False Angel
This should have been a sacred moment, but his dark eyes were completely filled with the whites of his eyes.
He had no pupils or color, no eyelids or irises, only long, delicate eyelashes that drooped down from the corners of his eyes, a stark contrast to his holy appearance.
The once pristine white wings on its back were now stained with blood, the edges of the feathers gradually spreading inwards, turning a strange blackish-red.
[What an eerie angel! Oh my god, but he's so handsome!]
Angels really do exist in this world!
Are you all crazy? This is clearly a monster, how could it be an angel? Look how many people it has killed!
[If you don't kill him, he won't kill anyone.]
[What kind of twisted logic is that? The supernatural should be killed.]
[People from Wutong District, come and see what's going on]
[Come and see what's happening in Linxi District]
[Come and see what's going on in Lishui District!]
[Where did you come from? How did you get into our area to stream?]
People will always find a thousand ways to enjoy a spectacle; just ignore them.
[I'm late, can anyone tell me what just happened?]
[This weirdo was mocked on the street for cosplaying an angel and asked to take off his wings. When he refused, two members of the Han Family threatened to cut off his wings and even mocked him on live stream.]
[Then he flapped his wings and sent the two members of the Han Family flying.]
[Seriously? Talking about weird cosplay?]
[Perhaps they didn't realize it was eerie at first?]
[The patterns on those wings look familiar, are they from the organization?]
[You're not faking it, are you?]
The False Angel Lai'er, paid no attention to the live-streaming Weird Object flying above his head, nor did he care about the people beside him pointing various Weird Object weapons at him. He was diligently wiping the blood off his hands.
His large wings flapped slightly with his movements, the sharp tips of the long feathers gently brushing against the blood flowing on the ground, the red streaks spreading upwards along the tail feathers.
He has a slight case of mysophobia; physical contact goes without saying, but the gazes of people make him feel irritated and unbearable.
"Cool!" Lin Nieran he looked at the Vest in the live stream.
Sending him to Han Shang City was undoubtedly the right choice; he even wanted to touch those sacred wings.
It's furry, it must feel nice to touch, right?
The Writer, who was passing by his room for the fourth time, heard this exclamation and thoughtfully returned to his room to carefully examine his face in the mirror.
The Master likes handsome guys.
Is he not handsome enough?
That jerk must have bewitched the leader.
How about we label him with a "ugly" Rules?
The birdman's wings would make a great collectible; I wonder if I could cut them off and hang them on the wall of my room.
Lin Nieran had no idea what terrifying things the Writer, who stayed at home, was thinking. He was watching his rising Fame with great interest and was quite satisfied with this surge.
Despite killing so many people, he has gained considerable Fame, which suggests that many of the people Lai'er killed were disliked.
[Host, Lai'er's abilities are below S-Rank. Won't this be too high-profile and attract hatred?]
Lin Nieran lazily tapped through the live stream comments. "We need to be high-profile, preferably spreading the organization's reputation far and wide. It's already difficult to increase Jiang City's Fame, we can't just keep taking advantage of this one place."
[But what if it attracts other experts?] 007 worried.
"It's alright, we can always come back," Lin Nieran said. "By the way, how's the Doctor's situation? Have they found the person impersonating the organization?"
[Host, can't you see the Doctor yourself?]
Lin Nieran's expression was unusually complicated. Thinking of the Doctor's somewhat morbid controlling nature, he quickly waved his hand. "I don't want to see him."
007 Lehe: [Host, so you're afraid of this kind of person?]
"Stop talking nonsense and go now."
[Oh]
[I asked around, Doctor said these people probably have some kind of psychological illness, a kind of imitation addiction, and he's currently undergoing treatment.]
Lin Nieran looked puzzled. "Isn't he a Doctor? How can he see psychiatrists?"
Physical therapy counts as treatment, right?
"Never mind him, let him do whatever he wants. Someone from Lai'er is here."
Lai'er stood there for a full half hour, and more and more people gathered around to watch, but no one dared to approach.
It wasn't until a woman with deep-set eyes, an aquiline nose, and thin lips walked up that the surrounding crowd seemed to find their anchor and gathered around her.
The woman's face darkened upon seeing the corpses strewn across the ground. She berated the men, "Useless trash! Did you feed all the resources and Weird Object we gave you to the dogs? So many of you couldn't kill a single Class A Weird? Have you been living in comfort for too long and melted your brains along with it?"
"Useless trash, a bunch of useless bastards!"
"Captain Han, this thing is just too powerful. Ten of our squads were wiped out by it." The man guarding the area bowed his head in submission, looking at the woman's toes, and said timidly, "It seems to be very good at group combat; everyone really did their best."
Even without him saying it, Captain Han saw the corpses all over the ground; the scene was truly horrific.
What are its Rules?
"So far, we've only found that the more people surrounding him, the higher his abilities seem to become; otherwise... we haven't discovered anything else."
The woman frowned. "Then why aren't you moving aside?"
"Yes."
The man gestured for everyone gathered to leave, and the crowd breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that they could leave.
Lai'er gradually came to his senses, his dark eyes watching the woman walk towards him step by step. She was taller than most men, with prominent muscles in her arms, and she held two guns in her hands.
Most of the people in Han Shang City use Weird Object, modified firearms, which are more effective against humans than against other monsters.
But the two guns in the woman's hands were clearly different. The gun barrels were about 55 centimeters long, and the barrels were outlined with red flame patterns, with flames licking the muzzles.
This is a beautiful but dangerous submachine gun.
Lai'er recalled that Lin Nieran seemed to have mentioned something about how great it would be to have a strange gun when he was making weapons, so that he would have more inspiration when modifying An Ying's Bamboo Umbrella.
An Ying's umbrella was no longer up to the level of the Weird Worlds he was visiting, but she didn't want to switch to other weapons. She came to him to ask if it could be modified, Lin Nieran refused because he didn't have any suitable Weird Objects on hand.
The Bamboo Umbrella Weird Object True Form B-Rank umbrella and a C-grade gun; without replacement materials, no amount of modification will make it much of a difference.
But these two guns seem to be excellent materials. Their Master will surely appreciate them if we take them back.
"Da da--"
In a single glance, the woman rested the gun's butt on her shoulder, her hands bulging with muscles as she steadily held the gun, unleashing a dense barrage of bullets!
The wings behind Lai'er quickly enveloped him, deflecting all the bullets that rained down upon him, leaving him without a single scratch.
The bullets struck the surrounding buildings, embedding themselves in the walls and creating deep craters.