Another One Who Shut Down

Jennifer's head was pulled out of the lake. This heartless woman showed no shame whatsoever for being repeatedly abused after her resurrection.

"So what if I'm a noob? I may be a noob, but I can still bully ordinary people!"

Jennifer enjoys material pleasures. She would rather spend an entire day shopping than spend a single minute thinking about how to improve her strength. As she herself said, she would be content as long as she could bully ordinary people.

Russell said nothing. He could Enslavement Jennifer's soul, but he couldn't change her will. Before gaining Immortal Body, Jennifer was just a spoiled high school girl who loved handsome guys, flowers, and applause, and dreamed of a life of luxury. She couldn't and would never become the warrior Russell wanted.

The three arrived at the Chevrolet; the trunk had exploded, with cement and body panels scattered everywhere. The chassis was damaged, both rear wheels were totaled, and the car was undrivable. They had no choice but to walk back to Mug Town.

Jennifer complained incessantly that if she walked back to town, her legs would be as thick as carrots the next day. Russell ignored her complaints and, while navigating the Deadly Curve, went to the lair of the Mutant Cannibal ogres and destroyed the second magical coordinate.

A sewage well flowing with an unknown substance!

Don't let the fact that Deadly Curve is a blood-soaked movie and not suitable for watching while eating noodles fool you; its central message is a call for environmental protection, reminding people that excessive consumption of the natural environment will lead to disastrous consequences, which will ultimately be experienced by humanity itself.

It was already evening when they got home, and because of Jason, they couldn't even flag down a ride that went their way.

Jennifer rushed into the bathroom as soon as she entered the room, skipping dinner to diet and maintain her figure. She said she would do leg-slimming exercises and then go to sleep for beauty sleep.

Russell couldn't understand why a non-human would be so concerned about these things, but thinking about it, it made some sense. Immortal Body and a good physique are two different things. Wolverine also trained for more than ten years to get that physique, and when he first appeared, he was only slightly stronger than Star-Lord.

Russell ordered takeout for dinner and went to the basement, where he had Jason pry Michael out of the concrete.

If Jason could be Enslavement, then Michael should be able to as well; the previous failure was due to using the wrong methods. Considering that Michael was a taciturn but action-oriented man, Russell decided to have Jason communicate with him. Both were ruthless and taciturn killers; those in the same profession should have common ground.

Michael: "..."

Jason: "..."

Russell found a stool and sat down, watching the two powerful killers, Michael and Jason, exchange silent glances. The atmosphere was extremely eerie. Russell involuntarily swallowed and picked up a can of cola to calm his nerves.

Boom!

Jason was the first to move, grabbing Michael's shoulders with both hands and slamming him against the wall with a thud.

Michael struggled and grabbed Jason's arm, trying to break free, but Jason was unmoved. He raised a hand and pressed Michael's head against the wall.

Click! Crack!

The sound of a skull cracking...

If the previous versions of Jason and Michael were roughly equal in terms of skill, the current version is completely one-sided. Michael hasn't been enhanced and is being utterly crushed.

The exchange was so brutal that it practically blew his brains out. Russell admitted he couldn't handle it; he wasn't good at communication and usually relied on cheat codes.

At the end of the first round, Russell attempted to Enslavement Michael, but failed as before.

But it doesn't matter. With enough effort, even an iron rod can be ground into a needle. Only those with perseverance and willpower can succeed. Russell wasn't in a hurry; he had plenty of time.

A moment later, Michael recovered, Russell snapped his the Snap, and Jason immediately rushed over.

Click!

Michael was broken in a V-shape at the waist, the second round ended, and the Enslavement failed once again.

In the third round, Jason ripped Michael's head off, pulling his spine out of his chest cavity, and he died a gruesome death.

They still failed to Enslavement!

Round 5...

In the tenth round, Jason punched Michael's chest until it was a bloody mess!

Russell didn't attempt Enslavement; the contract was made with blood, not cola. Besides, each incantation required a huge mental exertion, and he wasn't a broken record; ten repetitions in a row would be unbearable.

