The Perfect Tool

Looking at the clearly listed information on the panel, Lu Chen's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

These few short lines were worth a fortune!

Not only did they explain why his Demon Suppressing Qi and Turtle Breath Technique internal energy had achieved so little, but they also pointed out the general type and strength tier of this mysterious demon!

Ranked!

Within the Demon Suppression Division, demons, monsters, and evil entities were divided into two major categories: unranked and ranked.

Vengeful Fox evil entities were unranked. But once one entered the ranks, it meant the demon had condensed a Demon Core. Its strength would undergo a qualitative leap, far beyond what ordinary Demon Suppression Officers could contend against.

No wonder even the Captain's personal guard had been killed in a single exchange.

Lu Chen suppressed the shock in his heart, swiftly absorbed the information provided by the system, then cleverly transformed it into conclusions he could reasonably have inferred himself.

He picked up the scalpel, thin as a cicada's wing, once more. This time, his movements were bolder and more precise.

"The flesh around the wound has been carbonized. This was not caused by flames, but by signs that vitality was instantaneously drained..."

"The meridians have withered and fractured. Within them remain black crystalline particles even finer than hair. This indicates that the Sha Poison possesses extremely powerful corrosive and coagulating properties..."

"The deceased's heart meridian was destroyed, yet the organs around it remained relatively intact. Only his vitality was completely severed. This subordinate dares to speculate that this demon's attack was not merely physical destruction—it precisely injected Sha Poison into the heart meridian, detonating all of its power."

As he dissected the corpse, he rapidly recorded these findings onto a wooden board with a charcoal pencil.

He had carefully organized his wording, cleverly replacing concepts such as Life Devouring and corrosion provided by the system with observable phenomena like drained vitality and corrosive crystal particles.

That way, the report would appear detailed and professional without exposing any secrets beyond the scope of his identity as a corpse handler.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

By the time Lu Chen wrote the final character, he had examined the Imperial Guard's corpse from head to toe no fewer than three times, recording every detail.

After finishing all this, he did not dismember the body as he would a demon's remains. Instead, he took out the needle and thread that he rarely used from the cabinet.

He perfectly stitched up the wounds left by the dissection. Even the savage claw marks on the man's chest were carefully arranged and tidied, allowing the deceased to retain his final shred of dignity.

As fellow members of the Demon Suppression Division, this was the only thing he could do.

After arranging the report board, Lu Chen took a deep breath, pushed open the stone door, and headed straight for Foreman Wang's office.

Foreman Wang was pacing anxiously around the room, glancing at the hourglass in the corner from time to time. His face was so dark it seemed ready to drip water.

This case was no trivial matter. If it was delayed and the Captain held him accountable, a minor steward like him could not bear the consequences.

Knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Foreman Wang roared impatiently.

Lu Chen pushed the door open and respectfully presented the wooden board covered in writing. "Foreman Wang, I have not failed your expectations. This subordinate has completed the examination."

"So quickly?" A trace of suspicion flashed through Foreman Wang's eyes as he snatched the board away.

He had thought it would already be impressive if Lu Chen came out alive. He had never expected him to uncover anything useful.

Yet the moment his gaze fell upon the first line of writing, the contemptuous expression on his face froze.

"...Killed by three sharp claws, heart pierced in a single strike. The wound was tainted with Black Claw Heart Rot Sha. This Sha Poison..."

Foreman Wang's eyes widened further and further, while his breathing became hurried.

Though his strength was lacking, he still had an eye for such things.

The detail and professionalism of this autopsy report far exceeded his imagination!

From the shape of the wounds, to deductions regarding the nature of the Sha Poison, to a simulated reconstruction of the demon's method of attack—each point was clear and orderly, its logic rigorous. It even put forward several guesses regarding the demon's possible type and weaknesses.

This... this was something a newcomer who had just joined the Division could write?

Even the most experienced Coroners in the Division might not be capable of such work!

Foreman Wang raised his head. His triangular eyes stared fixedly at Lu Chen, as though trying to see straight through him from the inside out.

Lu Chen kept his head lowered, his expression calm, allowing the other man to scrutinize him.

After a long while, Foreman Wang slowly exhaled a foul breath. The shock and suspicion in his eyes gradually gave way to an irrepressible greed and wild delight.

He had found treasure!

Fuck, he had truly found treasure!

"Cough... Ahem, not bad." Foreman Wang concealed the strange look on his face, coughed solemnly, and gripped the wooden board tightly in his hand. "As for the contents... they're so-so. Barely passable. You brat, at least you didn't embarrass me."

He walked to the desk, poured three crimson pills from an exquisite porcelain bottle, wrapped them in paper, and tossed them to Lu Chen.

"This is your reward: Qi and Blood Pills. They're ten times more expensive than Blood Activating Essence Scattering Powder. Take them and recuperate properly. In the future... there'll be plenty of chances for you to put in some effort."

With that, he took the wooden board and hurried out of the room without even glancing at Lu Chen, clearly unable to wait to claim credit before the Captain.

Lu Chen held the three Qi and Blood Pills, which gave off a faint medicinal fragrance, his eyes as still as an ancient well.

He knew that this time, Foreman Wang had truly begun to regard him as his exclusive tool for climbing upward.

And that was precisely what he wanted.

Before he possessed sufficient strength, being a valuable tool was far safer than being a useless piece of trash.