Nero had no idea what Teacher Prin—or rather, Mr. Death standing before her—had taken out.
She only instinctively sensed a rather eerie power emanating from the pitch-black-covered book. And by "eerie," she meant that even she, a Black Soul Envoy, found it eerie.
But this clearly wouldn't make Nero stop. Some traits had been cultivated over time; they couldn't truly change overnight. Some of the traits she had gained might have existed in her from the beginning, only hidden beneath the surface.
Even she herself might not know it. She simply felt that it made her comfortable. Perhaps she did know, which was why she followed her nature even more, always doing whatever interested her.
There was one thing Teacher Prin had misunderstood. Nero liked fighting not because she needed combat as the reason for her existence, but because she genuinely liked brawling.
She really, really loved brawling. In this world, so boring it was nearly withered away, what could make one's blood boil and make one unable to stop more than a good fight? What else could make her feel that she wasn't merely a puppet manipulated by invisible strings, but someone who had once resisted?
Enma Transformation—after becoming a Black Soul Envoy, Nero had developed this state specifically for fighting based on the traits of a Black Soul Envoy. Precisely because she regarded brawling as a source of happiness, she had never bothered hiding that she had originally developed Enma Transformation to beat up Da Zhe.
Since she was going to fight, and had encountered an opponent of considerable strength, of course the more exhilarating the better!
"I hope you can release Joe's soul... because I don't like using this power." Teacher Prin suddenly sighed. The ancient black-covered book opened in his palm, making Teacher Prin's aura even