Chapter 114
Xia'er took the mark, examined it closely, and then tucked it into her pocket. If this thing could be exchanged in reality, it would remain in the warehouse, sparing her the worry of being attacked by members of the Shenglin Sect who bore the mark.
With the intel secured and the mark in hand, all that was left was to wait for the spiritual being's time in this world to end and check on the status of Prague.
If it was still under her control, there would be no problem.
If it was no longer under her control, she would put a bullet in it before it spiraled out of control.
Buzz—
Suddenly, a familiar buzzing filled Xia'er's mind. She frowned, watching her right hand flicker.
Time distortion? At this moment?
I’m not done playing yet!
During the previous sacrifice, she had used the "Echo of the Silver-White Timebinder" to rewind her own time, granting her a negative status of "Time Distortion" that lasted for an hour.
She could only watch as her form flickered, her brow furrowing tighter as she prayed to revert to the desired save point.
If she turned into a gambler, by the time she woke up, she would probably have followed Prague to the Shenglin Sect's headquarters to become a saintess—after all, the "Gambler" still bore the "Sadana Mark" that hadn’t been removed.
“Tsk…”
Seeing her right hand flicker and reveal an unhealed burn, the "Instigator" Xia'er let out a disappointed click of her tongue.
Soon, a flash of silver-white light appeared, and the red-haired, bandaged "Avenger" Xia'er took the place of the "Instigator" Xia'er, standing in the same spot.
Xia'er stood there for a moment, then slowly turned her gaze to Prague in front of her.
The burn on her arm sent jolts through her nerves, and the flames of anger burned in her chest.
“Why does it have to be me… facing this kind of situation…”
Xia'er muttered to herself, resentment growing within her as her peaceful life was shattered.
Her eyes slowly shifted to the left, where she noticed that the insect wings behind the spiritual being were down to just one.
Time was running out.
A shadow slipped out from behind Xia'er, rummaging through the pile of corpses.
Before long, a dagger and a hand axe were presented to Xia'er by the shadow.
After a quick glance, she ignored the dagger and picked up the hand axe.
Xia'er looked down calmly at Prague, who was kneeling before her, and slowly spoke:
“Lie down, Prague.”
Prague obediently lay down in front of Xia'er.
“Spread your legs and arms.”
Prague assumed a star shape, offering no resistance.
The "Instigator" Xia'er was too frivolous, often thinking in strange directions, which could lead to disaster.
Fortunately, the side effects of the time distortion allowed the steady "Avenger" Xia'er to take over.
And the "Avenger" Xia'er was quite adept at neutralizing all dangers.
For instance, the potential attack from Prague, who might suddenly regain his senses after the spiritual being vanished.
Xia'er slowly raised her right hand and swung it down sharply.
Swoosh—!
Prague's left arm was severed cleanly, leaving only shattered bone and muscle connected.
Swoosh—!
Blood splattered as Prague's left arm was completely chopped off!
Xia'er kicked the severed arm aside and circled around the pain-stricken, despairing Prague, moving to his right side.
Swoosh—
Swoosh—
Swoosh—
The sound of bone being chopped echoed throughout the quiet sanctuary.
Soon, Xia'er, her face splattered with blood, stood beside the now dismembered and barely alive Prague, slowly raising her blood-dripping hand axe and pointing it at the spiritual being.
“While he’s still alive… get out.”
Xia'er commanded.
The terrifying half-man, half-bug creature nodded repeatedly at Xia'er. In no time, countless starlit dust motes left its body and dissipated, revealing the lifeless form of Jidi lying on the ground.
Xia'er lowered her gaze to the "Glowing Bishop" Prague sprawled on the ground and slowly asked:
“Who… am I?”
Prague, his face streaked with tears and snot from the intense pain, spat out a mouthful of blood, his breath weak yet fervent as he replied, “Saintess… Your Highness…”
“Very good.”
