How to obtain someone else's system was a technical matter. The difficulty was that there were no operating instructions.
In Kun Peng's memories, he had never encountered any other system holders. The Demon Master system was also quite mechanical, without even a beginner's guide.
Unlike the Idiot System in Russell's hands, whose system spirit had practically become sentient and learned to haggle with its host.
With no instructions and no examples to learn from, Russell had no clue. Nor did he ask his own Idiot System.
The answer was obvious. Russell did not consider himself a devil, so he would not voluntarily send it electricity.
Though he did not know this and did not know that, there was one thing he knew very clearly: the first step to obtaining a system was killing its original holder.
The kind where the Divine Soul was utterly destroyed!
Russell was familiar with this sort of thing. He raised a hand and drew a match, struck it against the sole of his shoe to light it, then burned the film reel inside Kun Peng's mind.
Next, his pencil sketched out a black, chubby fellow—a pitch-black bomb with a line of white lettering on it.
It began with a 1 and ended with a T, with more than a dozen zeroes and an ellipsis in between.
It was clearly an object of terrible menace!
After tossing the chubby fellow into Kun Peng's forehead, Russell gently closed the door, put away a chicken wing, covered his ears, and waited quietly.
Boom!
With a muffled blast, Kun Peng's body shuddered. His brow twitched as black smoke began pouring from his mouth, and his surging demonic power ebbed away like the tide, as though he might die at any moment.
Yet he just would not die!
Russell could