Because He Was Afraid of Dying, He Put a Lot of Points into Sewing
It only took one day.
To be precise, it was twenty hours.
Jiang Xueming presented his new work.
Five o'clock in the morning on January 19, 2025.
In the darkest few tens of minutes before dawn, in the workshop of the shooting range.
The floor was covered with cut aramid fabric, and fragments of alumina crystals were scattered everywhere. Silk fabric still hung on the textile machine, and the sewing machine had just finished threading the last nylon thread.
The residual heat from the CNC cutting machine head had not yet dissipated when the composite plate was adjusted round by round to form the scales of a bulletproof vest.
In the garbage recycling area of the tool shed, there are bulletproof armor and plates of different bulletproof levels, which have been disassembled into fragments and used as research objects for composite materials. They are divided into four levels: BR3-BR6.
The BR3 can stop 9x19 pistol rounds.
The BR6 can withstand 12.7*108mm armor-piercing incendiary rounds.
Defense and portability can never be achieved simultaneously, just like the evolutionary history of organisms.
Once a creature begins to stack armor, it inevitably has to sacrifice flexibility.
When Xiao Qi saw Jiang Xueming tirelessly moving back and forth in the tool shed, disassembling clothes and weaving various materials.
Her jaw almost dropped to the floor.
--The Steel Heart in the employer's hands had been running at full capacity for a full twenty hours.
Xue Ming's spirit body was always in an outward state. The extra clumps of spirit silk sometimes turned into fingers, and sometimes into various tools, including simple clamps and knives such as tweezers, pliers and scissors, as well as vernier calipers or cards with millimeter units - with gaps left on the cards for numerical instructions.
Xiao Qi could see it clearly; it was a musical instrument string measuring ruler from an online shopping platform. Xue Ming glanced at it and immediately used his spirit form to transform it into a real tool for use.
Xiao Qi secretly manipulated her spirit body, wanting the soft, lazy spirit threads to obey. She turned red in front of a slice of watermelon, feeling her brain working at overclock. All the nerves used to process graphics and spatial geometry started working together. After more than a minute, the spirit body finally finished the fan-shaped watermelon as if it were a painting.
Although she lost her Steel Heart, with the help of the Glorious Stone, the difference shouldn't be so huge.
Moreover, Xiao Qi could tell that the employer rarely suffered any mental strain while working—in fact, he seemed to be recharging at certain stages, becoming more and more energetic.
He went to do the intricate weaving and stitching, turning four or five different kinds of silk threads into fabric. At first, you could see cold sweat on Xue Ming's forehead, and he had to squint his eyes to carefully observe the workings of the spinning machine and the spiritual silk. In just a few minutes, the spiritual silk had developed [muscle memory]. What followed was repetitive mechanical labor. Xue Ming was able to free his hands to do other things, and he immediately became energetic—like someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder seeing objects aligned, a messy room becoming orderly, and a portion of his mental energy visibly restored.
Xiao Qi could sense that the employer was extremely happy when using the spirit to do the work.
She didn't know where Xue Ming had learned these skills; perhaps he had acquired them during breaks while building houses at the observatory, taking advantage of the new skills absorbed by the Fenxing Lady.
However, even for a tailor in the underground world, it is extremely difficult to select materials, spin fabric, and make a garment from scratch in just one night.
Craftsmen like Ling Weng or Fenxing possess unique divine powers, enabling them to forge objects with immense divine strength in the blink of an eye.
Without a doubt, Xue Ming is now using a divine skill.
Xiao Qi swallowed nervously. She had originally intended to bring her employer some late-night snacks, and was about to hand over a watermelon, but she withdrew it halfway through, not wanting to disturb her employer's work.
In the blink of an eye, Xue Ming's spiritual threads, like sharp steel wires, cut the melon pulp in the fruit plate into smaller cubes, rolled away some of it, and put it into his mouth.
Xiao Qi immediately heard Xue Ming's shout.
"It's very sweet, thank you."
Xiao Qi: "Hey! Why are you being so polite with me?"
Before she finished speaking, the spirit threads transformed into a soup spoon, and Xue Ming fed Xiao Qi a mouthful of watermelon.
Xue Ming: "I'm working, I don't have time to spend with you."
"The pinky finger of the Hand of Omnipotence definitely can't get a gun," Xiao Qi analyzed logically. "Both Xinwen Orphanage and Baoyou Market have public security checks. If this guy could get a gun, he would have been arrested by the police long ago. Maybe we should take a break?"
