Remember to Show Your Chest When Asking Others for Help
The importance of the Magic Book to Pamela is self-evident. She personally translated, wrote, and annotated it, putting in a great deal of effort. She also planned to refine the book into a magical artifact after her resurrection.
"Leave the Magic Book, and you may leave alive!" Pamela issued her ultimatum.
Russell's smile vanished, replaced by a grave expression. He sensed the murderous intent and knew he had to say something to ease the tension.
"Sure, but your request is too hasty. Remember, when you ask someone for help, showing your chest makes you seem more sincere!" With that, Russell ran his blade across the cover of the Magic Book.
The air froze instantly!
"Little Wizard, I will refine your skin into a cover..."
Russell's reckless behavior was like lighting a powder keg; a terrifying, piercing scream suddenly filled the air, and endless black mist spread from Pamela's body.
The black mist spread incredibly fast. Russell heard faint wails from within it, felt his eardrums ringing, and his soul trembled. He knew something was wrong and pulled the trigger, but unexpectedly, the brand on the back of his hand, cast by the Witch, suddenly erupted.
The invading curse delayed Russell's reaction; the brand transformed into blood-red runes, spreading all the way up his arm. The arm, as if out of control, snapped off at the shoulder, clutching the Magic Book, and flew into the black mist.
As a zombie, he doesn't feel much pain even if he loses an arm. After the brand left his body, Russell's nerves returned to normal, and he raised his gun to fire continuously at the Magic Book.
With his Pistol Mastery, he could hit every shot within 50 meters. However, the black mist was clearly Pamela's ultimate move. Bullets that entered it were like being stuck in mud, their kinetic energy blocked, slowly slowing down until they came to a complete stop.
"Muscle manipulation 900%..."
Russell bent his legs, his whole body muscles tensed, the muscle lines on his body twisted, and his body swelled up to become a muscular wooden statue. Blood splattered wildly for more than ten meters from his broken shoulder.
The next second, he was launched out with a bang, his afterimage lingering, the ground exploded into a huge crater, and winding cracks spread outwards like a spider web.
Whoosh—
A fierce wind swept across, blowing the black mist ahead into a depression. The air boom caused by Russell's impact created hurricanes wherever it passed, and the ground was torn up.
Russell held the Desert Eagle God's blade, which was wrapped in blue light, upright in front of his chest, cleaving through the black mist to clear a path.
However, once he ventured deeper into the black fog, Russell discovered that things were not so simple. The slowing of the bullets was not due to the density of the black fog, but rather because the black fog itself had a curse effect that slowed down, deprived, and deprived him of energy.
Russell was no exception; his momentum slowed, the power in his muscles dissipated like a tide, and worse, the black mist was depriving him of his senses, making his thinking sluggish.
Muscle manipulation 930%...950%...980%...1000%
"Drink!"
Russell let out a low shout, and a vortex of energy erupted around him, causing his clothes to rustle. His bones creaked and trembled, his muscles twitched and emitted tearing cries, and intense pain surged through him—symptoms he had never experienced before.
His power was being continuously drained by the black mist and then frantically replenished. His body was on the verge of collapse. The intense pain cleared Russell's mind considerably. Knowing that time was running out, he stomped his foot, creating a depression in the ground, and thrust his gun at Pamela in front of him.
The ten-meter distance was covered in an instant. Pamela saw Russell rushing in front of her, but she didn't pay any attention to it and caught the falling Magic Book.
Having unleashed her ultimate attack, Pamela's figure became transparent, and due to the massive energy consumption, her body faded at a visible speed. However, none of that mattered anymore; having obtained the Magic Book, she would recover in the blink of an eye.
It's an authentic copy!
Having obtained the Magic Book, Pamela checked it again, skillfully channeling her mental energy into the Magic Book within, retrieving the Magic Power she had previously left behind.
It has no Magic Power, but its suction force is frighteningly strong.
Suddenly, the Magic Book unleashed a powerful suction force, frantically drawing away Pamela's spiritual energy. Just as she was shocked and panicked, trying to throw the Magic Book, it became incredibly hot, like red-hot iron, sticking to her hand and becoming impossible to separate from her.
Pamela's spiritual energy dissipated like a flood, and her body faded to the extreme. But it wasn't over yet. The nightmare suddenly descended, and the Magic Book rebounded all the spiritual energy it had absorbed, shattering her spirit into pieces.
