The Name Entered in the Book of the Dead

"I didn't call anyone?"

When the militia leader of White Key shouted those words, everyone present was not quite in their right mind.

Only one of the War Gang's leaders came to his senses, and seeing Crow's dejected and frustrated expression, he finally understood the host-guest relationship between Valhalla Princess and the War Gang brothers—she hadn't been brought here by someone; she had clearly come to them on her own initiative!

"The War King is indeed the War King! Yes!"

Upon hearing this, all the chamber of commerce representatives and militia leaders fell into a deathly silence.

Having undergone trials within the inner city of the Dead Puppet Agency Royal Court, Glory gained the ability to conceal her aura and spiritual pressure. She regained her offensive mimicry and returned to her peak condition of twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Now she appears harmless, with the same breathing rate, metabolic rate, and muscle condition as an ordinary person—except for those two exaggerated thighs, though even the princesses of the Valhalla Palace have legs like that.

"Heh. This brother is joking." White Key's militia leader was sweating profusely, seemingly sensing something, and vehemently denied the fact. He couldn't accept it; he wasn't ready to die.

Koruyaf hadn't been drinking. The moment he saw Glory push open the door and enter, he was overjoyed. This woman was extraordinary; she was the princess he had ever seen who most resembled the War King!

The more he looked at her, the more he liked her, and the more his heart fluttered. So, seizing the opportunity, he called out to White Key, "This Jiali, are you willing to part with her? I'm willing to offer myself."

"Bang!--"

The bullet emerged from the barrel of the Glock 17, spinning rapidly, severing Koruyaf's fingers, knocking off his tongue that had been raised in his enthusiastic and impassioned speech, cutting a bloody gash between his thick lips and teeth, and emerging from behind his ear.

The gun in Glory's hand spewed smoke, her eyes were fixed on something, seemingly unfocused, but in reality she was observing the whole situation.

At the same time, the six sober gang leaders simultaneously drew their guns and returned fire. As they stood up, before they could even raise their arms, they were hit by two bullets in the torso. The impact of the bullets made their bodies tremble, making it impossible for them to aim. Then, their heads exploded and blood spurted from their eye sockets.

After killing four of them, Glory calmly changed to a new magazine. The arm of the steel cat emerged from her body, and she grabbed Crow, ordering Fragrant Dream to complete the reload.

Before the sleeve could relock, two more combat officers had already stood up completely! They had also raised their FNXs!

Glory raised her leg and kicked the merchant representative in front of her.

--This despicable "Master Huang" had no time to dodge; everything happened too fast. A tremendous force stomped on his back, making him feel as if his intestines were about to be squeezed out of his throat!

He leaned forward, vomiting all the wine and meat in his stomach, which, along with fragments of his entrails, turned into scalding sour soup and splashed onto the other side of the table!

Two armed officers who were returning fire were unable to dodge in time, and one of them was instantly blinded by the vomit.

Now look at the other one! Just as his finger was about to slip into the trigger guard, he strangely discovered that the muzzle of the gun involuntarily rose upwards!

The chamber of commerce representative slammed his head against the table! The impact sent the other end of the wooden board bouncing back, striking the gunman of the war gang leader. The gun flew off and pointed directly at the leader's own chin.

"Bang!--"

Glory continued kicking.

"Bang!--"

Gunshots rang out again.

"Bang!--"

She kicked him, and the chamber of commerce representative slammed his head against the table, using the tabletop to strike the arm of the enemy at the opposite table, thus pulling the trigger that caused the enemy to take his own life.

Only after all fifteen bullets of the FNX-45 were fired did this war gang leader go to the Book of Ghosts in the underworld to write his name.

In just a few seconds, she killed six people. The unfortunate man whose eyes were splashed with stomach acid didn't even have time to fire his gun before his skull separated from his head, and a bloody eyeball fell into Koruyaf's cutlery.

Jimmy was terrified. He never imagined that taking a job as a hostess would involve such a huge risk to his life. This wasn't right! This wasn't right! Even executing a criminal required a procedure! There had to be a court hearing before being sent to the execution ground to be eaten like peanuts!

"I've found out some things." After killing the war gang leaders present, Glory stopped firing. The merchant representative she kicked was relatively sturdy, only suffering a few broken ribs, and was slumped on the table, still alive.

The King of Hell snapped Crow's neck, tossed him aside, and then spoke politely to the few "righteous" people present.

"This kid told me they're going to continue their old business of human trafficking and forcing women into prostitution, so they followed me here. They just happened to see you guys having a meal together. Are you familiar with these six remnants of the War Gang?"

No one answered.

--Because it was too fast, too sudden.

