Between the Downpour

Snap!

Brain matter splattered, skull shattered.

Luo Di swung the cursed knife in his hand before the blade had even fully emerged from its hilt.

Like a hand-held hammer smashing into a man who had just finished vomiting, it smashed his head to pieces, and the knife handle even went into his neck, almost crushing his lungs.

Luo Di wasn't simply killing; he was completely absorbed in the role and his mental energy was highly focused, constantly and efficiently gathering information about the battle.

Observing the broken camera on the bed and the photo that the class monitor had cut open with his hair, he roughly understood the problem with the [Immobilization] ability and also roughly analyzed the two different abilities of the other party.

To be precise, it should be a "calamity" unique to monsters, a calamity directly related to cameras and photographs.

This calamity will not have a profound impact on everyone like the starlight on a former vacation island.

Rather, it is a strange influence that radiates outwards and inwards, based on cameras, or rather, on photographs.

The two capabilities that can be confirmed at present are:

1. "Frontal Filming, the subject opens their eyes and witnesses the shooting process, forming a complete front-facing photo."

This can cause the individual to be frozen in place until the photograph is destroyed. It should be possible to avoid this by closing one's eyes and not looking at the camera.

2. "Unavoidable flash photography, possibly a selfie"

This will cause the scene to refresh, so even if the man is completely destroyed and dead, he can instantly return to his previous state after the flash.

There is currently no solution to this, so it probably doesn't belong to regeneration, but rather to a higher-level ability.

But Luo Di didn't see it as a problem. According to his knowledge, any action would result in energy loss.

If you can't kill him in one try, kill him ten times.

If you can't kill him in ten tries, kill him a hundred times.

Always able to kill...

At least the methods this photographer used were mainly tricks and sneak attacks.

The opponent's physical strength and combat experience did not seem to be strong. Luo Di could easily kill the opponent even before the hilt of his sword was fully formed.

Less than three seconds had passed since they were looking at the corpse on the ground with its head smashed.

Click! After the unavoidable flash of the camera, the body vanished.

A slight smile played on Luo Di's lips beneath the mask; he seemed to be enjoying it all, finding a unique satisfaction in hunting such a novel and unknown powerful prey.

The spine creaked and groaned, and some gray steam began to escape, as if the Old Spine would soon be saturated.

Following the faint Gray Mark, Luo Di left the room and returned to the hotel counter. This time, the man didn't seem to have "reappeared" inside the hotel; he was nowhere to be seen in either of the passageways.

Luo Di first glanced at Agatha, who was almost one with the steel pipe, then looked away and looked at the hotel entrance, seemingly pinpointing the source of the mark.

He held the Hell Hilt, which had not yet been formed, in his right hand.

He held a regular metal knife provided as Movie Prop in his left hand, with strands of painful iron wire wrapped around the blade.

Lift your front foot and kick hard!

Boom!

The heavy door panel was uprooted from the wall, flew out of the hotel, and landed in the muddy front yard area.

The heavy rain has not stopped.

It continues to beat against the earth.

The man who used the flashlight to refresh the screen stood outside, about fifty meters away from the hotel, braving the Between the Downpour.

Not only that,

His previously refined image has also changed.

The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up past his elbows, revealing numerous self-inflicted scars on his forearms.

The glasses on his face were removed, and the camera on his chest was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a pair of eyes that resembled camera lenses.

His spiky hair lost its shape in the rain and fell loose over his shoulders.

Tread!

As I stepped out of the hotel in my size 45 leather shoes, my center of gravity suddenly shifted backward.

Luo Di leaned back slightly, pulled his left arm back completely, and assumed a fully charged throwing posture, locking onto a target about fifty meters away.

Swing throw,

Just like the previous incident where a blade was thrown into the hotel room and instantly killed someone in the head, this time the force was even greater.

Buzz!

The metal knife, wrapped with monastery wire, sliced through the rainwater, reaching the other person's forehead.

Ding~

Two slender, woman-like fingers held the throwing knife firmly, without touching any wire structure; the precision was terrifying.

The photographer didn't even move his body during the downpour; he simply raised his hand naturally to complete the action.

"I originally wanted to show my love to your girlfriend and see what you thought... but it seems I underestimated you two."

Although it can't satisfy my hobby, I can only make it quick.

I'm fed up with this place. I'll kill you and take Wu Wen straight back to this corner. I've already prepared a special sweet little house for her. Although you, her boyfriend, can't personally witness it, you should be able to imagine the scene.

Since I didn't bring my "corner item," I'll have to kill you with my fists, fingers, and nails—it might be a long process.

The voice ended.

The man suddenly took out a photograph from his pocket. It was an old photograph taken a long time ago, with the edges of the photograph curled and faded like withered leaves.

The photo shows a short Little boy in a school uniform with a face that resembles a girl's.

