You're Really Quite Ordinary

"Do I... look handsome?"

This question, like a red-hot iron poker, ruthlessly plunged into the Slit-Mouthed Woman's chaotic cognitive core.

Handsome?

A lowly creature about to be torn to shreds by her, an ant who had defiled her "beautiful" lips with despicable means, was now using her own proud rules to ask her such a question?

This was mockery, ridicule, the ultimate insult more unbearable than death!

"H...h...you...want...to...die..."

Stuttering syllables squeezed from the depths of her frozen throat, each word filled with boiling resentment.

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

Then, a surge of power far exceeding anything before erupted from her body. Black resentment, like tangible ink, swirled and rose around her!

She would, at all costs, grind this man before her into dust!

"Yo, already losing it?" Qin Feng's smile widened, a pleasure akin to savoring the finest delicacy. "Don't rush to transform, Big Sister, your makeup isn't completely off yet. See, when you exert yourself, the stitches on your face are coming undone. It's really unbearable for someone with OCD."

Though he spoke casually, his muscles were tensed to the absolute limit, cold sweat soaking his back.

He hefted the giant scissors in his hand, feeling their cold, heavy metallic texture.

The moment the scissors entered his grasp, a small golden line of text popped up on the system panel again.

[Highlight Notification: The target's core of resentment is burning, about to forcibly break through rule restrictions and launch indiscriminate attacks. Host, please immediately execute cleansing, attacking the heart position, which can inflict a fatal blow!]

[Auxiliary Function Activated: Optimal attack path planned for you, target's weakness locked!]

"Indiscriminate attack? That won't do, it would be bad to damage the flowers and grass here."

Qin Feng murmured softly, a strange charm woven from madness and calmness in his eyes.

The instant the black energy around the Slit-Mouthed Woman condensed to its peak, the moment she was about to pounce—Qin Feng moved!

He didn't retreat. Instead, he took a step forward, facing the nauseating stench.

Fast! Extremely fast!

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

Guided by the system's [Optimal Attack Path], his body seemed to be taken over by an absolute, rational instinct.

Lunge, drop shoulder, twist waist, strike!

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

The giant scissors in his hand, without any flourish, transformed into an ice-cold straight line tearing through the air, piercing precisely, swiftly, and without hesitation into the Slit-Mouthed Woman's resentment-shrouded chest!

"Squelch--!"

The sound of blade entering flesh was dull and bone-chillingly unpleasant.

Time seemed to press the slow-motion button.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman's forward momentum abruptly stopped. She looked down in disbelief, watching the scissors that should have belonged to her now deeply impaled through her body.

The boiling black energy around her, like a popped balloon, let out a mournful cry of unwillingness and instantly dissipated.

She raised her head, her eyes that had been burning with rage now held only confusion and rapidly fading malice.

She didn't understand.

Why? Why was her rule broken?

Why was her power suppressed by a strange metal can?

Why... was she dying at the hands of such a weak human?

"Can't figure it out?" Qin Feng seemed to read her thoughts. He lightly twisted his wrist holding the scissors, and a crushing force completely shattered her core of resentment.

The searing pain rendered the Slit-Mouthed Woman speechless; she could only glare at him.

Qin Feng slowly leaned close to her ear, his voice a whisper only they could hear, revealing the final mystery and delivering the most vicious judgment:

"Because you really... just looked incredibly average."

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

Her final pillar of spiritual support was utterly shattered by that sentence.

Then, like a sand sculpture weathered by the wind, she began to crumble from her fingertips, inch by inch, turning into a sky full of dancing black light spots, finally vanishing into nothingness.

"Clang!"

The giant scissors dropped from the air, hitting the ground with a piercing sound.

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

His chest heaved violently, like a worn-out bellows, as he greedily inhaled the damp, cold air, his stomach churning.

Thrilling.

It was damn thrilling! The dizziness of surviving a near-death experience and the twisted pleasure of personally ending a monster intertwined madly in his mind.

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

[Sin Cleansing Successful!]

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

[Sin Points: 20]

[Cleansing Rating: S (Perfect Counter-Kill, Core Rule Broken, Triple Mental Critical)]

[Double Reward Triggered, Calculating Rewards...]

[Final Cleansing Points Obtained: 40 points.]

[Extracting Target's Core Concept... Extraction Successful!]

[Obtained Legendary Armament: Scissors of Truth]

A series of system prompts chimed like heavenly music.

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

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

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

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

With another thought, it retreated back into his arm.

[Legendary Armament: Scissors of Truth]
[Category: Conceptual Armament]
[Ability: Sever illusions, reach true reality. Can deal true damage to spirits, illusions, and rule-based barriers.]
[Current Level: E (Growable)]
[Note: "Is what you see real?"]

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

Next, he focused his attention on the system panel.

An interface resembling a game mall slowly unfolded.

[Sin Cleansing Mall]

Three major modules were displayed side-by-side.

[Legendary Armament]: Scissors of Truth (E-Class)
[Origin Enhancement]: [None] (Currently Exchangeable: Spirit Touch Realm, Cost: 10 Cleansing Points)
[Forbidden Dao Arts]: (Currently Exchangeable: Exorcism Talisman, Heart-Clearing Incantation, Introduction to Golden Light Incantation...)

The system helpfully placed the exchangeable items at the front.

Qin Feng unhesitatingly chose [Origin Enhancement]. External power, no matter how strong, was not as reliable as personal strength.

[Exchange: Origin Enhancement - Spirit Touch Realm]
[Cost: 10 Cleansing Points]
[Confirm Exchange?]

"Confirm!"

[Exchange Successful, Remaining Cleansing Points: 30 points.]
[Performing Origin Enhancement...]

A warm current appeared out of nowhere, surging from his heart to every limb and bone. The sensation was far more refreshing than drinking an ice-cold cola on a scorching summer day. It was like his parched body was soaking in a spring of life, every cell greedily absorbing this energy and rejoicing.

The tension in his nerves, previously taut from fear and combat, completely relaxed. The fatigue and soreness in his body vanished. He even felt a subtle increase in his strength and reaction time.

A more wondrous change occurred in his perception.

The moment the enhancement was complete, the world in Qin Feng's eyes completely transformed.

The air was no longer just air.

Qin Feng could clearly "feel" traces of a chilling, malevolent aura lingering in the hospital room, remnants left by the Slit-Mouthed Woman's dissipation.

And outside the corridor, deeper negative emotions, mixed with pain and despair, clung to the walls and floor like invisible, cold dust, silently recounting the abandoned hospital's grim past.

[Spiritual Sense Level Increased: Spirit Touch Realm (Initial)]

Qin Feng slowly opened 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 couldn't help but murmur to himself, his voice filled with disbelief and shock, "So, this is the world of the extraordinary..."

Although he longed to immerse himself and thoroughly study this magical system, the eerie atmosphere of the abandoned hospital made him uneasy.

This place was not meant for lingering.

Qin Feng no longer hesitated. He quickly walked out of the hospital and rode his beloved electric scooter, disappearing into the night like a black lightning bolt.

Less than a minute after he left.

A sharp-angled black military jeep roared to a stop, executing a perfect drift to halt precisely at the main entrance of the Fourth Psychiatric Hospital.

The car door opened, and a tall woman in a black combat uniform leaped out. She raised her head, her sharp gaze like a falcon's, fixed on the dark entrance of the abandoned hospital.