Declaring Failure

"Hmph, you're quite cautious, aren't you?" The other party snorted coldly, rolling her eyes impatiently. "It's because you're cheap. The guy next door would probably require me to use two Corpse to get rid of him."

Alright, so he was considered cheap after all.

Thor glanced at the other two level-one apprentice Corpse, which she seemed to have already started selecting.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle," the cold senior sister urged.

Thor had no choice but to clutch that soft leather mask and walk toward the corner.

Just as he was about to step into the magic circle, a rustling sound made him freeze in his tracks.

The Hardcover Book grew larger, flew in front of him, and unfolded.

Mocking text appeared once again.

[Shuoyue Calendar Year 314, July 11th, Today is truly a good day. Knowing you lack materials, someone has delivered a Corpse to you.

You will obediently put on the "Absolute Domain of a Maiden's Purity," sit honestly in the magic circle, and carefully observe the three Corpse.

Huh, why can't you see the presence of the evil spirit? You turn your head again—did your eyes deceive you? Why is the evil spirit on Peggy?

Oh ho ho ho... you really were seeing things; that germaphobic evil spirit is clearly on you!

Tonight, Peggy will write in the mission log: Processed a total of three level-one apprentice Corpse today.]

Thor knew that good things falling from the sky would never happen to him so easily!!!

Anyone who promotes high returns with no cost is a big liar!

Don't be greedy for small gains, and you won't be deceived!

Thor decisively decided to give up and refuse this assistance.

The words on the diary appeared again, and at one glance, Thor's eyes nearly split from rage.

Good grief, this time the senior sister would turn hostile and kill him directly.

"What are you dawdling for? Why aren't you going in yet?" The tone of Peggy behind him already carried obvious impatience.

Thor turned around slowly, a smile on his face that looked worse than crying.

"Senior sister, I feel like one level-one apprentice Corpse isn't quite enough."

Peggy widened her eyes and asked in disbelief, "You want two?"

"No, no, I'm not that greedy. It's just that I've been doing experiments lately and I'm short on a few materials."

The names of various materials spilled from Thor's mouth, while his brain raced to think of a way to cope.

Destroy the magic circle?

No, the Hardcover Book mocked Thor's intelligence and told him he would die under the combined assault of the evil spirit and Peggy.

Thor thought of two other methods, but both were rejected by the Hardcover Book in an instant.

"What kind of nonsense is this? Where am I supposed to get materials right now?"

Thor smiled bitterly, continuing to stall for time.

"Senior sister, you're in a hurry, right? I think your mission log today will probably say: Processed a total of one level-one apprentice Corpse today. Isn't that right?"

Peggy narrowed her eyes.

"You're quite clever. That's right, I'll hide the level-two apprentice Corpse. If you report me afterward, I have plenty of ways to kill you."

As she spoke, she took a bulging silver bag from her bosom and threw it into Thor's arms.

Thor caught it, and the bag emitted a crisp, rattling sound.

It was actually a large bag of Magic Crystal!

"These things can buy at least ten times the materials you just mentioned. Get in there quickly! If you dawdle again, I'll break your legs and throw you in myself."

"Many thanks, senior sister."

Thor tucked the money bag into his chest, held the mask, walked into the magic circle, and sat down obediently.

"Put the mask on!"

Peggy urged him once more, her voice no longer able to hide her murderous intent.

"Right, I'm just checking which side is the front."

Thor flipped the mask over in his hands, and at the same time, he used his fingernail to pry open the seal of the small bottle he was clutching in his palm.

This was the solution he had thought of at the last moment, and the Hardcover Book did not mock his manner of death again.

The "Absolute Domain of a Maiden's Purity" and the "germaphobic evil spirit" reminded him of the bottle of "Ultimate Filth of the Elemental Fairy" he kept in his chest.

With the evil spirit and senior sister Peggy's strength far exceeding his own, Thor could only gamble on the escape route the Hardcover Book had chosen for him.

While flipping the mask, Thor poured more than half of the potion onto it.

As he put the mask on, a faint, fishy stench rushed into his nasal cavity.

