You're Really Quite Ordinary

"Am I... handsome?"

This question was like a red-hot iron spike, viciously stabbing into the Slit-Mouthed Woman's chaotic core of understanding.

Handsome?

A lowly piece of food she was about to tear to shreds, an ant who had sullied her "beautiful" lips through despicable means, actually used the rules she took pride in to ask her such a question?

This was mockery, ridicule, the ultimate insult—more unbearable to her than death itself!

"Ha... ha... you... want... to... die..."

Broken syllables squeezed out from deep within her frozen throat, every word overflowing with boiling resentment.

Black flames ignited in her hollow eyes, a madness composed entirely of hatred.

Then, a violent force far greater than before erupted from within her. Black resentment, as tangible as ink, swirled and rose around her!

She would pay any price to grind the man before her to dust!

"Oh, that broke you already?" The smile at Qin Feng's lips deepened, carrying the pleasure of tasting a supreme delicacy. "Don't transform so fast, sis. You haven't even taken off all your makeup yet. Look, you used too much force and the stitches on your face burst open. It's genuinely painful for anyone with OCD to look at."

Though he sounded as if he were merely taunting her, every muscle in his body had already tightened to the limit, cold sweat soaking his back.

He hefted the massive scissors in his hand, feeling their cold, heavy metallic weight.

The instant the scissors entered his grasp, another line of small golden text appeared on the system panel.

[Highlight Notice: The target's resentment core is burning. It is about to forcibly break through the restraints of its rules and launch indiscriminate attacks. Host, execute cleansing immediately. Attack its heart to deliver a fatal blow!]

[Support function activated: Calculating the optimal attack route and locking onto the target's weakness!]

"Indiscriminate attacks? That won't do. It'd be such a shame if the flowers and grass around here got damaged."

Qin Feng murmured softly, madness and calm intertwining in his eyes into a strange charm.

At the instant the black mist around the Slit-Mouthed Woman condensed to its peak, just as she was about to pounce—Qin Feng moved!

Rather than retreat, he boldly stepped forward into that nauseatingly foul wind.

Fast! Fast beyond all limits!

At this moment, he was no longer an ordinary college student.

Guided by the system's [Optimal Attack Route], his body seemed to have been taken over by an absolutely rational instinct.

He planted his feet, dropped his shoulder, twisted his waist, and thrust the scissors!

Every movement was as precise as if measured with a ruler.

The massive scissors in his hand held no flashy tricks. They became a cold line that tore through the air, piercing with precision, speed, and utter decisiveness toward the Slit-Mouthed Woman's chest, wrapped in resentment!

"Pfft—!"

The sound of the blade entering flesh was dull enough to make one's teeth ache.

Time seemed to have been slowed down at this very moment.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman's charging motion came to an abrupt halt. She lowered her head in disbelief and looked at the scissors that should have belonged to her, now deeply piercing through her body.

The boiling black mist around her was like a punctured balloon. It let out an unwilling wail before instantly dispersing.

She raised her head. The eyes that had burned with fury now held only confusion and rapidly fading resentment.

She did not understand.

Why? Why had her rules been broken?

Why had her power been suppressed by a strange metal can?

Why... would she die at the hands of such a weak human?

"Can't figure it out?" Qin Feng seemed to see through her thoughts. He gently twisted the wrist holding the scissors, and a shredding force completely pulverized her resentment core.

The agony left the Slit-Mouthed Woman unable to make any sound. She could only glare at him with all her might.

Qin Feng slowly leaned close to her ear and, in a voice only the two of them could hear, softly revealed the final answer and delivered the most vicious judgment:

"Because you're... really quite ordinary-looking."

As the words fell, the Slit-Mouthed Woman's body shuddered violently.

Her final psychological pillar was utterly shattered by that sentence.

Then, like a weathered sand sculpture, she began crumbling from her fingertips, piece by piece, turning into black motes of light that danced through the air before finally vanishing into nothingness.

"Clang!"

The massive scissors fell out of thin air and crashed onto the ground with a piercing sound.

Only then did the boundless fear and exhaustion surge over him like a tsunami. Qin Feng's trembling legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor.

His chest heaved violently like a broken bellows as he gulped down the damp, frigid air, his stomach churning.

Thrilling.