"I didn't make this bulletproof vest to deal with the Hand of Omnipotence," Jiang Xueming said succinctly. "I made it for Bailu, and for your and Meteor's safety. Do you know 3301's body measurements?"
9527: "I know, you also want to make one for her?"
Jiang Xueming straightened the last few buttons on the clothes.
"Yes, the clothes you see are the future [JoeStar] field uniform."
The sun had just peeked over the layers of mountain peaks.
It shines through the potted plants in the greenhouse garden, through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the shooting range, and onto the mannequin.
There was no time to clean up the construction waste scattered all over the floor. As soon as Jiang Xueming finished making the sample garment, he immediately grabbed a vacuum cleaner and started cleaning.
Xiao Qi looked at the garment with a serious expression—it's probably not quite right to call it just "clothes"; it should be called "armor."
At first glance, it is a double-breasted hooded coat with a very close-fitting inner vest that blends seamlessly with the coat.
The golden sunlight shone on the dark composite fabric. After observing it from different angles, Xiao Qi saw that it resembled the wings of a morpho butterfly, refracting a deep blue metallic light.
Xiao Qi: "What kind of fabric is this?"
Xue Ming worked overtime at the sewing machine to make matching gloves.
"The composite material made of aramid, silk, nylon, and titanium alloy steel wire is a layered fabric structure created using a special stitching technique—please look carefully."
Once a pair of cut-resistant gloves were finished, Xue Ming's spiritual silk threads immediately simulated the inner structure of the fabric.
Xiao Qi looked closely--
--It's a triangular, three-dimensional mesh knitted pattern, much like the reinforced beam structure in road and bridge engineering.
"The metallic reflection you see is actually the refracted light from the nylon and aramid threads." Xue Ming held up the sleeve of the sample garment and asked Xiao Qi to get a closer look, "From another angle, you can also see the gold of the Titanium Nitride coating."
Xiao Qi's eyes widened as she saw layers of dark gold stitching on the fabric, resembling ripples on water, which were difficult to spot without close inspection.
"Silk, nylon, and aramid can be used as cushioning materials for Kevlar bulletproof vests," Xue Ming explained. "But the Titanium Nitride alloy corrugated stitching is my signature knitting technique."
From the moment Xiao Qi saw the sample garment, she couldn't stop exclaiming, "It's rifling? It's the shape of rifling?"
Xue Ming folded up his sleeves, revealing golden wavy lines, both raised and recessed, which were the rifling patterns inside the gun barrel.
"My goal is to create the BR-4 level armor, capable of withstanding rifle bullets, but blindly pursuing armor thickness will only trap soldiers in heavy prisons—"
This exquisite knitting technique can probably only be achieved by a spirit of nature and silk, combined with astonishing eyesight and skill—the precision of modern mechanical processing, especially in clothing and food, is completely incomparable to that of human hands.
"--So I was thinking, is there a way to mimic the reactive armor of a tank, deflecting the penetrating force of a warhead laterally, changing the Kevlar buffer layer from a simple ten or twenty layers to a hundred or a thousand layers, or even altering the trajectory of the warhead."
Xiao Qi found it unbelievable. What Xue Ming was talking about had entered a realm she couldn't understand at all—even the most expensive bulletproof suit in the world today, like the Diamond Armor produced by the Swiss Zurich Company, which costs three million two hundred thousand US dollars, still uses a soft bulletproof vest. It simply uses Kevlar to stop the bullet and uses a ceramic composite material plate with extremely high hardness to change the shape of the bullet and cut it apart to complete the transfer of shooting kinetic energy.
Rifling in clothing? Using rifling to alter the trajectory of a bullet?
This technique is simply magic.
Xiao Qi asked, "Is it really possible?"
"The human body itself has many rounded angles, and I made many designs in the inner layer." Xue Ming opened the lining of his coat, revealing layers of panels that resembled overlapping scales. "The base structure of these composite panels is similar to scales, and the outer armor is made of the same material as our pyroxene, which is alumina and its crystals, corundum."
After saying that, Xue Ming gently poked the heart part of the coat.
The entire mannequin slid along, as if the zipper of a coat's vest was being pulled by a stabbing force. A circular crater quickly appeared on the left side of her chest, Xue Ming's fingers were cut by the sharp rifling of the fabric, leaving a clean cut, from which blood gushed out.
"That's amazing!" Xiao Qi exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. Once she understood the principle, she explained, "It has two layers, an inner and an outer garment. How does it work so well that the vest and the outer garment move in tandem?"
