Chapter 156 Parasitism
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Wilson led Amon and the others to a city gate, handing each of them a black token.
Amon took the token, which was marked with a skull and the number 5200.
He glanced at the tokens of the two beside him, numbered 4789 and 9876 respectively.
It seems these tokens are reused, the numbers have no real meaning… Amon gazed at the distant city gate, a faint smile on his face.
Led by Wilson, the three of them walked to the city gate. Two rows of black-armored warriors stood silently, exuding an aura of cold, grim killing intent.
There were already many people waiting at the city gate.
A young woman in a black veil walked out of the city. She had a beautiful face and a graceful figure, radiating a bewitching and dangerous aura.
She said in a clear, melodious voice, "Welcome to the City of Slaughter. Next, I will explain the rules of the City of Slaughter to you all."
"The City of Slaughter is divided into the inner city and the outer city. The inner city is a place where there are truly no rules. You can kill anyone you want, do anything you want, but of course, you may be killed at any time."
"The outer city does not allow random killing, but similarly, you will not get much enjoyment. Each person needs to participate in the Hell Slaughter Arena once a year. As long as you pass one battle, you can live in the City of Slaughter for another year."
"Or, contribute two cups of 'Bloody Mary' every month, and you can also continue to live in the City of Slaughter. Compared to the danger of the first option, this is much safer, but it is also a slow suicide. The choice is yours."
"Now, I will take you in to experience the atmosphere of the inner and outer cities. As newcomers, you have a twelve-hour protection period."
"During this period, as long as you stay within five meters of me, no one will dare to attack you. After twelve hours, the protection period disappears, and you officially become residents of the City of Slaughter."
Amon didn't have a "Slaughter God" behind him, so he didn't enjoy the one-on-one guidance from the black-veiled lady like Tang San in the original work.
He mingled in the crowd, silently following behind the black-veiled girl.
The outer city was very empty, with few people on both sides of the road. Almost everyone had an unhealthy pallor on their faces, emaciated, with a withered complexion, barely better than beggars.
There were some simple black stone houses on both sides of the street, which were food distribution points set up by the City of Slaughter, where those beggar-like people were queuing to wait for food distribution.
Such a scene made many people who had come in full of expectations feel a chill in their hearts. This cold, dead place was completely different from the paradise of sin they had imagined.
Seeming to see what they were thinking, the black-veiled girl said indifferently: "Villains are also divided into different levels. These are useless trash who don't dare to face death, so naturally they don't have the qualifications to enjoy."
After walking for an hour, the black-veiled girl led the crowd to a city wall. This was the inner city wall, not very tall, with the city gate wide open and no guards.
The girl's indifferent voice sounded: "The inner city does not need guards, you can enter at any time. Remember, don't leave me more than five meters, otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety."
The inner city was completely different from the outer city, as if they had come to another world. It was extravagant and decadent, indulging in pleasure.
But beyond this luxury, there was also extreme chaos and extreme distortion.
Fights could be seen everywhere. Some people were venting the primal desires of life on the street. Two people, three people, or even several people, their white bodies entangled together.
A glamorous woman was screaming as a burly man stripped her clothes off, a group of people applauded and cheered, then lined up to wait. A burly, muscular black-skinned woman pinned a handsome young man under her.
One person in the group was attracted by the surrounding scenery and unknowingly fell behind, more than five meters away from the black-veiled girl.
Then, he was dragged away by a group of people, leaving only a shrill scream.
"Tsk… a paradise for beasts, a bit like a demon's ritual," Amon commented with a calm expression.
He quietly left the crowd.
The black-veiled girl noticed his departure but didn't say anything. She was just completing her task and wouldn't interfere with other people's choices.
Walking on the road, Amon soon encountered trouble. Three young men surrounded him, with malicious smiles on their faces.
"Hey, this is a newcomer, right?"
"Yes, I saw him leave the envoy's group with my own eyes," one person said.
"Looks pretty fair-skinned, just wondering what your blood tastes like," another person said with a sinister smile.
Amon raised his right hand, pushed up the lower edge of his monocle, and chuckled: "Heh… I'm just looking for a place to live. Are there any quieter places around here?"
"Hahaha, quiet? Don't worry, you'll feel quiet soon, after all, dead people won't be woken up again."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's head exploded with a "bang", his skull was blown off, and red and white matter scattered all over the ground.
"Air Bullet." The rules of the City of Slaughter only suppress Soul Ring skills, but Soul Bone skills and self-created skills are not included.
In this place where Soul Skills cannot be used, this simple trick is especially useful.
"That's not the answer I want," Amon said indifferently.
"Soul Master, how is that possible? Why can you still use skills?" one person was frightened.
