Grace Hill had already fainted from fright just now, and after a bout of struggling, Charles Clark somehow managed to free himself. On the contrary, John Sullivan was still tied to the ground by the Binding Immortal Rope, watching as Charles Clark stood in stunned silence beside the fallen Daisy...

　　So... is it over just like that?

　　Just as he thought this, Daisy flipped over the beam and leapt up.

　　He roared in fury, “John Sullivan! People from Cangqiong Mountain Sect really are despicable, shameless, and scheming! What kind of demonic trick did you just use to frame me from behind?”

　　John Sullivan was truly innocent. This had nothing to do with him, really. The biggest culprit should be Charles Clark.

　　Daisy pressed on relentlessly, “You really were deliberately deceiving me, trying to distract me so you could ambush me. Otherwise, why would that beam suddenly fall for no reason, and just happen to hit me?”

　　So you did notice something was off—there’s hope for your intelligence yet. John Sullivan felt a bit gratified.

　　Daisy sneered, “You think this is enough to restrain me? Dream on. The Binding Immortal Rope can only be cut with an immortal sword; with ordinary means, you can forget about breaking free.”

　　...I just praised you and now you’re being stupid again. Don’t tell the enemy how to get free, dear!

　　And are you afraid I won’t see where you put the Xiuyajian sword? You even went out of your way to pull it out from your cloak and pat it!

　　John Sullivan really couldn’t hold it in anymore and took a moment to communicate with the system: “So... let me ask, do all villains act like this?”

　　The system replied: [To ensure you can smoothly complete the beginner-level tasks, after enabling easy mode, the villains’ intelligence is set below average.]

　　John Sullivan gave a big thumbs up: “Thanks! Honestly, your easy mode design is so user-friendly, five stars, five stars.”

　　Daisy gritted his teeth and said, “No matter what you say this time, I won’t listen! Prepare to die, John Sullivan!”

　　John Sullivan shouted, “One last thing!”

　　Under the power of easy mode, Daisy actually stopped: “Any last words?”

　　John Sullivan thought for a moment and asked, “How does it feel to sleep with a sixty-year-old man?”

　　“...” While Daisy’s face twisted in rage and his whole body trembled, Charles Clark suddenly lunged from behind!

　　He snatched the Xiuyajian sword from Daisy’s waist, drew it from its sheath, and the room was instantly filled with a clear, snowy light.

　　A flash of silver, and the Binding Immortal Rope on John Sullivan was cut clean through.

　　It’s just that Daisy’s intelligence as a mini-boss hadn’t even reached average in easy mode—he treated Charles Clark, a living person standing behind him, as if he were dead.

　　Daisy cried out in shock, “Impossible—”

　　Enough! I’m not listening! I don’t want to hear the boss’s usual dying monologue! John Sullivan’s mouth twitched, and he gathered all his spiritual power into his right hand, striking Daisy square in the chest. The latter flew out sideways like a kite with a broken string.

　　This was John Sullivan’s first time actually “killing” someone. But he didn’t hesitate at all.

　　Because, first, this is just a book; second, this is a demon who’s killed countless people; third, if he didn’t act, he’d be the one to die.

　　John Sullivan glanced at the miserable state of “Daisy”, limbs twisted and blood streaming from every orifice, then turned away, repeating those three reasons in his mind like a barrage, brainwashing himself.

　　Charles Clark’s still-youthful face turned a little pale.

　　John Sullivan forced himself to stay calm, slowly stood up straight, steadied his breath, assumed a proper posture, and turned to Charles Clark: “First time seeing ‘eliminating demons and upholding the Dao’—were you scared?”

　　After a pause, he continued, “If you want to ‘uphold’, you must also ‘eliminate’.”

　　Charles Clark bit his lip and blurted out, “Just now...”

　　John Sullivan said, “You want to ask, if the beam hadn’t suddenly collapsed just now, what would I have done?”

　　John Sullivan felt like he’d swallowed bitter medicine—he really wanted to tell Charles Clark, don’t worry, you absolutely wouldn’t have died, the beam was definitely going to fall. But could he say that?!

　　He could only put on a mysterious air and say, “Are you questioning your master?”

　　Charles Clark shook his head, his expression sincere: “No. If I could give my life for my master, it would be an honor for me as your disciple.”

　　...John Sullivan was shocked by how much of a white lotus he was!

　　John Sullivan thought for a moment and chose a rather ambiguous way to put it.

　　“Then let me tell you. Even if something happened to me, nothing bad would ever happen to you.”

　　That was the absolute truth. Even if John Sullivan died a hundred times, a hundred times, the main character with an indestructible golden body, Charles Clark, would still be just fine!

　　He looked calm and composed, not the least bit insincere, and said firmly, “On this point, I would never deceive you.”

　　Hearing this, Charles Clark seemed to level up on the spot—the little sunflower that had wilted just now instantly perked up again. He held the sword in both hands, raised it to his brow, and respectfully presented it to John Sullivan: “Master. Your sword!”

　　John Sullivan took it in one swift motion.

　　This kid’s heart is really pure—he was so traumatized just now, but in the blink of an eye he’s back to full health. If only you could always be like this!

　　Next, a barrage of system notifications made him feel absolutely elated.

　　[Grace Hill’s favorability increased, protagonist satisfaction +50]

　　[Acquired advanced item ‘Binding Immortal Rope’, villain power +30]