Xue Ming treated the wound on her finger. "It all depends on the design of the weaving and the joint cables."
Xiao Qi analyzed logically and logically. "The outer garment is like a large jar, with a smaller jar inside. The body is hidden inside the smaller jar. When the large jar is damaged, the bullet hits the outer shell of the large jar and begins to deviate following the guidance of the rifling in the garment. Even if it penetrates the large jar, it won't hit the original vital point—just like a bullet entering the water flow will deviate from its original trajectory. If the rifling works, it won't tumble. The smaller jar will actively move to another position under the pull of the Kevlar water flow. Just like when a bullet hits the heart, the entire outer garment works simultaneously to push the vest and body to other places."
Xue Ming pulled out his gun, moved the mannequin to the shooting range, and told Seventh Brother to stand behind cover, "That's one way to understand it."
"But how do you design for the human body? It's so incredibly complex. How do you know the dynamics of human muscles and the location of internal organs? If this garment is to perfectly perform its bulletproof function, it probably requires an extremely deep understanding of the human body." Xiao Qi trailed off.
Jiang Xueming has practically mastered the human body.
He could easily produce a resonant sound similar to the roar of a tiger or leopard by using the peristalsis of his intestines and diaphragm. It was like "tailor-made" clothing – the effect of the limbs causing specific deformations in the fabric was also achievable.
The mannequin is made of skeleton and gel that simulate the structure of human tissue.
At this moment, it faces the bombardment of nine-millimeter pistol bullets.
A continuous barrage of gunfire rang out--
After emptying an entire magazine, Xiao Qi could see the bulletproof vest swaying from side to side like the wings of a blue morpho butterfly. Parts of the fabric were torn, revealing the composite plate scales inside. Not a single bullet had penetrated the mannequin's body.
Twenty-one bullets left nineteen different white scars on this coat.
The remaining two shots tore open a wound near the left armpit, but still failed to penetrate the scale armor.
The coat made a dodging motion similar to a pendulum in a boxing match. When it came into contact with the bullet, all the force it received turned into pushing and pulling under the curve of the rifling, disturbing the entire coat back and forth.
Jiang Xueming fired two bullets into his heart, both hitting the same spot.
Under the intense effects of mechanical fatigue, the fabric was finally torn apart by the high-temperature iron bullet. Then, the bullet shattered the corundum composite plate, was cut by the hard corundum, and lost all kinetic energy.
To shatter this armor with ordinary pistol bullets, you would need to fire two or more shots at the same point of impact.
Xiao Qi's mouth was still agape when she exclaimed, "Incredible skill!"
Xue Ming switched to his rifle. "There's only one drawback. When I'm hit while wearing it, the ricocheting bullets can easily injure my teammates. To absorb the kinetic energy of the bullets, the jacket shakes around, making it difficult to retaliate. But it can save my life."
Then came the roar of 7.62mm rifle bullets.
Thirty bullets tore the garment to shreds, almost ripping it apart.
Rifle bullets are extremely powerful, with an initial velocity of over 800 meters per second. When they hit a target, they tumble horribly, making it difficult for the rifling of the outer sheath to capture and pull these bullets with their enormous kinetic energy.
But the outer garment had already completed its final touches before it tore.
These bullets, which were stopped by Kevlar and alloy rifling, collided and cut against the armored composite plates, and did not penetrate the gel-like body of the mannequin.
The most severe wounds came from three consecutive shots fired at the same target location. The cavity effect of the bullets completely shattered the composite plate at the point of impact. The plate slid and deformed between the layers of scales and outer layer, dispersing kinetic energy and turning into three flat fragments that fused with the composite plate.
Its protection level reached that of the BR-4, capable of withstanding continuous fire from 7.62*39mm steel-core hard-point bullets, and still retaining some protection even after the enemy emptied a magazine.
Weighing a total of 9.6 kilograms, the Titanium Nitride rifling material and the wide sleeves that can cover most of the body, there is another reason why this garment is so heavy.
"Oh dear? Why is it leaking?" Xiao Qi pointed to the bottom of the gel mannequin, where a lot of purplish-red liquid was flowing out.
Jiang Xueming: "That's a tracer, used to identify the results of a shot."
Xiao Qi: "Huh? Did it go right through?"
Jiang Xueming put the weapon back in his bag. After the test, he was going to return it to Teacher Baoquan. He explained to Xiao Qi, "It didn't penetrate. It was only when the composite plate was penetrated or subjected to a huge impact."
