"I think you should give your new skill a name." After discussing their guesses about the red-haired Vivian, Hao Ren looked at the real Vivian and said.
"A name?" The Vampire girl lowered her head and looked at her hands. Hao Ren's suggestion did seem reasonable. "Hmm... I suppose this move really should have a name. It looks pretty powerful, after all. How about Finger of Wither?"
Finger of Wither: deals 99,999 true damage to the target and the target's eighteenth-generation ancestors, killing them and burying them all together—Hao Ren immediately felt that the name was incredibly apt, and rather badass. He looked at Vivian in surprise. "I didn't expect you to be so low-key normally, yet give your techniques such imposing names."
"You think everyone's naming ability is as terrible as yours?" Vivian rolled her eyes. "Besides, I don't think it's badass at all. It's just stating the facts. Big guy has Finger of Death, too. I asked him about it, and he said he named it that way to show that whoever it poked would die. He never even thought about whether the name sounded imposing..."
Thus, Hao Ren gained a profound understanding of how a peerless powerhouse thought.
The two of them returned to the living room, but Hao Ren still asked uneasily, "By the way, after you 'absorbed' that evil spirit, you didn't develop any psychological problems, did you? Like suddenly becoming irritable and prone to anger, or inexplicably bloodthirsty? I remember novels and movies love to develop things that way. Don't fall for it."
"I don't feel any different." Vivian lowered her head to inspect herself. "Maybe all these protective charms of mine worked?"
At that moment, Lily had just returned from wandering outside. She was sitting on the sofa, rapidly changing channels while watching