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Chapter 1519 - 1517: Fate Passengers
Chapter 1519: Chapter 1517: Fate Passengers
Although the nature of the game already dissuaded many assassins, and additional tests eliminated those whose powers were insufficient to counter spirit bodies, only a small portion remained here.
Even so, the number of assassins participating in the game exceeded conventional expectations.
At the main street crossroads alone, the number of assassins who passed the tests reached [18],
with others arriving via hidden paths or from the opposite side yet to be accounted for. It’s estimated that the total number of participants will reach 30.
Since the broadcast covered a large regional area, there’s also a high chance participants include element bodies traveling together or other destiny-bound travelers from different worlds.
"Wonder who we’ll encounter in this event... hopefully, not someone too troublesome."
...
Down the narrow side paths of [Black Shell Residential Street], a peculiar trio was approaching.
What made them peculiar was that their outfits and appearances were entirely mismatched, making them seem out of place as a group.
Additionally, one of the individuals was in a special state, forcing the team to approach the game zone through deserted paths.
The captain, leading the team, bore the features of an Asian man. His black hair hung loosely down to his shoulders, framing a face lightly adorned with subtle makeup, entirely unhidden.
A clean outfit graced his physique,
while a folded fan rested in his embrace,
and his poised yet fluid movements radiated simplicity with undeniable grace.
The second team member emanated a starkly different aura, a lethal presence shrouding his body.
A black hooded trench coat concealed parts of his face, leaving only a sharp jawline exposed, alongside a mouth bound shut with talisman papers.
An iron hammer engraved with artifices hung from his belt,
while the inner lining of his coat bristled with iron nails, seemingly imbued through some ceremonial rite.
The third member was the one in the ’special state.’
His name hovered above his head in red font, with a slaughter level of [2]:
His individual information was automatically public, including his held points, equipment, and power stats. Killing him would only yield a slight amount of slaughter value but would reward double the points and two random items.
His appearance was even more grotesque,
his body hunched forward, arms dangling low... his tongue hung perpetually out of his mouth, where drool often dripped.
Clink, clink, clink~
With every step he took, faint metallic clinks echoed from his clothing,
beneath which every inch of his skin was threaded through with red lines, affixed to bronze coins,
his body covered in strange artifices, drawn seemingly to deliberately restrain his bizarre form,
his entire aura exuding a certain unsettling madness.
This group wasn’t native to the Ladybug World but rather destiny travelers who had used the highly valuable [Fate Treasure Map] to arrive here from the Black Tower. They had extensively prepared for this crucial treasure hunt.
Moreover.
Their originating world, in the Black Tower’s sequence classification, also carried an [S] prefix—an advanced Super World boasting a robust global framework and more than double-digit monarchs.
These individuals were among the elites of such a Super World, their powers formerly mythic bodies, now restrained within this environment.
Before arriving, they similarly had rolled the [Lucky Dice], securing an advantage over Han Dong with a roll of [4].
The additional luck value allowed the three members to meet early and form their current team.
The man with the dangling tongue reviewed the event rules and began speaking, his face twisted with frenzied exhilaration:
"Boss, this game seems like it was tailor-made for you... we’re incredibly lucky~ Haha! I can already sense a lurking aura that makes my body faintly tremble; the danger level here far exceeds the games we’ve participated in before.
This fear of the unknown... it feels so good!
I want to kill... KILL!"
At that moment, two assassin squads emerged from different directions of the concealed path, drawn here by notifications about [Slaughter Value].
The man with the hanging tongue reacted with unrestrained excitement, shouting, "More people are here—fantastic! This means we can initiate the warm-up right away... Boss, can I kill them now?"
"You must ensure it’s [Justifiable Defense]; you can’t let your slaughter value accumulate any further, or it will severely impact our subsequent progress."
"Fine!"
The man’s eyes bulged with mania upon hearing he was allowed to kill.
Quickly shrugging off his garments, he exposed his body adorned with bronze coins.
Despite his grotesque appearance and the overpowering aura of madness he emanated, the surrounding assassins showed no sign of intimidation.
These were hardened elites, having survived numerous games and killed various monstrosities. They currently held an overwhelming numerical advantage.
"Come on! Come at me and cut me down... Boss said I have to kill you in the form of ’justifiable defense.’"
As soon as he finished speaking.
A sleeve sword, hidden in the darkness, was already pressed against the long-tongued man’s throat.
Swoosh!
His neck was almost entirely severed, connected by only a thin piece of skin.
As arterial blood sprayed out, several bronze coins tied around his neck scattered to the ground.
The crisp sound of coins hitting the ground reverberated, making the surrounding atmosphere sinister.
Yet the assassin who wielded the sleeve sword did not receive a confirmation of having killed his target.
Just as he perceived something was wrong and prepared to pull back, a blackened hand suddenly extended from the cut through the long-tongued man’s neck.
With fingers spread wide, the hand gripped the assassin’s head.
Without hesitation... crack!
The skull shattered instantly, the muscles and brain matter within compressed into a single lump.
Instant death.
The battle erupted in full force.
"[Forbidden Speech], lend a hand... Don’t let [Keigo] expend too much physical energy; this game has a high number of variables, and we’ll need his power at key moments."
The man with his mouth sealed shut by talisman papers nodded and grabbed the small iron hammer from his waist before leisurely stepping into the fray.
The clash lasted approximately ten minutes.
The narrow paths echoed with cries of agony and frequent cries of "Monster!"
One assassin, unfortunately, managed to survive being torn in half by using a special secret art to preserve his life, regenerating his lower half with an abundant supply of alchemical potions.
As a "lucky survivor," he cautiously approached the handsome young man who had not engaged in combat throughout the entire skirmish.
When his sleeve moved with the swing of his arm, dozens of blades flew outward.
Suddenly, something bizarre occurred.
The folded fan remained unopened, yet with the faintest motion,
all of the flying blades froze mid-air and dropped to the ground on their own.
"Just what kind of monsters are you?! Even if I have to die here, I’ll drag one of you down with me."
He jammed a specially made, extremely potent improvised explosive into his mouth, intending to use himself as a medium in a final desperate charge. He had resolved not to leave alive.
This behavior elicited a slight frown from the young man.
The fan parted slightly.
Under the moonlit sky, a terrifying creature resembling a black dog emerged from the opening of the fan... with claws sweeping downward—swoosh!
The charging assassin had no time to resist; he was shredded into strips mid-air. The explosive in his mouth failed to detonate.
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