In the twenty-fifth round, Jason brought out Great Cleaver and showed off his dazzling knife skills to his new master. The kid was improving quickly and had already learned his little brother's survival skills.

Unfortunately, Russell was afraid that seeing too many murder scenes would turn him into a psychopath, so he picked up his phone and started playing Thaddeus Ross, thus missing out on his spectacular performance.

Round 38...

In the fiftieth round, Jason was exhausted and, unremarkably, stabbed Michael in the heart.

Russell started playing Snake!

It's an age issue; there aren't many other games on old-fashioned phones!

In the ninety-ninth round, Jason sat on the ground, threw his Great Cleaver into the air, and watched as it spun down and finally stuck in Michael's head.

Russell went upstairs to shower and change his clothes, and also brought down the television and game console.

I don't know how many rounds...

Russell finished a game of Street Fighter and, finding himself in complete silence, turned around to see Jason standing straight behind him, his eyes wide and unnerving behind his mask.

"Holy crap, how long have you been standing there? Can't you say anything?"

Russell pushed Jason aside and saw Michael in the blood-stained corner. Michael was slumped against the wall, exuding a decadent air of self-abandonment and resignation.

Russell was overjoyed and stepped forward to make a contract with him, but upon getting closer, he realized that it wasn't like that at all; Michael was already dead.

His Immortal Body has been broken!?

Russell was both surprised and delighted, wondering how Jason had done it. But when he turned around, he saw Jason holding a game controller, staring thoughtfully at the TV screen.

"How old are you... okay, you're still a child!"

Russell muttered a complaint, snatched the game controller, and asked, "Jason, how did Michael die?"

Jason: (._.)

Russell: w(Д)w

"I've told you so many times, when you talk to your superiors, you should learn to bend down and not look down at me!"

"And you damn well better say something!"

Jason squatted on the ground, and then...

(°_°)

"Okay, you win!"

Russell put his hand to his forehead. Why are all his servants so bizarre? Do you think I'll be happy if you squat down and look up at me?

At the crime scene, the killer Jason, remained completely silent, and the victim, Michael, who was taciturn before his death, became even more so afterward. Eyewitness Russell was engrossed in video games and unable to provide any valid testimony. Therefore, the exact circumstances surrounding the victim's murder remain unknown.

"Jason, I won't force you to talk if you don't want to. If you killed him, blink..." Russell raised his hand and took off Jason's mask. Looking at the hideously ugly face in front of him, his eyes twitched, and he put the mask back on. He coughed lightly and said, "If you killed him, nod!"

Jason: (°_°)

Russell felt a mouthful of blood rise to his throat, thinking to himself not to argue with a child, and continued to ask, "You didn't kill him?"

Jason finally responded, nodding and pointing to Michael's body.

Russell frowned, thinking of the decadent aura exuded by Michael, and he quickly came up with a guess. Killers also have dignity. Michael was brutally beaten by his colleagues, and his immortal body became a sharp blade to humiliate himself, so he committed suicide and ended himself with his own hands.

Another autistic person!

"Being killed to the point of not wanting to live, that's too tragic..." Russell sighed deeply. Having Immortal Body is not necessarily a good thing. Once the difference in strength is too great, Immortal Body becomes a torment.

Thinking of this, Russell secretly vowed that if there were a chance to become Immortal Body, he would... run faster than anyone else!

Just kidding, Silly Bird would give up their Immortal Body. What does it matter if you get tortured to the point of depression? You'll recover after a couple more rounds.

"Ah------"

A scream came from upstairs; it was Jennifer's voice.

"Jason, put Michael's body in the oil drum and seal it with cement," Russell said, heading straight for the second-floor bedroom.

In the bedroom, Russell pushed open the door and saw Jennifer covered in blood. She looked terrified and burst into tears when she saw Russell: "Russell, I had a nightmare. I was chased for three blocks by a pervert wearing iron claw gloves and was killed several times."

"I get it, you got tortured again!"

Russell was utterly speechless. Why doesn't Jennifer become withdrawn?

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