Fucking thrilling! The dizzying sensation of surviving a disaster and the twisted thrill of personally ending a monster intertwined wildly in his mind.

Just then, the mechanical voice in his mind sounded again.

[Sin Cleansing Successful!]

[Target: Slit-Mouthed Woman (E-rank)]

[Sin Points: 20]

[Cleansing Rating: S (Perfect counterkill, core rule shattered, triple mental critical hit)]

[Double reward triggered. Calculating rewards...]

[Final Cleansing Points obtained: 40.]

[Extracting target core concept... Extraction successful!]

[Legendary Armament obtained: Scissors of Truth]

The succession of notification sounds was like heavenly music.

Before Qin Feng could examine them closely, the heavy, rusted scissors on the ground suddenly transformed into a streak of light and entered his right arm.

A burning sensation spread through him. He hurriedly rolled up his sleeve and saw a lifelike scissors tattoo on his right arm.

It was entirely black, with ancient lines, as if it had been born there.

With a thought, the tattoo turned into a mass of black light and reformed into the half-meter-long massive scissors in his hand.

With another thought, it returned to his arm.

[Legendary Armament: Scissors of Truth]

[Type: Conceptual Armament]

[Ability: Sever falsehood and reach truth directly. Can deal true damage to spirit bodies, illusions, and rule barriers.]

[Current Level: E (Can grow)]

[Note: "Is what you see truly real?"]

"Good stuff!" Qin Feng's eyes lit up.

Immediately afterward, he focused his attention on the system panel.

An interface resembling a game shop slowly unfolded.

[Sin Cleansing Mall]

Three major sections were displayed side by side.

[Legendary Armament]: Scissors of Truth, E-rank

[Origin Enhancement]: [None] (Currently available for exchange: Spirit Touch Realm, costs 10 Cleansing Points)

[Forbidden Dao Arts]: (Currently available for exchange: Exorcism Talisman, Heart-Calming Incantation, Introduction to Golden Light Incantation...)

The system thoughtfully placed the exchangeable items at the front.

Without hesitation, Qin Feng selected [Origin Enhancement]. No external object, no matter how powerful, was as dependable as becoming stronger himself.

[Exchange: Origin Enhancement—Spirit Touch Realm]

[Cleansing Points consumed: 10]

[Confirm exchange?]

"Confirm!"

[Exchange successful. Remaining Cleansing Points: 30.]

[Origin Enhancement in progress...]

A warm current appeared from nowhere and instantly spread from his heart to every limb and bone. The sensation was even more refreshing than drinking an iced cola during the hottest days of summer, as though his drought-stricken body had been immersed in a spring of life. Every cell greedily absorbed this energy, cheering with joy.

The nerves that had been taut from fear and battle completely relaxed. The exhaustion and soreness in his body vanished, and he even felt his strength and reflexes improve by an almost imperceptible amount.

An even more wondrous change came from his perception.

The instant the enhancement was complete, the world in Qin Feng's eyes completely changed.

Air was no longer merely air.

Qin Feng could clearly "sense" traces of cold, venomous energy lingering in this hospital room—the remnants left behind after the Slit-Mouthed Woman vanished.

And beyond the corridor, deeper negative emotions mixed with pain and despair clung to the walls and floor like invisible, frigid dust, silently recounting the unbearable past of this abandoned hospital.

[Spiritual Sense level increased: Spirit Touch Realm (Initial Stage)]

Qin Feng slowly spread open his palm, as if he could grasp the invisible negative "dust" in the air. An unprecedented sense of powerful control filled his body and mind.

He could not help murmuring, his voice filled with incredulous shock. "So this is... the world of the supernatural..."

Although he desperately wanted to immerse himself in thought and study this miraculous system from top to bottom, the sinister atmosphere of this abandoned hospital made his entire body uncomfortable.

This was not a place to linger.

Qin Feng no longer hesitated. He quickly left the hospital, mounted his beloved little electric scooter, and vanished into the night like a streak of black lightning.

Less than a minute after he left.

A black military jeep with sharp, angular lines roared to a stop. With a beautiful drift, it stopped precisely before the main entrance of the Fourth Psychiatric Hospital.

The door swung open, and a tall woman in black combat gear leaped out. She lifted her head, her sharp gaze like that of a hawk as she stared directly into the dark entrance of the abandoned hospital.