[You Are Now 10% Immortal.]
[Absorb More Cores To Reach The Second Equivalent!]
Fèi Míng stood just inside the doorway of the enclosed worship hall, his eyes drifting down to the weapon gripped loosely in his right hand.
[You are currently using the Sword of Justice.]
[Tier: S]
[Durability: 1000]
[Special skill: Duplication]
[Duplication Limit: 50]
[Please Treat 'The Sword of Justice' Well!]
The blade gleamed under the dim lantern light.
He hadn't taken a good look at the sword since he won it as a prize, but now… seeing it clearly, it looked like something straight out of historical books. 'This isn't exactly a sword. Looks like the 'Guan Yu's' blade.'
The long weapon with a straight wooden shaft ending in a broad, curved, thick blade.
He tilted it to the side, unbothered about the crimson blood dripping to the wooden floor.
The other side of the blade was single-edged, tapering to a sharp point, a short hook jut from the back near the base.
Across the hall, the robust, bearded man at the front threw a ceramic plate at him.
He dodged it, clearly unimpressed, yet irritated.
The fat man's veins bulged at his temples as he jabbed a thick finger toward Fèi Míng.
"You filthy dog!" he bellowed, spit flying. "Who the fuck do you think you are, barging in here covered in blood of a sinner?! Guards!"
But when the man took a second glance at him, he immediately cowered in fear.
"A-aren't you— you're the 'one' that Wrath speaks of! This fucking bastard is the—!"
—Fèi Míng raised the Sword of Justice.
The blade tore free from his grip and hurtled across the room in a perfect, whistling arc.
BANG!
…
Crunch.
The jagged edge sliced the fat man's thick neck.
He let out a loud, choking, coughing sound.
The blade pierced deeper, ripping his throat sideways, and eventually, all that was left was the single thread of flesh attached to his head, dangling and preventing it from falling to the ground.
Blood sprayed messily onto the ground before the decapitated head hit the floor and rolled under a bench.
The body stood stupidly for another second then buckled forward, collapsing into the row of kneeling worshipers.
A cacophony of screams erupted.
"AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
People scrambled. Some tried to run for the doors, stumbling over each other.
'Oh,' Fèi Míng thought.
"They are just fucking useless worshippers."
With a flick of his wrist, the Sword of Justice reversed its direction, and plunged back toward the crowd.
It sliced through a woman's shoulder, severing her arm at the joint.
She stared at the stump in shock before the blade whipped around again and ripped her stomach open in a long, grinning line.
Stepping forward slowly, a system notification screen appeared.
[Do You Wish To Use The Special Skill, 'Duplication'?]
The sword floated around him.
'I might as well test and learn my new length. Yes.'
Ding!
[You Have Activated The Skill: Duplication.]
The blade vibrated and multiplied in the air.
The worshipers shrieked at the sight.
But to him… this was as beautiful as it could get. A total of 20 swords floating in the air.
Suddenly, a young man in finer robes stumbled forward, hands raised. He held a small pouch of coins already spilling from his trembling fingers.
"Please—take it! All of it! Gold, silver—anything you want—D-do you want a 'Dream?' A 'Favour' from our god?! Wealth?" The man shakily pointed to himself.
"I-i-i can give you anything you WANT. You can kill the rest! Spare mine! I'll buy you!"
Fèi Míng inclined his head.
"Why should I?" he replied. "All this shit is vanity."
All the floating blades pointed downwards much to their dismay. They were like daggers in the air, illuminating and casting a shadow over everyone's faces.
"Down."
Every single one fell with great force, killing and mutilating everyone.
—
A small, satisfied smile tugged at Fateless' mouth.
The thrill hummed quietly under his skin as he turned and stepped over the bodies.
"This should be enough for the cosmic slug." The front door creaked open under his palm.
Licking the corner of his lips to catch a slipping whitish liquid, his system notification screen popped open.
[Total Cores Absorbed: 22!]
[Absorb More Cores To Reach The Second Equivalent!]
But one question lingered in his mind.
'Just how much worth does the 10% immortality weigh? Would I get physically stronger? Logically weaker or emotionally weakened?'
'What Keres said about 'pulling buildings'... Do I have the strength to do that?'
'Just how much can I do? What is my capacity now? Still, I need to get stronger so I deal with this bounty bullshit.'
Outside, the night air felt cool against the warm blood coating his face and clothes.
He walked around to the back of the building without looking back.
The orange kitten was there, exactly where he'd left it—crouched low over a bright, multicolored toy mouse, batting at the little bell inside with his tiny paws.
He froze when he sensed Fèi Míng, his ears flicking up as he looked at him with his developing amber eyes.
The kitten tilted his head, then trotted over and rubbed against his bloodied calf, purring. "The toy was… fun!" he said. "But… I… am hungry. Give food."
Crouching, he scooped his kitten up by the scruff. The toy mouse dangled from his mouth for a second before dropping it.
"Why do you stink?" the orange kitten asked.
"You still don't have a name, kitty."
Then the ball of fur looked down at Fei Ming's bloody sword. "Whaaazat?"
"A polearm hybrid blade. Even though it's a blade, it's called the 'Sword of Justice' for no reason."
Funny how, there was nothing justified about this.
"Name me that. Justice!" The kitten squirmed around. "Justice… justice… Me! Justice!"
Fèi Míng tucked the kitten against his chest.
"Meeeoooww. Let go of me," he murmured.
Fei Ming reluctantly nodded. "Fine… Justice. Stop poking me with your nails… Don't bite me either."
Justice meowed in satisfaction and settled in. "Justice! Me! Justice." Then he gazed up at Fateless. "Why u covered... in red... blood?"
'Hmm? He's just noticing now?' Still, Fateless replied: "To get food and more toys for you, Justice."
Justice slowly nodded, trying to find sense in his owner's response. "Ohh. Okay... I'm still hungry, too. Feed me."
"Sure, I will." Fateless jumped on top of a building. Now viewing the beautiful night view of the brothel 'dynasty.'
'What a nice view.'