Devouring

With Wen Li's words, a silent storm swept through the entire space, then quickly dissipated into nothingness.

In terms of intensity, this impact was no more than a gentle breeze, yet Fu Qian felt something had changed.

Before he could savor it, a non-human roar echoed, making his eardrums ache.

The Shadow Nightmare, whose neck he was gripping, began to struggle violently.

Has it gone mad from fear? Fu Qian glanced at it.

The top assassin, who had been willing to negotiate moments ago, now had bloodshot eyes, a beast-like growl rumbling in his throat, thrashing his body with reckless abandon.

Crack.

Unable to break free, the Shadow Nightmare's neck snapped in the next moment.

Even stranger, the broken ends were shriveled like firewood, and not a drop of blood flowed out.

Despite its head being severed, the Shadow Nightmare's struggles didn't stop; instead, its movements became even more frenzied.

A gust of wind sounded, and Fu Qian turned his head, dodging a claw aimed at his head.

The claw missed, and with powerful inertia, the already decaying arm snapped off.

Again, no blood flowed out, but the dark red blood vessels covering the arm peeled away.

Then came the shoulder, the chest, the upper body.

Like a cicada shedding its shell, the dark red blood vessels slowly pulled themselves out of the Shadow Nightmare's corpse, then slithered onto the wall, sticking tightly to it.

The Shadow Nightmare in his hand was as dead as could be. Fu Qian tossed the remains aside.

At this moment, his mind felt like a hand grenade had detonated.

An incomparably violent urge to kill flooded his mind, stimulating every nerve and shaking his thoughts to their core.

Every cell in his body became restless, as if only the bloodiest slaughter could bring peace.

Hiss!

Taking a deep breath, Fu Qian looked back.

Wen Li stood motionless, her eyes tightly shut.

Still pale and delicate, her presence had clearly changed, now shrouded in a mysterious aura.

Further away, Tan Mingxue had completely broken down, clutching herself tightly with both hands, trembling in a corner.

Countless transparent threads, formed from her hair, tangled chaotically around her, preventing anything from getting close.

Can that invisible storm amplify human emotions?

Fu Qian's heart stirred as he analyzed the current situation with his remaining rationality.

The Shadow Nightmare had clearly been affected. He had been focused on survival before, which was why it desperately tried to escape his grasp.

He hadn't expected Tan Mingxue to be the same; this woman was more timid than she appeared.

And she's a Night Watcher!

As for Wen Li, that storm had clearly been released from her, making her the source of this anomaly.

From this perspective, his plan to stimulate Wen Li with the pressure and fear of death had succeeded.

Although he hadn't received a quest completion notification yet, Wen Li was clearly undergoing a transformation.

Whether this was the breakthrough opportunity she mentioned, only time would tell.

Crack!

With a dull thud, Fu Qian broke his right hand.

There was no other way; if he didn't break it, he would have already beaten everyone around him into a pulp.

However, in just a few seconds, his broken hand firmly healed.

If I break Wen Li, it will stop.

Amidst the cracking sounds, Fu Qian broke his other hand, forcing himself to calm down.

Breaking Wen Li was simple; the difficulty was not breaking her (physically).

Just then, his vision was engulfed in crimson.

With a tremor, the thing that had detached itself from the Shadow Nightmare on the wall curled into a spiky sphere.

Not only that, but the sphere was expanding wildly, countless blood-red tendrils twisting together, corroding and devouring everything it encountered.

The closest thing to it was the motionless Wen Li.

In at most ten seconds, she would be gone, a talent lost too soon.

Fu Qian made a swift judgment.

But if he smashed this thing, the Scarlet Fever would spread.

He didn't care, but the problem was that even if Wen Li leveled up, her survival was still uncertain.

The moment these two choices appeared in his mind, Fu Qian's head felt chaotic, almost unable to think.

Indeed, the tangled emotions were also amplified.

Seeing the thing grow wildly, it had already expanded several times in the blink of an eye, leaving only one step between it and Wen Li.

Kill it, but can't break it, a bit complicated.

The stricter the requirements, the broader the thinking must be.

Fu Qian stepped forward, and the next moment he completely released the suppression of his berserk killing intent.

Screech!

A flash of blood, and his recovered right hand left a bottomless wound on his own chest.

Driven by the berserk killing intent, his body's metabolism was activated to its limit.

Almost in an instant, the cells at the wound grew wildly, forming sharp fangs.

Taking a deep breath, the crack on his chest quickly tore open and expanded. In just half a second, it became a gaping maw full of sharp teeth.

Fu Qian opened it towards the dark red blood mass.

The blood mass, which had expanded several times its size, was unavoidable and was swallowed in one bite.

The maw snapped shut, and the blood mass began to struggle wildly.

However, no matter how it thrashed and bumped, it was still tightly suppressed by the cells in their berserk state, with no way out.

After countless collisions, the blood mass finally ruptured and disintegrated.

A scorching red mist escaped, but it was still tightly locked within Fu Qian's chest, not a trace escaping.

Half a minute later, Fu Qian walked forward and kicked Wen Li.

"Ah!"

Wen Li cried out, opened her eyes, and jumped up from the ground.

Seeing how agile she was getting up, there was no doubt she had already reached Sixth Order.

Fu Qian could feel the berserk rage in his heart instantly dissipate; it was indeed her fault just now.

Upgrading a mental-type class is so troublesome!

"Mr. Fu, thank you for your help."

Glancing around, Wen Li seemed to understand what had happened, a look of pleasant surprise on her face as she bowed deeply to Fu Qian.

Fu Qian, however, did not reply. Instead, he stared at Wen Li's pupils, which were much deeper than before, and a voice sounded in his ear.

[Wen Li died, Containment failed]

The next moment, the scene before his eyes rapidly disintegrated, and Fu Qian returned to the familiar warehouse.

[Evaluation: Hopelessly Insane]
[Kills: Shadow Nightmare ×1]
[Special Kill: Scarlet Angel ×1]
[Special Kill Reward: Tyrant's Fist]
[Current Sanity Value: 33]
[Play Event Replay?]

It actually failed even like this. His intuition was correct; this mission was far more difficult than it appeared.

Fu Qian took a breath. Instead of doing something like smashing his keyboard, he stood still and directly chose to replay the event.

He needed to confirm one thing.

Wen Li was clearly standing right in front of him and had successfully advanced to Sixth Order, yet the system indicated death and failed containment.

Unless she wasn't Wen Li!

Skipping through everything earlier, dragging all the way to the end, Fu Qian looked at Wen Li as she got up after bowing.

The same face, the lifelike expression, but compared to before her upgrade, there was a hint of malevolence deep in her eyes.

Thank you, Han Jun, for your support. Thank you to every reader. Good night, everyone!