The Little boy stood in the corner, his body bruised and battered by a whip. Around him stood a group of girls in the same school uniform, each holding a whip.

The man looked at the Little boy in the photo with a gloomy expression, and then ate the photo directly.

Following closely behind,

A dark aura emanated from his pores, so much so that the raindrops deviated from their original path and stopped falling on him.

The dark aura transformed into a hideous face in the night space, before receding back into the man's body.

Some kind of physical change began to occur.

Her fingers, which were once as delicate as a woman's, suddenly became thick and calloused.

Bang!

The blade can be crushed with a light touch.

Not only that, his body began to swell, his height increased, and the top two buttons of his shirt popped off.

As his spine lengthened, it also curved forward, causing his upper body to hunch forward and his arms to hang down in front of him.

The eyes, replaced by those of a camera, are wide open, as if ready to be filmed at any moment.

His lips stretched up and down, revealing his gum structure as much as possible, and his white double rows of teeth seemed larger than average, fully exposed and maintaining a smile.

The atmosphere had completely changed.

When Luo Di first saw this man, he simply regarded him as a 'hunter' who had trespassed into his territory. Now, however, the man's status has completely changed, and he can no longer be defined as 'human'.

Instead, it's a [monster].

However, no matter how the opponent changes, it remains within the hunting range.

Luo Di walked down in his size 45 leather shoes, his Old Spine opening to its maximum extent, sending streams of pure nutrition to the hilt of the knife.

Blade construction.

A type containing keywords such as [metal], [chainsaw], [gray tentacles], and [old].

The "base" of the blade is made of metal, forming the shape of a heavy straight knife.

The gray tentacles serve as the chainsaw tracks, attached to the straight blade contour, and driven to rotate by some kind of biological activity.

The serrated edges, resembling Old Spine, are attached to the surface of the tracks. Their extremely high hardness and bone-regenerating properties enable them to withstand combat cutting in various scenarios, and they are especially effective against flesh and blood.

The final Chainsaw Blade was then given an antiquing treatment. The mottled engravings remain on the surface of the blade, making it look like a weapon that has withstood many battles.

The loud noise of the chainsaw drowned out the nearby downpour, perfectly matching Luo Di's current image.

Even the man turned his head slightly when he saw such a weapon, showing a hint of apprehension; it was clearly something that wasn't in the corner.

Meanwhile, Luo Di closed his eyes in advance and used his left hand to slide across his eyelids, making the wire in the torture chamber seal his eyelids tightly like a staple.

In the upcoming battle, he will abandon his vision, avoid being Frontal Filming, and prevent being immobilized.

After closing his vision, Luo Di relied on color to locate himself. He could clearly sense a trace of gray remaining in the opponent's body, and he only needed to slash at the gray area.

The leather shoes moved faster.

Gradually switch from walking to running.

The photographer, too, moved his massive body, approaching in an awkward posture to engage in a direct confrontation.

The class monitor remained perched on Luo Di's shoulder, his head still attached, the nerves in his neck seemingly firmly embedded there.

Those lifeless eyes seemed to be either preparing seriously for battle, or simply watching the fight as a spectator.

Clash!

Under the torrential rain,

Two figures, one in black and one in gray, collided.

As Luo Di's shoulder was ripped apart,

Chainsaw Blade cutting!

With a slash and a cut, he easily severed the opponent's entire arm, and even cut open part of the man's left side, with some internal organs sliding out.

The gray color seeped inwards, and the flesh was severely damaged.

The destructive power of this cursed weapon is beyond imagination.

But the next second,

The man's lens-like eyes blinked.

Click! The sound of a camera shutter.

Even with his eyelids pinned shut, Luo Di could still feel the most direct flash of light.

However, this wasn't a photo being taken; it was a scene refresh! The severed arm and the injuries to the left side of his body completely disappeared, and the man instantly returned to normal.

This refresh rate is faster than before.

A punch landed squarely on Luo Di's stomach, and the sound of ribs breaking and internal organs exploding could be heard.

The immense force sent Luo Di flying, his spitting blood mingling with the rain and soaking the ground.

The man moved his right arm, which had just been severed, savoring the feeling of cutting it off. "Good weapon. It seems that besides collecting your pituitary gland, I can also get a decent weapon from another world... I wonder if it would be comfortable to use this to cut up the bodies of those Girl?"

The photographer didn't stop and immediately followed Luo Di.

He had only taken three steps when a trap buried in the damp soil was activated. Click! The serrated teeth dug deep into his thigh, and the wire began to burrow into his body.

but...

Blink, click!

When the flash ended, there was no one left in the animal trap, and no bloodstains remained.

The man returned to the spot where he had stepped out and easily bypassed it. Looking at the steaming, wire-wrapped animal trap, he parted his white teeth and gently licked the surface of them with his tongue.

"Among the Girl I collect, there are quite a few who are very aggressive like you, but they become completely docile after a few photos are taken."