Swoosh—crack—
Xia'er bent down and swung the axe down onto his forehead, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere—Prague, a third-tier "Glowing Bishop," was utterly dead in the underground sanctuary of the Deton Manor in Berun City.
Crack, crack—
Xia'er shook the axe, pulling it free from Prague's skull. She looked at her flickering arm, indicating that the "Time Distortion" was about to start extracting the save point again.
“Your plan… is no longer needed.”
Xia'er raised her right hand, holding the axe horizontally, and swung it toward her own temple. Meanwhile, the shadow behind her, under her control, plunged the dagger directly into her own heart.
In an instant, Xia'er fell into death, her vision fading into a vast expanse of silver-white…
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Chapter 87: A New Method of Spiritual Summoning (4500 words)
[Reality]
[Year of the Saint, June 20, 741, 16:22]
[Evaluation: Meh~ Perfect match!]
[In one go, sacrificing all members of the Shenglin Sect in Berun City, then slaughtering a third-tier "Glowing Bishop," everything timed perfectly, as if she had done it multiple times… Oh, right, she had done it multiple times.]
[Honestly, why not just do it on the 23rd? Go tell all the organizations it was you! You’d instantly become a superstar hero! Even the wheelchair-bound bishop of the Goddess of Salvation would stand up to toast you!]
[Take this; it’s what you deserve based on your performance.]
[Reward: Destiny Points ×50, [Hunter Lv.1], [Nemesis Lv.1]]
[Destiny Points: 193]
[Hunter: Passive ability that slightly enhances all your physical stats, giving you the potential to hunt down those who consume magical potions with bare hands.]
[Nemesis: Passive ability that instills a slight fear in those you have killed in simulations, with the level of fear deepening the more times they are killed.]
“Ha—”
Xia'er, reclining on the sofa, opened her eyes and took a deep breath.
She raised her hand to touch the side of her right temple, only to find soft, dry hair—no wounds or blood.
Even after dying so many times, Xia'er still couldn’t get used to the pain of death.
Though the phrase "getting used to death" itself was somewhat abstract.
Xia'er slowly closed her eyes, reflecting on all the details from the simulation.
The bishop had arrived at the underground sanctuary a bit late, around 13:02. This was normal, as she had encountered him at 13:01, when he was already in the stone spiral staircase corridor.
Perhaps due to the sacrifice, he hesitated at the door for a moment but ultimately chose to enter.
This was the key to Xia'er’s plan succeeding smoothly.
Xia'er ignored the system panel in front of her and sat quietly on the sofa for three minutes, confirming that upon returning to reality, she had not inherited the negative effect of "Time Distortion," before finally opening her eyes.
The system panel appeared before her, and she re-evaluated the abilities she had gained.
Xia'er had already skimmed through the system's comments, which were filled with meaningless clichés, not worth her attention.
Killing a third-tier "Glowing Bishop" for the first time had brought Xia'er a substantial reward, boosting her Destiny Points to a total of 193.
The richest haul yet.
However, perhaps due to some individuals being killed multiple times, the reward points were even lower than what she received when she leveled up to "Judicator."
Though the points were fewer, at least she had gained two new abilities.
In addition, she had acquired two new passive abilities.
One was the [Hunter], which enhanced her physical stats across the board, while the other was the [Nemesis], whose effects were still unknown.
She had lost count of how many people she had killed in the simulations; even Xia'er herself couldn’t quite remember how many times she had taken someone’s life.
Some individuals might have died at her hands multiple times, directly or indirectly, yet Xia'er didn’t even know their names.
Like the explosion in the church square during the simulation, she wondered if those deaths would be counted against her.
This left Xia'er feeling a bit troubled…
This was a passive ability, and Xia'er had no way to turn it off. If this continued, would it escalate to the point where just walking down the street would send people into a frenzy at the sight of her?
Aside from not imparting knowledge to others, how was this any different from the evil gods imagined by those cultists?
However, Xia'er didn’t worry too much about it.
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