The mask seemed to have adhesive properties, immediately sticking firmly to Thor's face.

"I've already polluted this absolute domain. If you're truly a germaphobe, you'd better not come looking for me!"

On the other side.

Peggy had been on the verge of exploding, but that damn new apprentice had finally sat down properly within the magic circle she had drawn.

Of course, the magic circle Thor was sitting in served no actual purpose; the one doing the real work was the mask on his face.

Peggy kept a straight face, enduring the stinging pain caused by the friction between her thighs, and walked to the center of the candles.

She took off her wide outer robe, revealing a dress that looked like pajamas and her fair, slender calves.

Kicking off her short boots, she exposed a pair of equally fair, delicate feet.

The skin was tender, similar in color to the mask on Thor's face.

"Keep an eye on those three corpses. If you see black smoke rising from any of them, remember to tell me! That evil spirit shifts very quickly, and I must determine its position immediately."

"Yes."

"Begin."

Peggy raised her hands, each hand rapidly performing different gestures.

At the same time, she began to chant incantations silently.

The candles on the ground suddenly flared to life all at once.

The magic runes on the ceiling, walls, and floor twitched like living worms.

Only the magic circle around Thor remained quiet and still.

Thor dutifully watched the three corpses.

The changes in the room grew more intense.

The candle flames surged to a meter in height, twisting constantly as if they were living people being burned, and faint screams drifted into Thor's ears.

The black patterns on the ground constantly separated and reorganized, like a group of stick figures dancing around a bonfire.

In a trance, Thor felt as if those stick figures had stood up from the ground, waving their flat bodies and cheering for a leap in the quality of their lives.

"Tell me quickly! Where is the evil spirit?"

A sharp female voice rang out, interrupting Thor's observation.

Thor shifted his gaze, staring unblinkingly at Peggy.

"Senior sister, it's on you!" he said coldly.

Peggy's movements paused, and she spun around abruptly, her face covered in black threads, looking like a demon.

"Look again!"

In Thor's eyes, those black threads were pulling away from Peggy's skin, rapidly forming a twisted, hideous ghost face.

The ghost face's empty eye sockets were as wide as its gaping mouth; once it converged in the air, it immediately lunged toward Thor's position.

It opened its mouth wide, and black, thread-like saliva dripped all over the floor.

BOOM!

Thor's body jerked backward as if something had slammed into him; a wave of dizziness and a cold sensation radiated from the mask.

But before he could recover, that sensation recoiled violently, as if a hand had touched a red-hot iron pot.

He forced himself to endure the swelling and soreness of his eyes, opening them through his tears to look, only to see the black evil spirit crawling back into Peggy's body with a pained expression.

"Ah—" Peggy let out a terrified scream, "How could this happen!?"

The black face of the evil spirit was deeply imprinted onto Peggy's face, and then Peggy's voice turned hoarse and unpleasant.

"Ugh!!! So disgusting!! So disgusting!!!" Peggy's body convulsed, her mouth wide open, vomiting black, thick fluid.

"How could there be such disgusting filth! You woman, you actually lied to me; that wasn't the purest virgin at all! It's a disgusting man!!!"

"Get out, you filthy evil spirit!" Peggy was also struggling desperately to break free from the spirit's control.

Two souls began to fight within Peggy's body.

In the corner, Thor ripped the mask off his face and gasped for air.

It wasn't that he wanted to prove he was a pure virgin, but rather that the mask had become incredibly foul-smelling after being briefly possessed by the evil spirit—so much so that even Thor, who was already immune to the stench of the Corpse Room, couldn't stand it.

Every extra second he wore it, he felt like dying from disgust!

In the chaos, the Hardcover Book popped out.

[Shuoyue Calendar Year 314, July 11th, Sunny

What a marvelous reaction.

A piece of fresh maiden skin, a bit of elemental fairy filth, and a wisp of a germaphobic cursed spirit have actually refined into an Intimidation Mask of the Necromancer!

Ugh!

But you'll have to find a way to get rid of the stench on it first.]

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