"..."
As though he had become completely numb to Huai Shi's shameless antics, Decay descended from the sky without a word. Streams of pitch-black color surged from his eyes, blanketing the entire square.
In an instant, all the corpses turned to ash. Only streams of blood-red, malignant Source Matter flowed forth, gathering in midair and finally condensing into a crystalline bottle of scarlet wine.
Merely looking at it was enough for its fragrance to linger beneath one's nose.
It made the soul sway and the mind struggle to remain composed.
In the blink of an eye, he had so casually wielded a complex secret rite, extracting the last remaining value from death and bones. Huai Shi was genuinely impressed by how cool that looked.
"What skill!"
His eyes lit up. "Can you teach me sometime?"
"That depends on whether you can learn it... Fuck, forget I said anything."
Halfway through his disdainful remark, Decay remembered that the bastard beside him was a registered culinary demon, the kind with a truly promising future. If Huai Shi learned it, he might actually turn people into little cakes for snacks.
The whole vibe was getting more and more absurd!
Once again, he profoundly felt the bizarre nature of the Abyssal Lineage.
Meanwhile, Huai Shi did not stop moving. One after another, afterimages emerged from the darkness, spreading throughout the city and beginning a thorough looting operation.
The gold ornament on the walls, the sacred relics placed on display, the secret rites embedded deep within the foundations—even several of the finest floor tiles were pried loose and stuffed into the Returning Ruins.
Wherever they passed, it was cleaner than a dog's tongue!
It truly opened Decay's eyes.
How could there be someone so miserly in this world?
"What? You want some too?"
Huai Shi