The other person slowly retreated, then turned and ran.
Amon raised his right hand, extended his right index finger and thumb, and another "Air Bullet" shot out, blasting open the chest of the fleeing man.
He asked the survivors, "Now, can you tell me where there's a quieter place to live around here?"
The remaining tall, thin man nodded hastily and said, "Please, please follow me..."
He said as he walked, "In this City of Slaughter, there is no absolutely safe place. Anyone can lose their life at any time.
"But people tend to be more restrained around those strong individuals who have won many matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena. It's relatively quieter, but you need to be careful not to anger those strong individuals."
Amon followed him to a detached villa with a large area and a front and back yard.
"This is where someone who has won more than thirty matches lives. If you want to obtain the right to live near here, you'd better get his consent. Many people around here serve him."
"Alright, you can go now." Amon walked directly into the villa.
The man who led the way didn't leave immediately. He was curious about what would happen next.
His curiosity cost him his life. A cloaked figure silently approached him from behind and slit his throat with a dagger.
Amon, who had entered the house, saw the owner taking off his pants, placing a woman with delicate features' legs on his shoulders, preparing to unleash his desires.
Seeing Amon, he said calmly, "Wait a moment, give me three minutes."
As a strong individual who had won many times in the Hell Slaughter Arena, he was confident in his strength and appeared particularly calm when encountering a stranger.
Amon politely said, "Then I'll come back in three minutes."
He exited the house, and several Worms of Time flew out of his palm, forming a faint, ancient, mottled clock phantom.
This didn't have any extraordinary function. Although the "Worm of Time" didn't currently have any time-related skills, its time-related characteristics could still be used for timing.
As the hands turned, time passed by second by second.
Three minutes later, Amon pushed open the door and walked back in. The owner was already dressed neatly and looked refreshed.
He revealed his martial soul, which was a katana.
"Speak, what do you want from me?"
Amon smiled and said, "I want to find a quieter place to live. I heard this place is good."
The owner sized up Amon, and seeing that he looked good, he liked pretty women, but he could also accept pretty men.
So he said with a smile, "Sure, you can live here... you can sleep in my room tonight."
The smile on Amon's face gradually disappeared, and he said softly, "I also want to ask you to die."
The owner didn't hesitate and immediately drew his sword and slashed. He sensed killing intent from Amon.
In the City of Slaughter, killing and being killed don't need too many reasons. Even a look, a careless word, or even stepping out with the left foot first can bring about one's own death.
And if someone shows killing intent towards you, and you can beat him, then don't hesitate, treat him like a brother, and chop him down.
Amon raised his right hand and fired two "Air Bullets."
The owner was indeed a strong individual who had won more than thirty matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena. He brushed aside the "Air Bullets" with two swift slashes, then quickly stepped forward, his sharp blade heading straight for Amon's neck.
The spherical barrier formed by materialized soul power was instantly cut open, but at the same time, sent the owner flying.
Then, continuous "Air Bullets" blocked all his escape routes. Under Amon's precise prediction, an "Air Bullet" pierced his eyeball and exploded in his head.
Amon successfully became the new owner of the house.
The change of ownership of the villa only caused a small disturbance in the surrounding area, then subsided.
After all, this is the City of Slaughter, and no one would be surprised if someone died.
After that, several groups of people boldly attacked Amon, and they were all wiped out.
Through several killings, Amon gained a small reputation in the vicinity, earning the awe of the surrounding residents.
Amon stood on the roof, gazing at the sky above.
On his shoulder rested a crow with a white circle around its eyes. This was what he brought in specifically after parasitizing it, to scout for information.
Amon was still unable to forcibly parasitize others, because in the parasitic state, he was at his weakest. Once the host was hostile to him, they could easily expel the Worm of Time parasitizing their body, or kill it.
In other words, if the host wasn't hostile and didn't resist his parasitism, he could parasitize them.
Amon was best at exploiting various loopholes. Since he couldn't forcibly parasitize, he would find a way to make the host "willing."
His soul power was corrosive, with the mental corruption of "ravings." He could use this mental corruption characteristic to first destroy the spirit of the selected host, forcibly making them not resist, thereby achieving the condition of "willing."
Amon had only recently mastered this method, because before, his level was too low, and the "corruption" characteristic in his soul power wasn't strong enough to achieve it.
It wasn't until recently that Amon's main body's level increased again, and the "corruption" characteristic contained in his soul power was further enhanced, that he turned his past ideas into reality.
However, this method couldn't be used on humans or some other highly intelligent creatures, because even if their spirits were destroyed, they would still retain a relatively strong instinct of resistance.
Crows, baboons, and other common animals that were smart but not too intelligent were the limit that Amon could currently forcibly control.
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