He flipped open his vest, revealing the side of it that was closest to his body.
"The user is in mortal danger, either hit by a car, directly hit in a vital area by a bullet, have their armor penetrated by 7.62x54mm machine gun rounds, or suffer continuous damage from suppressed fire."
The mannequin's abdomen and chest cavity were covered in purplish-red pigment; this tracer liquid had seeped out from the lining of the vest.
Xue Ming showed the corset's ductwork; the inner stitching was very close to the skin, almost like a mold, outlining the entire human body's contours.
"The composite layer of this garment that touches the skin will release Universal Elixir."
Xiao Qi felt a little dazed, not because she was confused by Xue Ming's design skills or the complex working principles.
She was just thinking that if a piece of Diamond Armor could sell for over three million US dollars, even with the added cost of diamonds, it should still be worth about half a million US dollars after deducting the markup.
So, how much could the employer sell his BR-4 level bulletproof vest, which weighs nine kilograms, for?
This is something Xue Ming made in one night. Although the initial material gathering and garment-making process must have been extremely tedious and complicated, the fact is...
--The employer's ability to make money has exceeded Xiao Qi's imagination.
Even in the underground world, this kind of thing that can save lives without affecting normal travel is a hot commodity.
As Xue Ming just mentioned, its disadvantages are that the Titanium Nitride rifling design on the fabric can easily injure teammates, and it has no cooling function, making it very uncomfortable to wear in the Great Xia.
Xiao Qi stared at the tattered sample garment and sighed, "What a waste that you ruined this!"
Xue Ming scratched his head upon hearing this. "Actually, four pieces have already been ruined. This is the final version after adjustments. I also made two spares. It's a pity there's not enough time, otherwise I could have finished the pants and boots as well."
Two money symbols immediately appeared in Xiao Qi's eyes, and then she froze.
Xue Ming patted Xiao Qi's cheek, telling her to Xiao Qi up and be prepared to catch Little Finger.
He pushed the mannequin back into the tool shed and put on a new overcoat.
In Xiao Qi's opinion, the employer looked much more energetic after changing his clothes.
From a distance, you can see that the light emitted by this composite fabric is very special, almost like a marker for identifying friend or foe. From different angles, you can see metallic gold and blue light in the pitch-black fabric.
Xiao Qi: "Should we give it a name?"
Jiang Xueming: "Isn't that unnecessary?"
"This is a talisman you made yourself! If it didn't have a name, it might get unhappy, upset, or stop working! And we can't keep calling it a bulletproof vest, can we? What if one day you say to Meteor—'Hey! Get a bulletproof vest!'" Xiao Qi said with great seriousness, gesturing wildly, "And then Meteor opens his phone and actually orders a bulletproof vest for you online."
To be honest, Xue Ming is terrible at naming things; her naming skills are truly worrying.
All these years have passed, and the dog back home is still called [dog].
Xue Ming also bears some responsibility.
He kept bending over and standing up, stretching his limbs to adapt to the flexibility of the new clothes.
"Why don't you suggest one?"
Without hesitation, Xiao Qi exclaimed, "Neo!"
Jiang Xueming: "What Matrix?"
Xiao Qi: "It's not The Matrix! It's Neotropolemus! It's the name of a morpho butterfly—it looks a lot like your new clothes; from different angles, you can see black, gold, and blue colors."
Jiang Xueming: "It's too long, I can't remember it."
Xiao Qi: "That's why it's called Neo! Neo costume!"
Jiang Xueming: "Okay, the Flash Butterfly Armor Outfit."
Xiao Qi pursed her lips, not caring about the employer's perfunctory attitude when naming the clothes, since Xue Ming was not perfunctory at all when making the clothes.
Bu Liuxing arrived just then, carrying breakfast. Upon seeing Ming Ge's outfit, the curious boy immediately became excited, "Ming Ge! This outfit is so cool! You'll get me a set, right? Right, right, right?"
Xue Ming didn't reply immediately. He was checking the final details of the clothes.
This garment has no zipper; the vest is secured by interlocking U-shaped buckles.
The vest's neckline features a special design, resembling composite corundum plates with scales, which are tucked into the same fabric as the outer garment to serve as a bulletproof scarf.
Once the double-breasted buttons of the outer coat are closed, the large stand-up collar can be turned up to protect the neck and side of the face.
Pull the hood down --
Xiao Qi's heart also started racing.
