The One Who Holds Hatred (Four Thousand Words)

"Maintain a frequency of 30 shots every 30 seconds, so they can always see the light!"

Beneath the building, splattered with blood and gore Lin Bo, dressed in a pale blue floral dress, stood with an air of pride. The streetlights, cars, and everything else that could emit light seemed to glow under his influence, the light growing ever brighter, almost blinding. In this dazzling light, his face held a certain pride, even a sense of holiness, yet he uttered the most cruel words:

Even if this is a hopeless world, as long as they can see the light, they will not fall into depravity!

"Even if there is no light in the world, they will subconsciously seek out light because they yearn for it."

"..."

He said, his expression both proud and cold. "That's human nature."

"Because of this nature, suffering is inevitable."

"Effort can also be a form of pain, leading to deeper despair, because they don't know what else they can do besides try. And effort is precisely the thing that most easily deceives them. That's why we chose this element and are studying it!"

"..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under Lin Bo's command, the fleshy tissue that parasitized the entire building would open its mouth from time to time, and the huge cannons would sometimes point west, emitting dazzling beams of light, and sometimes point towards Ding Fang, emitting dazzling beams of light. In theory, beams of light emitted in any direction could be seen by everyone in the city, but they still considered all directions to avoid any omissions.

As long as this frequency is maintained, Black Gate City will not experience any distortions for three hours.

In fact, Dante Organization studied this precisely to completely purify a city.

"Sizzle..."

But just as Lin Bo and the others felt that the aberrations that had sprung up like mushrooms after rain in Black Gate City had been significantly suppressed, suddenly, a subtle tearing sound rang in their ears. The sound was not loud, but it was unusually clear.

Lin Bo turned around abruptly and saw a black line surging towards the building behind him.

These black lines look extremely strange, like a piece of paper being torn apart. The person on this paper is watching the tear rushing towards them. Real space is split in two like a piece of paper and flips in the direction it was torn apart. Along the way, all roads, buildings, and even cars, streetlights, Wild Dog and cats are torn in two.

"Space weapon?"

Lin Bo was startled and cried out, then forcefully clasped his hands together.

Fortunately, he had made preparations in advance. The bright lights around him had already intertwined into dazzling light, and now, with the appearance of that black crack, all the light rushed forward quickly, rapidly stitching up the tear.

The light and the black cracks became locked in a stalemate, while the plaid shirt and the female researcher also rushed eagerly towards two other locations on the building.

With the help of the surrounding light, I finally saw the person on the other side of the black crack.

A woman in a black dress, holding a black paintbrush, stood quietly at the end of the street. She was unkempt, her hair disheveled, yet she exuded an unusual pallor and fragility, creating a morbid beauty.

"The captain of the eighth ship of Hell Organization that excels at destroying everything beautiful, Lady Black Wraith..."

Lin Bo had just met this woman in a very disheveled state, so he was naturally familiar with her.

Moreover, after escaping, he had already found out the woman's identity, and at this moment he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"To be precise, I am your senior. When I was a divine messenger, you were still living in a dream."

The woman in the black dress slowly raised her head and looked at Lin Bo, who was wearing a floral dress. She frowned slightly, as if her eyes were a little disturbed, and then slowly said, "I just didn't expect that after so many years, the Dante Organization still hasn't given up on researching this disgusting thing. What, do you really believe that this hopeless world can still be saved?"

"Senior?"

Lin Bo blurted out immediately, staring intently at the woman in the black dress, "We've all heard about you, senior. Because your research project was stalled, you suffered a mental breakdown and betrayed the Dante Organization while out collecting alien elements, joining Hell... To be honest, our research project hasn't made any progress for a long time either, so we're in the same boat..."

"... Please spare us, okay?"

"..."

The woman in the black dress said coldly, "Don't call me senior."

"Once a senior, always a senior."

Lin Bo shouted, "How can you bear to hurt us, your poor junior classmates?"

"We were forced into this situation. Our research couldn't continue, so we had no choice but to come here and make a living by fighting and killing..."

"How about you let us go?"

"... Senior?"

"..."

"I told you not to call me senior..."

The woman in the black dress seemed somewhat annoyed, raising her voice slightly, but then suddenly sounded deflated, saying:

"Even if you call me 'senior,' I won't hold back..."

"... But I've suddenly lost some of my urge to kill, so if you change the parameters now, or simply put away this weapon and leave Black Gate City immediately, I won't harm you... and I might even introduce you to the Hell Organization, how about that?"

"..."

"This..."

Lin Bo was suddenly in a bit of a predicament.

The Dante Organization has clearly put a lot of effort into the research and utilization of this Enhancement Element.

It can even extract different capabilities from a single element by using different parameters.

But it's clear that they're not the only ones who understand this power; the woman in front of them also understands it very well.

The "Hot-Blooded Cannon" developed by Lin Bo and others utilizes the "effort-making" and inspirational components in this Enhancement Element. They chose the first parameter, which will suppress all aberrations. However, if they choose the second parameter, all aberrations will feel the despair of trying hard but achieving nothing, which will instead catalyze all aberrations.

Whether you leave immediately or adjust the parameters, it will only push Black Gate City into an even deeper abyss.

"It can't be changed, senior..."

Lin Bo said awkwardly, "After all, it concerns the bet... no, it concerns our Dante Organization's promise to Black Gate City..."

"That's what you asked for..."

The woman in the black dress took a deep breath, too exhausted to argue with him any longer, but she slowly shook her head and said, "Seeing you newcomers being deceived by Dante Organization reminds me of how desperate and broken I was back then. I can't let you follow in my footsteps, so why not just kill you all here before you're completely desperate?"

"Believe me, dying with hope is a beautiful thing..."

"..."

