Who Says You Can't Kill Without a Profession? (Please Vote!)

Once his Profession was locked, Evan felt part of his Spirituality fly out of him!

A soul that looked exactly like him, except for its silver hair and Golden eyes, emerged from his body.

But the thing had none of his cheer, wit, or humor.

Its face was cold and grim, as though it carried a lifetime of grudges.

The moment it appeared, it tangled itself up with the Green Dancer wrapped around Evan.

Once caught in her embrace, its miserable expression turned lovestruck. It looked like a hopeless sap who'd fallen for someone completely out of his league.

"Is that my Profession Characteristic made manifest?"

Evan watched with interest, then snapped back to his senses and cursed.

"Fuck! Have some self-respect! One pretty face and you forget who you belong to!"

"You're the worst Profession Characteristic I've ever had!"

Just then, a flash of green flame streaked past.

Three little figures of green fire formed three flaming ropes that pinned Evan in place.

Evan turned and saw Greenfire's eyes burning with green flames. The fire atop his head gradually gathered into a pair of green horns.

Only then did Evan realize the guy's Profession was a mutated Demon!

A Demon skilled at blinking and opening portals.

Evan couldn't help asking in surprise, "Are you with the Burning Legion too?"

"Do you like Fel?"

Greenfire had already captured Evan, yet Evan still had the leisure to crack jokes?

Greenfire, who had long been curious about Evan's mental state, shot back, "What the hell is the Burning Legion?"

The instant Greenfire answered, his expression changed drastically.

A vast amount of filthy power had appeared out of nowhere inside his mind.

It had followed no discernible path. It simply appeared in his brain and began rapidly corroding his mind.

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