Hassan, an organization comprised entirely of assassins.
She isn't a single person, but a title passed down through generations.
Originally known as the Old Man of the Mountain, each generation has a Hassan. It's said there have been nineteen generations so far, and they wear skull masks, moving through the world and causing countless deaths.
In the end, all of them died by the sword of the first Hassan.
Although there are several Hassans here – male, female, strong, short – they are actually all fragments split from one individual.
Hassan of the Hundred Faces, a truly schizophrenic individual. While others' schizophrenia might manifest differently, hers allows her to split into multiple selves, each with independent thought. This is truly an amazing skill for making money!
One person could earn as much as a hundred people in a single day, getting rich in no time.
From a distance, Mo Shuying saw this group of Hassans carrying a sack. From its shape, it was clear there was a person inside. He didn't need to think twice; it had to be Nitocris, the ancient Egyptian magic queen.
If you were to ask Mo Shuying why he was so certain, it's because he knew the plot. While he couldn't recall every small detail, he remembered the major plot developments.
Just as Mo Shuying was hesitating whether to intervene, and how to make a grand entrance,
"Who's there?!"
Suddenly! A female Hassan threw two daggers towards Mo Shuying!
"Hm?"
Mo Shuying casually deflected the daggers, then revealed himself, looking at the Hassan before him with some surprise. He asked curiously,
"How did you find me? Can it be that my Presence Concealment is so easily seen through by true assassins like yourselves?"
Mo Shuying was unconvinced. His Presence Concealment was quite advanced.
The female Hassan drew two more daggers, taking an attacking stance, and scoffed.
"Hmph, your Presence Concealment is quite good; we didn't notice you. But did you forget this is a desert?"
"Hm?"
Mo Shuying paused, then understood.
He lifted his foot and looked at the footprints beneath him, a wry smile appearing on his face.
He had forgotten about that part—the footprints!
"I see. Thank you for the lesson."
Mo Shuying clasped his hands. She had truly reminded him.
"Hmph! Are you mocking us?! You're asking for death!"
With that, the female Hassan charged forward. Behind her, a strong and a thin Hassan also attacked from the left and right.
Mo Shuying smiled again at this sight. He simply raised both hands, appearing full of openings. The moment the three approached! He pulled them left and right!
*"Crushing Hand Splitter!"*
*"Boom!"*
"What?!"
The three Hassans felt as if the air around them was instantly sucked dry, and their bodies were involuntarily dragged towards Mo Shuying! And because Mo Shuying had grabbed people on both sides, just as they closed in, preparing to counterattack, a dizzying force struck their brains, shutting them down completely!
Though the stun lasted only for a moment, it was enough.
The instant the female Hassan recovered, a fist was already in front of her.
*"Thwack!"*
With one punch, the female Hassan spun seven or eight times before falling to the ground, her body contorted.
As for the other two Hassan fragments, they had already dissipated a step before her.
"..."
Finally, only the main body, Hassan of the Hundred Faces, remained, displaying abdominal muscles. Seeing her fragments unable to withstand even a single punch, Hassan of the Hundred Faces understood. If she didn't run now, was she just going to stay here and get beaten?
So, she dropped the sack and turned to flee, vanishing into the sandstorm in the blink of an eye.
"This guy… he runs fast, as if I'm some kind of monster."
Mo Shuying was speechless. He could actually tell which was a fragment and which was the main body. In this Singularity, the Hassans were quite good; he could try to befriend them.
But, to be fair, they were the ones who attacked first!
Mo Shuying walked over to the sack and nudged it with his foot.
"Mmm~"
My goodness, it's so soft! What is this?
Mo Shuying paused, then instinctively nudged it again, before realizing! Could this be—!
"Argh!!"
Suddenly, a scream erupted from inside the sack! A surge of Mana burst forth! Mo Shuying immediately retreated, dodging a sudden appearance of ghostly blue flames. Then he saw a dark-skinned beautiful girl rise from the flames, her hands covering her chest, glaring furiously at Mo Shuying!
"Uh, I can explain."
Mo Shuying looked awkward. He now understood what he had just stepped on. He was about to try and talk his way out of it.
"Silence!"
A furious roar! Immediately followed by a series of roars from not far away! Then came the chaotic flapping of wings.
Mo Shuying guessed that the Sphinxes had been mobilized. Just as he was about to retreat, he was suddenly enveloped by an eerie blue flame. Nitocris extended a hand, activating Magecraft. As a child of the sky god, she could not only use numerous ancient Egyptian necromantic Magecraft spells but also possessed highly proficient High-Speed Divine Words, allowing her to cast any spell in mere seconds.
And with that delay…
*Boom boom boom boom boom!*
One Sphinx after another descended, surrounding Mo Shuying. Clearly, these Sphinxes had answered Nitocris's call.
"You insolent wretch! This Queen was merely resting in the pyramid, and you dared to abduct me! And, and!"
Nitocris herself couldn't continue, her face flushed with shame and anger, finally erupting in a furious shout!
"Ahhh! Just die already! Mirror of the Underworld!"
Nitocris was truly enraged, actually releasing her Noble Phantasm at this moment!
A massive black ring appeared above her head, and a dog-headed figure, representing the sky god, floated out from within. Behind the dog-headed figure's head was a round mirror.
"…"
Mo Shuying was speechless. A woman in a rage truly wouldn't listen to any explanation. It was just…
Looking at the muscular dog-headed man, Mo Shuying couldn't help but recall a piece of music, and his mind was instantly filled with images of a certain muscular dog-headed man gyrating.
"Ugh!"
It was too much to bear. Mo Shuying couldn't help but retch.
Nitocris froze for a moment, then exploded with anger on the spot!
"Die!"
*Boom!*
A pillar of flame suddenly surged from the round mirror! Charging forward with the roar of a death god!
Mo Shuying quickly suppressed his retching, then his eyes widened!
*Whoosh!*
Mo Shuying used Flash to appear behind Nitocris, grabbing her by the neck.
Logically, people who lived in desert climates all year round should have rough skin, but Nitocris was different; her skin was even smoother than silk.
"Enough! Don't misunderstand. I am your savior. I didn't abduct you from the pyramid. On the contrary, I repelled the assassin who abducted you. The situation just now was also a misunderstanding. I just wanted to test what was in the sack."
Mo Shuying shouted, gripping Nitocris's neck. Nitocris was stunned, her eyes still disbelieving, but since she was now under Mo Shuying's control, she couldn't make another move.
Just then…
"Cough, cough… Well, I can attest that this gentleman just drove away a few assassins. He really is the one who saved you."
Mo Shuying and Nitocris looked over to see a silver-haired man standing there, his expression a bit awkward.
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