman!!!”
Xie Lun, feeling the fire spreading behind him and the chaotic whispers in his mind, threw his head back and roared at the sky.
“Why is this happening!!!!”
“Ahhhhhhh!!!!”
Xie Lun’s impotent roar echoed, as a venomous green arm burst forth from his mouth, the potion rapidly corroding his body, eroding his sanity and reason...
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**Chapter 51: Deadly Blood Roland (Seeking Initial Subscription!!!)**
“Reality”
“Year 741 of the Holy Calendar, June 18, 18:30”
“Evaluation: I really should give you an achievement award for ‘A Thousand People in the Streets’! Do you know how many ceremonies you completed in one go?”
“You should have seen the shocked, desperate, and pained expressions on those nun priests! I’ll definitely find a chance to show you next time ^^D”
“Take this; it’s well-deserved based on your performance.”
“Reward: Destiny Points *15, [Charm Lv.1], [Deadly Blood Roland]”
“Destiny Points: 26”
Fifteen points of Destiny Points... plus a skill and an item.
The gains from this simulation exceeded what Xia Er had imagined. The reason for the modest points was likely because she hadn’t broken the inevitable death scenario yet.
Time was tight, so Xia Er quickly glanced at her new abilities and items.
“[Charm Lv.1]: Your charm has slightly increased, making it easier to attract extraordinary beings and otherworldly creatures, gaining their favor.”
“[Deadly Blood Roland]: A special sealed object; wounds inflicted by blades and bullets will bloom with blood rosettes, continuously causing bleeding damage.”
“Side Effect: While holding it, you will continuously suffer from an unremovable ‘Anemia’ status.”
A sealed object?
Xia Er opened her warehouse.
At this moment, there were already four items inside.
The Contract of the God of Order, the Letter from the Radiant Bishop, the Otherworldly Page, and the Deadly Blood Roland.
Looking at the indistinct icon, Xia Er hesitated for a moment before deciding to take it out.
This was her first sealed object, and it might bring her some help in the future.
A silver light flickered in her hand, and an unusual, ancient flintlock pistol appeared.
The deep brown wooden grip felt excellent in her hand, and the 35-centimeter-long black barrel was connected to a 40-centimeter-long silver bayonet, with blood-red rosette patterns spreading from the blade all the way to the silver flintlock mechanism.
It was as if a cluster of blood-red rosettes connected them all together.
The moment she grasped it, Xia Er felt a wave of dizziness and a lingering fatigue, as if she might faint after just a few steps.
What she didn’t notice was that the color in her face was gradually fading, leaving her looking pale and fragile.
At that moment, the method of using this sealed object entered Xia Er’s mind.
Extracting blood could fire bullets for long-range attacks.
It could also be wielded as a short sword for close combat.
Whether using blood bullets or the blade to inflict wounds, blood rosettes would sprout on the target, slowly draining their blood.
If the target pulled out the blood rosettes, they would be pierced and lose even more blood and internal organs.
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