"Choice B."
Bai Cangshu's logic in choosing rewards was actually very simple. This Drop Card came from someone with too few kill points, so the rewards were generally low in value.
The only one that held its value—and was the most practical—was the attribute point reward from C.
Among the remaining options, there were simply too few item rewards to choose from, and the other party had not displayed anything particularly special. Bai Cangshu felt that rather than digging through trash, he might as well take a specialization. Even if it was not something he urgently needed, it would still be somewhat useful.
The result was not bad. He received Footwork Specialization.
Bai Cangshu felt his muscles twitch as his strength increased once more. This feeling of rapid improvement truly carried an intoxicating, addictive quality.
Bai Cangshu felt that perhaps Sin Karma Reincarnators needed no additional stimulation at all to gradually walk down a fated path: constantly hunting Reincarnators to strengthen themselves, making enemies, then continuing to slaughter.
And sooner or later, one day, they would be killed by some Reincarnator—or group of Reincarnators—bringing their sinful lives to an end.
"Sin Karma Reincarnator... that really is a fitting name."
At that moment, Bai Cangshu recalled the rumors about the Black King Society that the professor had conveyed to him at the end. Clearly, the man had been tactfully warning him that unrestricted slaughter would bring murderous disaster upon him in the Space.
Bai Cangshu sat atop the train, with a silver full moon hanging high overhead.
I've really been underestimated. I've always been a law-abiding good citizen who resists temptation.
The night wind was fierce, whipping Bai Cangshu's loose hair wildly in every direction. Beneath the moonlight, his face brimmed with a certain excitement.
He could already see the increasing