Master of Kaidan
Chapter 169: Developing New Talents

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Developing New Talents

The sensation of descending through the Current World Rules felt extraordinarily peculiar, unlike the sensation of stepping through a door and instantly finding oneself in a foreign land. Feng Xue merely felt that some aspect of his "composition" had altered.

It seemed to involve some profound principle of the structural existence of Kaidan. He felt as if he were shuttling through a ribbon of light, with countless pieces of information flashing before his eyes. Yet when he tried to comprehend any piece of that information, it never seemed concrete. He could only vaguely discern that it was some kind of "memory."

However, just as he was about to observe more deeply like before, the Descent had already come to an end.

Feng Xue found himself in a filthy and chaotic environment.

He wasn’t surprised by the walls covered in graffiti and the various offensive Columbian curses, or by the subtly foul odor. In the past few months, due to the Descent locations dictated by the Inheritance rules, most of the places he visited were of this sort.

Seeing the office workers being beaten on the ground by several men in black paint, Feng Xue’s eyebrows raised slightly.

"What the fuck are you?" The crude Columbian accent emanated from one of the black painted men rummaging through a leather bag. But Feng Xue didn’t give him a chance for further banter. In just five seconds, there were no people left standing before him.

He nonchalantly gathered all the valuables, including the items from the men in black paint, into the office worker’s bag. He then took a phone from one of them, called an ambulance for each person, and handed the leather bag to the stunned office worker lying on the ground:

"Do you mind talking somewhere else?"

The office worker looked to be in his thirties, but considering Caucasians often appear older, he could pass for someone in his twenties.

Hearing Feng Xue’s words, he struggled to get up from the ground and looked at Feng Xue with a mix of expectation and fear that it was all an illusion.

He took the leather bag, somewhat woodenly followed Feng Xue out of the alley. They walked for about ten minutes on the somewhat deserted street before the office worker, seemingly finally sure of something, asked the man in a suit with a skull mask, who had not drawn any attention the entire way:

"Are you... are you an Executioner?"

"To be exact, I am an Oathkeeper," Feng Xue corrected without looking back, "Since you know about Executioners, then you should know why I have appeared, right?"

"I..." The young office worker’s eyes widened with excitement, but he seemed worried he might have guessed wrong. Considering that standing there dumbfounded might lessen his esteem in the other’s eyes, he spoke up:

"Can I become an Executioner?"

"That depends on you." Feng Xue toyed with a coin, his tone carrying a hint of significance:

"Do you desire the power to change your current situation?"

"Yes, I want to change my current situation!"

The answer was affirmative. If he hadn’t possessed the desire for the power to change his situation, he wouldn’t have been able to trigger the Inheritance rules. But some things required more than just desire; they demanded action.

So Feng Xue merely glanced at him noncommittally and then casually took out a piece of paper from the bag. With blinding Speed, he wrote down a Contract.

The contents of the Contract were simple. Besides ten covenants, there were additional instructions on how to ascend in one’s "position" to gain more blessings, how to use the coin with High Efficiency, and some minor details that an Executioner needed to understand regarding issues to be aware of during investigation missions. In the eyes of the office worker, the paper seemed less like a Contract and more like an instruction manual.

But the moment it was held in his hands, both the lack of ceremonial feel of the A4 paper and its contents, which resembled an instruction manual more than a Contract, became insignificant. For in that moment, he felt the "weight" of the Contract.

It was not a physical heaviness, but a sort of recognition from the deepest layers of the soul. He realized that as soon as he signed this contract, his life would also undergo a complete transformation.

"How about it? Do you want to sign it? Undeniably, you can gain a lot from it, but conversely, do you have the capacity to contain this destiny?"

Feng Xue’s voice was like the whispers of a demon, and although it sounded like nothing but insubstantial words, it pierced deep into his spirit along with the contract.

The corporate drone’s hand trembled slightly; before his eyes, it seemed as if the weight he would bear by accepting this contract was materializing: pursuit from all quarters, hostility from evildoers, and the need to squeeze his free time...

All sorts of difficulties surfaced before his eyes, but at the same time, countless scenes about his current situation also began to form in his mind.

The project he devoted himself to and completed with great effort was snatched away by a sly opportunist just as it was about to wrap up.

The opportunity for promotion earned from years of servitude to his boss was washed away because of a casual complaint.

After work, on his way home, he was extorted and beaten by thugs.

And what awaited him at home was nothing more than a cold, cheap apartment.

Compared to the executioners in the novel "Libra Covenant," compared to the protagonists in various fan-created stories, his experiences were undoubtedly very mundane. He had no deep-seated enmities, no dramatic ups and downs, but the oppression was almost suffocating.

He knew that what he held in his hands was perhaps the only opportunity to change his destiny.

Suddenly, the contract in his hand disappeared, and, startled, he raised his head, only to find that the man who called himself Swearer had vanished without a trace.

Just as he thought all this was nothing but his own delusion, he suddenly noticed that his body, which had been faintly aching, was now unexpectedly comfortable, and some knowledge was slowly being released in his mind.

It was knowledge on how to hide oneself, avoid surveillance, and how to kill humans with high efficiency.

...

Feng Xue’s figure kept appearing in every corner of Columbia, bestowing the power of the executioner upon those with good intentions, wanting to change their current situation.

Compared to his previous cultivation methods, his current actions were much looser. The signing of contracts lacked any sense of ritual, and the teaching of skills (those not covered by protection) were granted solely through the "training" power.

Yet, this power bestowed through power was even more comprehensive and efficient than that of meticulous personal instruction.

In just one night, over thirty new executioners had joined Columbia’s soil, yet this was still far from Feng Xue’s expectations.

Just as he contemplated whether to return to Bakerland or to equip all fifty states of Columbia with executioner squads in one fell swoop, a spot unlike the other orbs of light formed in his spirit.

"Tsck... another imposter!"

Feng Xue almost instantly paused all planning. Delayed justice could wait a moment longer, the newcomers eager for power wouldn’t mind waiting a few more days, but for those poor imitators and the fallen, not a moment of indulgence could be spared, for their existence was destroying the foundation of "Libra."

Adjusting his appearance in the mirror, Feng Xue pulled a copper bell from his pocket and triggered the Current World Rules...