She noticed a simple, V-shaped, single-sided mask appearing on the hood of the coat.
Rather than calling it a mask, it's more accurate to think of it as a helmet, much like the angled armor plates of a tank. It's ten millimeters thick, making it virtually impervious to light weapons.
As the helmet closes at the back of the head, the magnetic switch connects to the power source.
--The pale blue light source around the eyes of the mask lit up.
Jiang Xueming's deep voice came through. "The camera in this helmet's observation window is not as accurate as the naked eye."
He then tapped his head, and a pair of bright red electronic eyes lit up from the mask.
"But it has thermal imaging capabilities and night vision— A Xing, I'll also make you a set, tailored to your body dimensions."
A Xing delivered breakfast to Seventh Brother.
Xiao Qi still didn't understand what it meant.
Then the boy fainted.
Very fast.
With a thud.
It was very sudden.
Just like his mother's sudden death.
At this very moment--
--We'll talk about two other things.
One of them is related to the pinky finger.
Three hours later.
Paul Brooke left the Golden Butterfly Restaurant, intending to go to a roast meat and braised meat shop to get a discounted char siu rice to fill his stomach, while also thinking about how to bring the little darlings from the orphanage back to Nine Realms Station, and how much of his salary he had left this month.
He knew nothing about Jiang Xueming, and very little about Jiang Bailu.
He didn't even know that among the three people influenced by Soul Power at the internet cafe salon, one was connected to the police department, making it incredibly easy to trace his whereabouts.
Just as Brooke broke off the chopsticks and was about to eat,
Six people squeezed in from the next seat.
They all pulled out their pistols and held them to Brooke's head.
Brooke didn't react for a moment, but his instincts drove him to act like a pitiful girl, calling on his inner self to come to work.
In just two seconds, he transformed into a girl, and upon seeing the dark muzzle of the gun, he burst into tears.
Jiang Xueming: "That's right, it's him."
Li Zongzhu: "It's this guy!"
The arrest process was smooth and natural, without any unexpected incidents.
The master of the Soul Power couldn't even recognize the three teachers' female forms, and had no idea what had happened.
When Little Finger was arrested, he was handcuffed and taken to the hospital.
Seven people were crammed into one car, with their little fingers resting on Jiang Xueming's knees.
She looked up and saw the dark gold mask and the blue electronic eyes, and seemed to understand something.
Jiang Xueming: "Do you regret it?"
Pinky: "In short, I deeply regret what you'll do to me?"
Jiang Xueming: "Regret is useless now. I will use your methods to deal with you."
A minivan drove into the Cheung Sha Wan Sanatorium.
Xue Ming put on rubber gloves, had Teacher Baoquan explain the situation to the doctor using his police identification, and paid the full amount of medical expenses.
The entire surgical procedure was very quiet; there was no anesthesia and no screams.
The patient switches back and forth between being a boy and a girl, trying to scream for another body to suffer the pain of being disemboweled.
The three teachers outside the operating room didn't know whether this was good or bad, whether Jiang Xueming was using his power, or whether a grudge in the extraordinary world was being settled.
Regardless, this matter concerns the lives of three teachers.
They were just watching Bu Liuxing--
--Bu Liuxing squatted curiously by the door, listening intently.
Ming Ge cold, questioning voice came from inside the door.
"You have many companions, right?"
"Don't rush, you don't need to tell me right away."
"Look, this intestine is connected to the facial nerves. If you scratch it like this, your expression will become very strange. White Lady made that expression when she was wriggling inside my sister's body."
"This is your stomach. I cut it open. You didn't eat anything this morning. Should I pour some glucose in now? Bailu's nasopharynx was swollen. At that time, she could only survive by getting IV drips."
"Don't struggle. Your heart is beating too fast, your blood pressure is too high, and the pain and fear will cause you to lose blood faster and faster. You might really die."
Why are you looking at me like that? These things should have happened to me, right?
"These injections are desensitizing medications; they might help you calm down."
"Little finger—do you still think this pain is meaningful?"
"You want to live, you really want to live, I won't let you die, even if you want to die, it won't be so easy for you."
"Having endured the gnawing of the Vita Imprint, your will to survive should be extremely strong. If you want to live, calm down; the operating lights are stained red with your blood."
A full hour passed.
Jiang Xueming took off his gloves and completed the surgery; he was almost covered in blood.
Pushing open the door, he said calmly to Meteor, "I've finished with the vigilante justice, and he knows he was wrong. Now you can talk to him about serious matters—I'll go wipe the blood off my clothes."