From Glory entering the room and shooting someone, to snapping Crow's neck, and then the interrogation process.

It's only been twenty seconds, just a short twenty seconds.

A tremendous fear weighed on everyone's hearts; blood was still flowing from Koruyaf's mouth, and his tongue burned with pain.

Both militia leaders clutched their chests, the sudden terror and violence causing the alcohol in their bodies to spread rapidly, making their hearts ache so badly they couldn't utter a single word.

Other chamber of commerce representatives, as well as a militia leader from the "Piano Line" faction, were in the same situation.

Glory nearly kicked an "innocent colleague" to death simply because he was smart enough to be used as a murderous football prop—they dared not speak to him, fearing they would become the next football.

Jimmy was terrified. He slumped down next to Koruyaf, clinging to his "godfather's" leg. He had thought this gathering was a golden opportunity to rise to the top. He had finally gotten this wonderful job, and he knew how rare and amazing this stroke of luck was.

He was a fairly cultured man, having read the story of the Clean Altar Messenger in Journey to the West. Wasn't it just a matter of eating and drinking to rise to the ranks of immortals? What wrong had he done? Why should such a good person face a gun?

"No one's speaking?" Glory pulled up the victim in the middle, whose bones were broken and whose breath was fading.

She had just kicked this merchant lord fifteen times, and now the bones in her spine had moved to her chest; she was about to die.

"I know you are all good people, law-abiding citizens of Lieyang Fort. I would never kill innocent people indiscriminately, so you can rest assured."

Jimmy frantically shook Koruyaf's arm, trying to get his adoptive father to translate, as he couldn't understand the War King's words.

How should we translate Koruyaf? His tongue was rotting, and weak moans escaped from his throat and neck.

Glory picked up the unfortunate man's arm, pinched her fingers, unlocked the phone's fingerprint lock, and opened social media.

"Oh! He's an old acquaintance of these war gang leaders. Looks like I didn't kill the wrong person?"

White Key's face immediately changed, and he let out a shrill scream, "War King! War King! No no no! No no no no no! Stop investigating! Stop looking!"

Glory glanced at White Key, and in that one glance— White Key's leader immediately fell silent, as if bewitched, and dared not utter another word.

She opened the call log and pressed redial.

Counting past the guild master, the first close friend immediately clutched his phone, but couldn't muffle the ringing.

"--Bang!"

Gunshots rang out again, and another life was lost.

Glory's expression was one of serene beauty and solemnity.

"Speak up, say something! Explain something! Don't tell riddles!"

Dial the second number, and the merchant friend sitting next to her, as if he'd dropped a bomb, cried out to Glory with a mournful face, "I'm innocent! War King, I'm innocent! I was tricked into coming here by Koruyaf!"

"Bang!--"

Glory continued, "Stop talking nonsense. I kill based on evidence. You're sitting at the same table with these cannibals, so you'd better prove you're good people."

Jimmy quickly opened his phone to delete Koruyaf's contact information. He didn't recognize this godfather; he couldn't recognize him anymore!

I dialed the third number, but before it could be connected...

--One of the chamber of commerce representatives was very self-aware; he stood up with his gun to face death, but before he could even raise his arm, his head exploded.

"Very honest! I admire honest people!" Glory turned her gun around and looked at Black Key, who was instinctively on guard and about to draw his weapon. "Do you want to be an honest child too?"

The fighting spirit that Black Key had just mustered was shattered at this moment; he was like an infant in front of the War King.

Looking at the corpses beside him, each one was mangled and decapitated, utterly mutilated. Only then did he break free from the hazy illusion and the poison of alcohol, breaking out in a cold sweat. He finally understood that the arrogant, Ming De War King was truly standing before him.

Others followed suit, like sheep being whipped, trying to turn off their phones and stop the deadly ringing.

Just like the traditional customs of the Nameless Ones, anyone who stays in the cannibals' social circle will die. They will kill their way through the contact list, from those starting with A to those starting with Z in WeChat Moments, leaving no one untouched.

"You've learned your lesson! Very good!" Glory, clutching her phone and gun, explained the new conditions and new rules of the game to the quick-witted survivors, "Now no one will be able to open their phones and say anything strange to your families or subordinates, right?"

White Key was quick-witted. "I had no idea that Glory was still in Lieyang Fort! I had no idea! I was just passing by, here at Black Pit Bar to drown my sorrows!"

Black Key immediately chimed in, "Yes! I came with this brother! Our militia suffered heavy casualties! War King! How could you be celebrating your victory at such a critical moment, scavenging for food on the corpses of your brothers? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The militia leader of the Qin Line was a typical honest man, and he continued, "I won't spread the news. War King, I won't. What happened today is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me. I have no intention of betraying Ming De, and I would never betray you."

