Five hundred years passed in a flash. The young man and young woman were reincarnated in Los Angeles one after another. When the young woman turned twenty, the Evil Python attacked again...
Russell finished reviewing the entire plot just as the eight Reincarnators determined a winner. The final victor was not the female Reincarnator who appeared to be the temporary captain, but the one who had just held Russell hostage with a dagger.
Not only was this guy's dagger poisoned, but his blood was also toxic. Even a single piss from him could make the ground smoke. He was practically a poisonous man destined to die alone.
By the end of the fight, he was covered in blood. The other Reincarnators had let their guard down for a moment and fallen for it, all dying as the poison took effect.
"Impressive. You were even this ruthless with yourself. You'll surely accomplish great things in the future!"
Russell applauded, frightening the Reincarnator into trembling as he raised his dagger defensively.
He had broken free of the mental control by now, but the memories remained. It felt as if his soul had stood aside as a spectator, watching his body lose control and shudder as it fought his temporary teammates.
In his eyes, Russell wore an angel's wings but was a demon through and through.
"Don't be stupid. I'm not a demon."
Russell's reply made the Reincarnator's legs shake violently. He forced a smile onto his face. "I can team up with you and obey all your orders. I... I've already proven that I have the qualifications and ability."
He had sharp instincts, but Russell had no need for him. A mental shock followed by Soul Control shattered the Reincarnator's soul, after which Russell muttered an incantation and stuffed another soul into