Bu Liuxing immediately retreated two or three feet away.
--The three teachers also looked like they'd seen a ghost.
Xiao Qi, upon hearing her employer's instructions, swaggered inside.
His little finger was still strapped to the operating table. There were no wounds on his body, but judging from Brooke's eyes, it was as if he had seen a terrifying and bizarre Spirit Calamity. The trauma to his mind would not heal anytime soon.
He kept nodding and muttering to himself.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry, so sorry!"
"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry. I was wrong."
"I shouldn't have listened to the Thumb, I shouldn't have listened to the Thumb, I shouldn't have become the little finger."
"I am Brooke"
"I should be a complete person."
"Living, breathing people"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
The way Xiao Qi looked at Little Seven's pinky finger, acting strangely and seemingly out of control, made her teeth ache.
She had no idea what ruthless methods Xue Ming had used on this guy.
However, judging from the outcome, the little finger's mental world was completely destroyed.
Xiao Qi's eyes gleamed with cunning as she devised a wicked plan to test the boy.
Hey! Little finger.
"Call me Brook! I'm Paul Brook!" Brook looked utterly terrified. "Don't use that code name! Please! If he finds out, he'll definitely rip my guts out!"
Xiao Qi, playing with fire, said, "Brook, I need to talk to you about something."
Brooke buried her head in her hands and sobbed.
Xiao Qi then asked, "Do you hate that guy wearing the mask?"
Brooke shook her head violently. "No, no, no, no... no, no, no... I don't hate."
Xiao Qi pressed for details. "He did a lot of bad things to you, didn't he? Are you afraid of him? That's why you don't dare to hate him?"
Brooke pursed her lips, almost bursting into tears. "No! What nonsense are you talking about?"
Xiao Qi was stunned; she hadn't expected this answer.
Brooke explained earnestly, "I was in excruciating pain on the operating table, I almost bit my tongue off, and I nearly wanted to die."
He solemnly transformed into a woman, wearing only a tattered sterile surgical gown.
"But... but Jiang Xueming told me to calm down and think it over carefully. I'm causing this kind of pain to others all the time! Although I've already experienced the bitterness of being bitten by the worm once, I've forgotten the pain after tasting the sweetness of the Soul Power."
"But I want these people, these children, to go through this pain again and again, just like me, so that they can't even die—what he did to me while hiding behind his mask is exactly what I've done to others countless times."
Women with a small finger are more prone to crying, their tears flowing incessantly, their hearts filled with regret.
"Excuse me." Jiang Xueming pulled a hose from the toilet and finally managed to wash all the blood away.
He pulled down his mask, revealing his true face, and squeezed into the operating room. Hearing Little Finger's hysterical wailing, he didn't show any other expression, but instead discussed things with Little Finger.
"Have you thought it through? If not, I have a second course of treatment. I wasn't very familiar with your body before, but now I am."
The little finger becomes decisive.
"I've thought it through, Mr. Jiang Xueming! I want to end this religious ritual! To end this painful cycle! I will no longer believe in this 'Madness Butterfly."
Earlier --
--About six hours ago.
In South Sea City, United Kingdom.
In the ancient castle.
Sister Mary placed a severed arm in the center of the chapel and molded it into the shape of the Hand of Omnipotence.
"The followers of the Hand of Omnipotence are a bunch of useless idiots. I will place the spoils in my chapel so you can see this hand every day and witness its ugliness—remember, those who cannot protect their faith are weak and ugly, and ugliness will lead to death."
The true owner of this severed arm is 9527.
The Steel Heart on her palm flickered, echoing the other half of the wedding ring as Xue Ming became fully absorbed in her work.
Sister Mary smiled broadly, as if she had found a treasure, and took off the ring, putting it on her own finger.
"Look! This ring, this gemstone, it's absolutely gorgeous!"
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, atop the Sakura Building, the tallest building in Yangon.
While offering words of advice to a disheartened man contemplating suicide after his business failed, Thumb Brother was also messaging Sister Mary.
"I can tolerate your insults to my sect. But we are of the same origin and lineage as the Madness Butterfly Sect. As the leader of the Hand of Omnipotence, I must tell you something, Mary. Take my advice: quickly discard that arm and return the ring."
The text message isn't finished being edited yet.
--The disheartened person has already jumped.
He covered his face with his Thumb, there was nothing he could do.
Finally, I sent the message out without intending to say anything more.
You're in big trouble.