"Hmm." Glory seemed to be negotiating with these scumbags, as if there was something to talk about. "Keep eating, and tell me about the dishes at your restaurant?"

Koruyaf's eyes widened as he finally caught his breath from the intense pain. His voice was hoarse and he was panting heavily. He gripped his phone and forced a smile to prove that he had turned it off, that he had completely submitted to the War King's authority, and that he would never reveal the War King's whereabouts to anyone else.

"Glory"

"What did you call me?" Glory toyed with her gun, a bullet ricocheting from the ejection port and squeezing back into the chamber. "What did you call me? Koruyaf? I remember you! What did you just call me?"

Koruyaf: "War King! Your Majesty, War King War King!"

"No, no, no! No! That's not it!" Glory shook her head. "No, you just called me Jiali, you called me a princess, you called me a high-class prostitute—that's what you said."

Enraged, Black Key drew his gun and tried to kill his uncle, displaying an air of righteous indignation and self-sacrifice.

Glory pounded the table fiercely, and suddenly a wooden stick shot up and hit Black Key's hand. It was just a hair's breadth away from Black Key following in the footsteps of the gang leader and almost getting himself shot.

Glory: "Who gave you permission to have a gun, Black Key Kid?"

Gunfire scorched Black Key's eyebrows, and he was too frightened to move. The bullet was just a millimeter away from his chin, cutting his mouth, grazing his nose, hitting the ceiling, breaking his fingers on the table, and loosening the magazine.

Black Key immediately explained, "This old bastard dared to insult Anonymous! My inner sense of justice is burning fiercely, and I cannot stand idly by!"

"Bullshit! You shameless bastard!" Glory's face changed, her gaze sweeping over everyone present, including Jimmy. "You deformed freaks that even hell wouldn't accept, parasites that gnaw on the weak and suck their blood. Did you really think I had anything to say to you? Any business to discuss?"

"Koruyaf, do you know why I fired the first shot at you the moment I walked in?"

Koruyaf asked anxiously, "You accidentally fired! You wanted to punish me! You couldn't bear to kill me, could you!"

"I met a girl named Elena at the White Key's asylum," Glory, kicking aside the corpse beside her and sitting down to talk to Koruyaf.

She said she was under seventeen, had lost all her memories from three years ago, and couldn't remember how old she was.

"To satisfy the selfish desires of you beasts and scum, how many more Elena have become princesses of the Valhalla Palace? They're just children! You've turned them into tools for making money, and even after finally escaping that hellhole, they're still forced to abduct women for the War Gang, becoming accomplices to the devil."

"I cut your tongue out because I don't want to hear another word of your nonsense! To prevent more dog shit from spewing from your mouth! Why don't you think I kill you? Guess! I'll give you three chances; guess right and I'll spare your life!"

Koruyaf racked his brains but couldn't come up with a solution!

He tried hard to think, trying to recall all the changes that had just happened. He breathed heavily, trying to get his clever brain working at full speed.

"You don't like seeing me! I'm leaving right now!"

Glory: "No."

Koruyaf: "You're busy dealing with these remnants of the war gang! That's why you can't spare a fatal blow for me?"

Glory: "That's not right either."

Koruyaf: "I still have value! I can provide some intelligence! I can write a list for you!"

Glory: "None of them are correct."

At this point, the Black Key and White Key could barely come up with some reason, as could the militia leader of the piano string—they were all from the new generation, with the Black Key representing the children of the chapter's soldiers, learning knightly combat skills under the guidance of the gunsmith.

The reason why Koruyaf didn't die on the spot was simple. Glory pushed open the door and entered. According to seniority, Koruyaf was seated facing the door in the host's position, with Jimmy, who was sticking to her side like glue, beside her. According to the War King, she never killed innocent people indiscriminately. If she smashed Koruyaf's hypothalamus, the resulting bullet fragments would most likely injure Jimmy.

From this shooting angle, the bullet would tear open Koruyaf's mouth, causing a penetrating injury. Jimmy would not be hurt; instead, he would be frightened and leave Koruyaf's side.

There was another reason: the War King only had seventeen bullets in her Glock, and she didn't want to waste her firepower on this fat pig—there were six War Gang officers at the table, and she would have to reload at least once to ensure she could kill all of them.

They all knew the answer because they were always risking their lives on the front lines. But Koruyaf didn't know; his mind was no longer shaped like a warrior's.

The Black Key and White Key understood each other implicitly, neither revealing the answer.

They strictly adhered to table manners and would never offer any advice to Koruyaf.

"Can't figure it out? Is that it?" Glory executed him without hesitation, brandishing her gun.