Pamela's weakened soul cracked with fine lines; she couldn't express her terror, nor did she understand what had happened.
Why is the Magic Book turning against me?
These were Pamela's last thoughts. The next second, she was cut in half by Russell's blue light blade. With a deafening explosion of Magic Power, she turned into specks of light that floated everywhere.
As soon as Pamela died, the black mist vanished quickly. Russell staggered and fell to the ground, picking up his arm and reattaching it. He muttered to himself, "Sorry, the Magic Book was indeed written by you, but I've already bound it."
Item Card: Vohrs Manuscript (Truth in the Eyes of a Madman, or Cursed Wisdom)
Russell's Wealth Points were still rapidly depleting, and he was bleeding money. Reluctant to throw his small amount of money into a bottomless pit, he closed Aikawa Ayumu's Character Card, took out a bottle of "Sister Juice," and drank it down.
Once you lose your integrity, it's hard to get it back!
But it doesn't matter, no one saw it anyway.
[Bite!]
[Host has completed the World Quest, clearing out the devil's minions and sending them all back to Hell. Mission rewards are now being calculated.]
[Bite!]
[Rewards are as follows: 8 points of Free Attribute Points, 40,000 Wealth Points, and three Lottery Draw.]
[Bite!]
[The host has completed the World Quest. You may immediately end the world's progress, or remain in this world for a maximum of 24 hours. Please decide as soon as possible!]
Is Pamela also a minion of the devil?
Yes, no one can make a deal with the devil. The clever Witch thought it was a fair deal, but little did she know that she was just a pawn in the devil's game.
Russell grimaced as he got up from the floor, his muscles still aching slightly. It wasn't from lactic acid buildup in his muscles compressing blood vessels and obstructing blood flow, but rather from psychological reasons. Those few blows had really hurt, and he was still traumatized by them.
"System, why are the rewards for this mission so generous? Is it because the difficulty has increased?"
Compared to the World Quest of the Eight Legged Freaks, the rewards this time are much more generous. Leaving aside the Wealth Points, the lottery has been increased from one reward to three.
"The difficulty is one aspect, but another is that you, Dad, wiped out all the demon's minions all by yourself. The first two worlds relied on external forces, so the evaluation was not as high as this one."
"Even leveraging external forces won't work?" Russell raised an eyebrow. One person alone cannot accomplish anything. He wasn't arrogant enough to think that completing a few missions would allow him to challenge everyone and everything.
"Yes, but the rating will be lower."
"What do you mean? Can't I even use my brain?"
Russell felt that the person who set the rules was out of their mind; how could you play the infinite flow game without taking advantage of the situation?
Let someone else take advantage of you!
Russell didn't want to continue the topic. He had already made up his mind to take advantage of the situation. Both F-level and SSS-level ratings were for completing the mission. Even if the rewards were generous and tempting, he would still have to be alive to enjoy them.
Heroes may be fearless and reckless for a time, but only those who survive to the end truly become kings!
Yes, you guys are awesome, but once you're all dead, I'll be the awesomeest!
"Uncle Luo, should we return immediately or stay until the 24 hours are up?"
"Wait a minute, let me think about the Lamborghini... Bringing it back to the real world would be a hassle, let's just throw it away. Someone as low-key as me can just drive a minivan." Russell picked up the two Magic Book on the ground, one was from Character Card, and the other was the original manuscript of Witch.
Russell put away his own bound Magic Book, and smashed the other one with the Blade and threw it into the toilet. This thing was a menace if he kept it; he could just leave it behind, but he couldn't let it pose a threat to others.
In the bathroom, Russell flushed the toilet, and suddenly the ceiling light went out...
No, the lights weren't on at all during the day; it's the ceiling and walls that are dark!
A red light flashed, Russell stared in disbelief as black mud gushed from the toilet, from which a hand with razor-sharp claws emerged.
How disgusting, no, how terrifying!
[Bite!]
[The host has come into contact with the story character, the devil (a projected clone), triggering Lottery Draw. Eight chances to draw are granted. Do you wish to draw now?]
Holy crap, the devil's entrance was so lame!
"System, return immediately, right now!"
As soon as Russell finished speaking, he vanished in an instant with a whoosh, while the arm remained frozen in place, retracting after a moment of silence.
A little awkward...
Although it would be a bonus to save this chapter for tomorrow's release, I can't stop updating twice a day. Even if I flop, I should still be a virtuous flop and release it as it is!