As she spoke, the Black Brush in her hand suddenly moved rapidly, and countless black cracks appeared around her.

Like a black spider web, it spread out in all directions toward the building behind Lin Bo.

[Special Forbidden Item: Black Brush]

[Rank: Class A]

[Ability: Possesses the ability to treat everything and space as a two-dimensional canvas and destroy it]

[Note: She often stared at the paintbrush in her hand, lost in deep confusion. The same brush, the same teacher and the same lessons—why could that other person create praiseworthy works, while she was always ignored? Why could the same paintbrush in his hands give birth to masterpieces, while in hers she was only fit to draw portraits of ordinary passersby on the street?]

How can I give my paintbrush the same magical abilities as his?

This question had troubled her for many years, until one day, she couldn't help but plunge her paintbrush into that person's prized work. Suddenly, all her questions were answered. She destroyed all of that person's works, bought a ticket to the museum, and destroyed the exhibited pieces one by one. When the Guard Hall arrived, she smiled for the first time as she looked at her own paintbrush.

It turns out that my paintbrush can stand at the same level as those people's paintbrushes.

[However, you use it to create, while I use it to destroy.]

[...]

[...]

"I never expected that lazy woman would take the initiative..."

On the other side, in the city center, watching the surrounding aberrations being forcibly suppressed, White Devil and another bald, scarred man squatted by the roadside, somewhat bored. Behind them, members of the Hell Organization who had arrived with great enthusiasm were also squatting or sitting, smoking cigarettes. Clearly, those who came for excitement had not gotten any, leaving them dissatisfied.

"She has never cared about anything unless something beautiful stimulates her."

The bald, scarred man smiled helplessly and said, "But perhaps, it was precisely because she also saw that light that she, who had lost interest in everything, remembered her past experiences in Dante Organization and wanted to see the younger generation?"

"However, we still need to make more plans."

"I don't think those Dante Organization's people will be a match for her, but I'm not sure how long it will take her to finish them off."

"So, we still need a plan to force the new president who's hiding out."

"..."

White Devil turned to look at him. "You have a way?"

"Black Enchantress and I have already taken our turn; now it's your turn."

"..."

The bald, scarred man chuckled a few times and said, "What do you think is Black Gate City's biggest sentiment towards us?"

The White Devil glanced at the empty Black Gate City and said, "Fear?"

"Fear is indeed the biggest impression many people have of us, but I appreciate something else more."

The bald, scarred man chuckled softly, "Hatred!"

"Last time we cleansed Black Gate City and killed many people, but if the consequence of our killings was merely to instill fear in them, I would be very disappointed in them. However, I believe that strangers in a city wouldn't be so spineless. Therefore, there must still be intense hatred in their hearts, like a bomb, just waiting for a fuse..."

"..."

The White Devil's expression gradually calmed down, and he gently blew away the pieces of paper covering his face:

"These people who dare to hate us are all worthy of respect..."

"But for the sake of this bet..."

"..."

The two men had already confirmed each other's thoughts through their eyes, and suddenly burst into laughter at the same time. Then the bald man snapped his fingers.

Behind them, crew members who were already prepared quickly brought up a box.

The rotten box looked as if it could be kicked to pieces. When the lid was opened, a creature reeking of decay was found curled up inside. She had pale yellow hair and a body that glowed white, but a fish tail grew from her lower body. Her expression was innocent and bewildered. Looking at the mocking people outside the box, she shrank back in fear, hugged her chest, and trembled.

"Cry!"

The bald, scarred man kicked the box, grinned, and spoke to the woman inside.

The woman was terrified; she clutched her head with both hands and screamed hysterically.

[Special Element: The Mermaid's Lament]

[Level: Class C]

[Ability Description: Possesses the ability to instantly amplify the hatred in people's hearts and destroy their reason]

[Note: He firmly believed that people live by reason, and that only reason could enable them to make the right choices when facing crises and difficulties. Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, he was always a very calm person. Until his girlfriend, who loved to swim in aquariums dressed as a mermaid, was dragged to the beach and brutally abused by several armed thugs, he, hiding in the closet, heard her painful and desperate screams. So he left the closet to face the gun barrels.]

Calmness might allow me to survive, but what's the point of living if I've lost my anger?

[...]

A piercing scream began to echo throughout the city, and countless people heard it, their emotions fluctuating wildly.

Some people suddenly felt a surge of anger that they didn't know where it came from, and they felt like rushing into the street and roaring.

But their reason quickly told them that this must be some kind of trick by the Hell Organization, so they forced themselves to endure it. Some even tied themselves up immediately with their last bit of rationality, while others immediately hit their heads hard and forced themselves to faint.

But within Black Gate City, a few people felt an uncontrollable rage rising within them.

The Serpent Sisters, who were hiding in a circus dressing room, suddenly started breathing rapidly, their chests heaving.

"The guy who peeled off our faces, saying he'd keep them safe, is back..."

"..."

They muttered to themselves, their expressions quickly turning frenzied, and began to ignore the lord's commands, slowly looking towards the outside of the dressing room.

"Little sister, are you an adult yet?"

Hiding in a basement, Ruan Ruan gripped the metal wrench Ruan Ruan in her hand, the veins on the back of her hand bulging. Suddenly, a face appeared before her eyes. It was a handsome, even charming face. He was holding three or four human heads in his hand. They were Ruan Ruan's friends, companions, and even her most admired mentor.

This person held those heads in one hand and lifted the Ruan Ruan chin with the other, grinning as he said, "You're my type, but unfortunately you're too young. So young that I don't want to take you now. So, I'll let you go for now. But remember, I like maid outfits and I like it when someone gently whips my back. So, you'd better practice."

"Next time I come, I'll take you with me..."