Obtaining a Strange Object, Activating Enchantment

Like a porcelain doll, the Bewitching Eerie's cheek cracked open, the sharp end of the Hammer piercing through her face and embedding itself in her facial bones.

Ji Yan didn't pause for a moment. He pulled out the Spike Hammer and brought it down on the Bewitching Eerie's face again and again.

Blood quickly spread across the floor...

The gruesome sound made the scene look like a murderous maniac was brutally torturing an innocent girl!

He swung a full twenty times before stopping.

Drip.

Warm blood dripped from the Hammer.

Ji Yan panted, enduring the pain and numbness in his right hand.

He looked at the Bewitching Eerie lying on the floor, his expression tense.

Tense—not because he was worried whether the Bewitching Eerie was dead.

The weapon in his hand was just an ordinary tool.

For a supernatural being like her, it wouldn't cause any real damage...

The Hammer, though called a weapon, was actually a prop for the Bewitching Eerie and her prey to "play" with.

The shattered, bloody mess of a head kept emitting scorching white smoke. The Bewitching Eerie slowly stood up, the terrifying wound on her face visibly healing.

Her eyes held an unreadable look as she gazed at Ji Yan. "So this is your big treasure?"

Ji Yan nodded calmly. "Yes."

"How does it feel?"

The Bewitching Eerie lightly wiped the wound on her face with her fingertip. Like a cracked porcelain piece, white smoke continuously seeped from the fissure.

"Gotta say, it's pretty thrilling."

"I actually kind of like this feeling."

"But it's still far from enough."

No sooner had she spoken than the Hammer was already slammed into Rose's face.

It knocked her slender figure to the ground. Ji Yan quickly grabbed a Chainsaw from the table and pressed it down on the Bewitching Eerie. He raised and lowered the Chainsaw, the horrifying roar of the blade mixed with the tearing of flesh and blood, forming a spine-tingling symphony.

No mercy whatsoever!

From the hidden information he'd gathered outside the room, Ji Yan had already guessed.

This Bewitching Eerie had a strong S&M tendency.

And she was on the M side.

Pain made her abnormally excited, stimulating her mental pleasure!

And even the Bewitching Eerie herself hadn't realized this.

She'd frequently indulged in torment, draining her prey, and over time, her spirit had grown numb, harder and harder to satisfy...

No matter how twisted her methods with her prey, it was never enough.

Until now, Ji Yan turning her into the prey, reversing the roles, had opened a new door for her?

This move was bold, and it involved a gamble.

But now, watching her, bloodied and battered, her cheeks flushed with ecstasy, Ji Yan knew.

He'd bet right!

Outside the room, Cheng Fang, who had been anxious and expecting to have to go into battle himself, looked confused.

He pressed himself against the door.

Listening to the horrifying sound of the Chainsaw inside the room, and the Bewitching Eerie's cries—risky yet exhilarated—he thought it was Ji Yan being tortured.

He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"So brutal."

"May this brother have no Bewitching Eerie in his next Dungeon. Rest in peace..."

He even felt a bit grateful to Ji Yan.

If not for him, he'd probably be the one in that room right now.

Listening to the unending roar of the Chainsaw, Cheng Fang turned to find a larger container. He guessed that Ji Yan probably couldn't be carried out of the room intact—he'd have to be picked up piece by piece...

Inside the room, the bloody scene continued.

Ji Yan swung the Chainsaw with all his might, but in less than five minutes, the teeth shattered, the chain snapped, and the Chainsaw was completely wrecked.

He frowned.

So fragile?

Watching the Bewitching Eerie's flushed, burning face still brimming with unsatisfied desire, Ji Yan didn't dare slack off. He quickly fumbled for the scattered tools around him and applied everything he could to her.

He didn't know what tool he'd grabbed, but a panel suddenly popped up in his line of sight.

Code
"Congratulations player! You have obtained the hidden eerie item 'Satan's Execution Tool' and successfully triggered your talent."

"Grade: Rare."

"Details: A twisted serial killer claiming to be Satan once used this to execute 10 innocent women in a row. The killer then vanished, but this tool stained with sinful blood remained."

"Hidden info: Accumulate 10 skull-crushing critical hits on eerie beings to fully activate the eerie item, granting the cursed Soul Burn effect."

An eerie item was a type of equipment attached to a player, with all sorts of varieties—damage, defense, survival, support, and more.

The grades were divided into: Common, Rare, Treasured, Legendary, Epic.

Some high-level eerie items were even more sought-after than talents!

Ji Yan froze.

This F-tier talent could even access hidden info on eerie items?

He looked at the eerie item in his hand—it was a spike hammer. Unlike other tools, it was bone-chillingly cold, unsettling to hold.

This was a murder weapon that had killed ten people!

Hard to imagine how much resentment it carried?

Eerie items could deal true damage to eerie beings, and he worried whether using this might kill the Bewitching Eerie.

Worry aside, his hands didn't hesitate. Just as the Bewitching Eerie was about to snap out of her ecstasy, he swung his arm, mustering all his strength to smash it into that flushed face.

That blow shattered half her skull. From the massive, cracked wound, thick white smoke billowed out, and the Bewitching Eerie let out a pained scream.

Ji Yan's heart skipped a beat. Just as he thought she'd fly into a rage, the shrill scream twisted into a high-pitched, pleasurable moan.

"..."

The corner of Ji Yan's mouth twitched. It seemed he'd still underestimated how twisted this female eerie was. His worries were all unnecessary.

Realizing the eerie item wouldn't kill her and was even highly effective, Ji Yan let loose completely, smashing her again and again.

If ten skull-crushes could activate the enchantment, there was no better target than this one.

She was the perfect grinding dummy!

And so, after more than ten minutes of bloody head-smashing, the floor and corners were completely stained red.

Covered in blood and brain matter, Ji Yan slumped against the wall in exhaustion. The spike hammer in his hand, after "Quenching," had turned a bright, bloody red, successfully activating the enchantment.

Ji Yan's eyes lit up.

Now that he had an eerie item in hand, he at least had some confidence in this dungeon.

He wasn't a pushover anymore.

As for the Bewitching Eerie...

She stood up again. Ji Yan was numb to it.

He'd smashed her head a full 11 times, and the last one came with the Soul Burn effect!

Terrifying black flames directly scorched half her skull. Any other eerie would have been reduced to ashes.

But instead, this Bewitching Eerie reached some kind of spiritual climax from that final enchanted blow, deeply satisfied...

Ji Yan was starting to wonder if this Bewitching Eerie was a boss-level entity in this dungeon.

What normal eerie would use an eerie item as their own need?

Luckily, after 11 consecutive skull-crushes, the Bewitching Eerie's frenzied desire faded...

She shed her tattered clothes and changed into a new set. The flush on her stunning face receded, replaced by a layer of frost, making her a completely different eerie from a minute ago.

She sat down on a chair, crossed her striking long legs, lit a slim cigarette, and casually tossed over a bag.

"What's this?"

"A little extra tip."

"Your service was excellent. I haven't had this much fun in a long time."

The Bewitching Eerie spoke slowly, smoke curling from her lips.

"..."

Ji Yan's expression twisted. Why did he feel like he'd somehow just sold himself?