Dog-Slaying Blade
[Ye Fan: By the way, when will the world rankings be released? When will everyone be able to look up to my glory at any time?]
[+1, I also want the world rankings; leveling up skills by grinding monsters is just too slow.]
[+1]
When will the servers merge? I'm the only professional player in my server, it's really lagging behind.
[Is it possible that most areas actually don't have professionals, and that the areas currently having professionals are among the most advanced in the world...?]
[Indeed, the Trial Instance is too overpowered; quite a few people went crazy after completing it.]
[Who are you implying? Are you saying I'm crazy? Hahaha, I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy! It's the world that's crazy!]
[There were indeed quite a few who went mad.]
After checking the information on the World Channel, Su Luo began to control the Laboratory's descent.
The target is the Sanctuary whose door could never be opened before. Song Shige's message has arrived, the Survival Coin transaction is complete, and the Laboratory's "inventory" has accumulated another batch of monster remains and useless loot that need to be disposed of.
At the same time, Han Song was carefully inspecting the equipment under the dim light of an oil lamp when, just as he was about to leave, a strange feeling enveloped his entire body.
It was not sound, not babbling, but light.
He instinctively looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.
The Sanctuary... is it flying?
It was an incomprehensible metallic construct, defying all logic, hovering above his head. Hundreds of incandescent fireballs surrounded it like a loyal guard, illuminating the entire area as if it were daytime.
"This... this is Chairman Song's Sanctuary? A level six Sanctuary fly?" Han Song muttered to himself, his mind blank at this sight beyond his comprehension.
A large pile of charred and twisted monster corpses was poured down by an invisible force, precisely piling up on the open ground of his small courtyard with a dull thud.
Immediately afterwards, a gentle yet irresistible breeze enveloped his body Han Song had no time to react before his feet left the ground, and he was steadily lifted up by the breeze and flown into the sky.
Han Song couldn't break free at all, nor did he dare to. He could only watch as the strange building grew larger and larger in his eyes.
Damn, what's the difference between this and the immortals in ancient Legendary? Is this some kind of Fortuitous Opportunity?
Han Song was so nervous that only one part of his body remained still.
"Do not be nervous."
A calm and rational male voice rang out, as if possessing some kind of charm, instantly calming Han Song down and putting him at ease.
A young man in a long robe sat calmly at the table, his gaze falling indifferently on him.
He held a specially made pen with a luminous tip, writing something on a piece of paper that was laid out and covered with intricate Runes and diagrams.
His gaze was calm as still water, as if it could see through all appearances and see straight to the Essence.
The moment Han Song was swept by his gaze, he felt as if he had been seen through from the front entrance to the back entrance, with no secrets left to hide.
"Han Song, right?"
"Yes." Han Song stood still.
"Please sit down."
A stone chair appeared before him as if it had materialized out of thin air.
Han Song sat down stiffly, half of his buttocks touching the chair, his back ramrod straight, and his hands neatly placed on his knees before daring to look at the person opposite Han Song.
She looks familiar... Is this... Su Luo?
"I asked you to handle the monster corpse before, and you did a great job. Would you be interested in doing it again?"
Su Luo glanced at the information and statistical table of the person opposite her.
The data is clear, the entries are well-organized, there is no redundancy or manipulation, it's very good.
"The rules remain the same: you get 5% of the reward for disposing of the corpse. Also, there are some materials and items here that I don't need. Please dispose of them for me, convert them into Survival Coins, and give them directly to the Mutual Aid Association's Resource Department."
Dispose of all the monsters killed and treasure chests dropped along the way, converting them all into materials so that Su Luo can continue to modify the Laboratory.
"This is troublesome."
"No trouble at all," Han Song replied quickly, snapping out of his daze.
"Go ahead, the corpses and materials are piled up in your yard."
Han Song hadn't even warmed his seat when he stood up again, nodded stiffly, turned around, walked to the door, then turned back and pulled out an animal hide.
"Master Su! I've admired you for so long! Can I get your autograph?"
Su Luo found it somewhat amusing; this was the first time she had encountered such a scene.
I casually added a signature with Fire Element.
"Alright."
A gentle breeze rose again, softly lifting Han Song and carrying him out of the Laboratory.
This guy is quite interesting; I just don't know why he had a porcelain bottle hidden in his crotch. Maybe it's some kind of special prop.
Han Song landed back on the ground, watched the Laboratory leave, and slowly sank into the darkness.
"This is a big shot's signature; it could be sold later... But never mind, I should think about how to upgrade it..."
Han Song quietly adjusted the Disordered Trajectories, feeling a tightness in his skin.
Song Shige slowly lowered his hand, and the blood on his Zhanmadao evaporated and dissipated amidst the swirling dark red energy, as if purifying the lives that had been severed along with it.
"Chairman Song, I didn't do anything wrong. At its core, an organization is just an exchange of interests and relationships."
The stench of blood and fear mingled together; people huddled in a corner, and a dozen or so corpses lay on the ground.
In this deathly silence, a headless body staggered to its feet, cradling its severed head in its hands, clearly employing some kind of life-saving Talent.
The voice from the skull carried a seductive tone, as if stating an age-old Truth:
"If you can't even tolerate this little bit of sand, and you want to cut off all human relationships, this organization will fall apart sooner or later."
The clash of swords resumed.
Dark red energy swept through like karmic fire, turning the head and body into a bloody mist.
Song Shige remained silent throughout.
Those who are stuck in the old-fashioned mindset might do well in other regions or their hometowns, but they've made a mistake.
The strongest member of the Mutual Aid Association, Song Shige, would not allow it.
Collusion and scheming are not allowed, nor is the corrupt practice of one generation succeeding another.
He has the ability to put his ideas into practice.
He wanted this organization to move forward steadfastly in that direction.
When absolute power is in the hands of those who uphold their beliefs, it becomes the most effective tool for cleansing away impurities.
This is the truest law of the Land of Darkness, the cruelty and purity of the ecosystem of the strong.
Number One, who had been observing the entire process quietly, nodded slightly.
From this moment on, Song Shige became the president of the Mutual Aid Association.