The bullet struck Koruyaf's obese body; avoid vital organs if possible!

She repeatedly pulled the trigger, aiming for the veteran's crotch, shooting through the table and exploding his groin, then loading in ten bullets before continuing upwards!

Koruyaf's body trembled, his face filled with disbelief, the pain rendering him unable to utter a sound.

After emptying the magazine, Glory riddled the ogre with bullets, leaving several bloody craters.

She changed to a new magazine and then fired seventeen bullets down from his abdomen, causing blood to gush from Koruyaf's mouth and nose, his blood pressure to spike, and his manhood to turn into mincemeat, though he was not completely dead yet.

He didn't suffer from severe bleeding, the blood vessels in his two thighs were intact, and there was no widespread infection. The destructive power of the nine-millimeter bullet remained entirely inside this fat pig's body, and he would suffer for a very long time before finally dying.

He still had a breath left, his body stiffened, and he slightly straightened his legs in the chair before instantly turning into a puddle of mud, completely giving up resistance and unable to speak. He was still alive, still living in pain and shame.

"Give me the gun!" Glory shouted.

Black Key tensed up, seemingly seeing Koruyaf's miserable state, and was immediately controlled by the War King's command!

He tossed the FNX over, picked up the magazine, and tossed it over as well. "Well done! War King!"

But what Black Key didn't expect was that he personally gave Death God a new scythe.

Glory went on a killing spree as soon as she got her new gun, smashing the heads of the guests one by one! She was afraid that the Glock's 9mm bullets wouldn't have enough stopping power. In exchange, the FNX of the Black Key militia immediately changed his tune, transforming from a vicious torturer into Death God only did his work and never talked!

White Key tried to fight back, but this time he didn't even have time to use the Expel Weapon Spell; he was killed on the spot the moment he made a move!

Glory had been in this scene for far too long. She had a general idea of the composition of the dozen or so guests present. She knew that she should figure out the components of the target to be slaughtered and start by cutting the tough, rotten meat!

Perhaps the three militia representatives will regret it on their way to the afterlife.

--If I had fought back from the beginning, would I have had a chance to escape?

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs." We only have one life.

In the end, only Black Key survived, clinging to life. Jimmy, the underling who served drinks to Koruyaf, also died a gruesome death, his head missing, and he went to the underworld with his employer.

"Keep guessing, little Black Key, keep guessing, why should we spare your life?" Glory squatted down next to Black Key.

Black Key was shot in the chest and abdomen. He was struggling to survive with all his might, covering his head with his arms and curling up under the table. These survival skills were taught to him by his friends and family in the warband, and were all techniques that had been repeatedly verified in the knight combat skills course.

"War King... I... I..."

Overwhelmed with grief, he burst into tears, feeling the immense fear and sorrow of Death God knocking at his door.

"I shouldn't have done that, I regret it. I won't."

He was mentally unstable and nearly driven mad by fear.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, gunsmith teacher."

Glory picked up a bullet from the ground; it was the bullet that had been knocked out when Black Key's pistol magazine fell off earlier, and it had been lying near Black Key's feet.

She loaded the bullet into the gun and waved towards the door.

Elena, who had been peeking, was so frightened her legs went weak.

"Oh my god! Why are you waving at me? I'm still a child!"

Glory: "Come here."

Elena seemed to be under a spell; looking at the murderous tyrant, she walked towards him against her will.

Glory took out her phone (Black Key's ) and tapped it on the table.

"--What a feast! This bottle of wine could feed a grown child, ensuring they have food and meat at every meal from the beginning to the end of the year!"

Elena approached Glory then grasped the girl's hand and placed it on the trigger of the FNX-45. The moment the Black Key on the phone was turned on, a call came in.

"Is someone looking for you?"

Black Key's eyes lit up; this might be his only chance.

"Yes, yes, yes! There's a phone! Give it to me! Give it to me! I'll come and get you, I'll show you the way, I'll help you catch them! I want to atone for my sins!"

Glory tightened the trigger, and Elena's eyes hardened; she still couldn't remember her real name.

She still doesn't remember, and can't recall it anymore.

The bullet shattered the Black Key boy's head, and blood splattered all over Elena's face.

Glory answered the phone, not caring who the caller was; it seemed to be Black Key's mistress. She spoke to the person on the other end.

"Don't worry, he'll call you back in his next life."

After hanging up the phone, Elena gripped the gun, breathing heavily, her shoulders heaving, her eyes unfocused—she felt nauseous, almost vomiting, and tears streamed down her face.

"Mommy, Mommy, I killed someone!"

Glory took the pistol and ruffled Elena's hair.

"You've gotten your revenge, but it's not quite enough."