Evil creatures are not merely manifestations of wicked thoughts; they are a race forged by alchemists. These beings adhere to certain unified traits: rapid growth, irrational behaviors, and bodies composed of negative emotions.
Once, long ago, there existed a creature known as Overeating—the original evil creature. Following its legacy, many other evil beings emerged, some of which embody true malevolence.
"God's sin!" Yasen's scarlet pupils dilated sharply as foreboding thoughts flooded his mind. This individual, in pursuit of the evil god's power, was dangerously unhinged!
Suddenly, the dense six-pointed star magic array above erupted, unleashing a terrifying force that penetrated the earth like scattered stage lights. All hellish beings illuminated by this light perished instantly, their souls wailing in agony.
As the glory of magic flickered, the White Plague struck down a hell creature with a casual motion, scattering the remnants of magic.
Boom! The overwhelming power radiated, and he fixed his gaze on the advancing devil.
With only ten seconds remaining, he knew he must eliminate the demon swiftly.
He disabled his hunter gear, donning the title of Hell Hunter. The scarlet hue in his eyes intensified; the cooldown of his skills indicated a recovery of strength. However, pushing his abilities too far could damage his body or magic.
Yet, in this moment, the White Plague had no room for restraint. He infused the power of the fifth Bloody Backstab into his gaze.
His eyes turned scarlet, and a crack appeared in his recently healed head.
The spirit of extreme evil surged!
Lowering his body, he unleashed an incredible speed as he closed the distance. In an instant, he struck the dagger into Yasen's abdomen with unerring precision.
Yasen's pupils contracted. He couldn't comprehend how the White Plague could find his energy's weak points with each strike. But he knew one thing: he had to evade this blow!
His mastery in combat propelled his body to react instinctively. Muscles twitched unnaturally, masking his vulnerabilities as he spun away.
Mental Stagnation!
Buzz~ A blue aura enveloped the surroundings. The White Plague had yet to unleash his full power, nor had he activated his newly acquired eight-star title.
Now, a multitude of hell creatures were rapidly succumbing to death.
He couldn't afford to expend more energy; he needed to dispatch this foe in mere seconds!
The mental stagnation paralyzed the devil, filling his eyes with profound dread. The overwhelming strength in his grasp could not break free from this mental bind.
His magic surged wildly as he clawed forward, desperate to seize the White Plague's neck.
Suddenly, he felt a constricting force around his waist.
Glancing down, he saw a thin belt of souls dragging him closer.
Murderous intent ignited in the White Plague's gaze as he adjusted the dagger's position.
Mental Stagnation lifted!
Only seven seconds remained!
Jing~ Miso~ The dagger pierced the devil's weak spot.
A torrent of damage unleashed, flooding the devil's eyes with fear and rage.
His clawed hand plunged into the White Plague's chest, squeezing fiercely.
Pop~ Like a balloon bursting, a dark red heart shattered.
While fatal to most flesh-and-blood beings, the devil knew this might not spell doom for his opponent.
With a monstrous strength and agility of 700 and 7200, he moved with absolute speed.
His other hand clamped around the White Plague's neck, crushing it with immense power, causing blood to spray wildly.
Though his head dangled unnaturally, precariously hanging by a thread, the White Plague was not without the means to fight back.
Eyes emerged on his hand, each shrouded in crimson mist, their cracks hinting at profound horror.
Only six seconds left!
The Bloody Backstab and the malevolent spirit empowered these eyes, targeting the devil's chest. The panel displayed the rapid decline of the devil's life force.
Yasen's life value: 30%. Current Malicious Killing Line: 20%!
Blackened eyes!
Poisonous withering, cursed attachment, cursed soul decay.
Buzz~ A chilling sense of danger surged through Yasen, pure terror reflecting in his eyes as the dagger, somehow freed from his abdomen, now stabbed into his chest.
The sheer speed of the White Plague instilled a primal fear in the devil.
He sought to evade, but the arm embedded in the White Plague's chest was a hindrance. Blood-colored tentacles erupted from the wound, ensnaring his left arm.
As madness flickered in his eyes, he frantically swatted at the writhing tentacles.
The devil possessed a final ability that would only activate at the brink of death, a gift from the gods.
When triggered, it would herald the end for the monster before him!
Miso~ The sound of a blade sinking into flesh echoed.
Yasen's life value: 10%... 9%... 8%!
Maliciously cut!
Buzz~ The dagger trembled violently within Yasen's body, and the malice threatening to erode the White Plague's soul suddenly receded.
A colossal, ferocious shadow loomed, instilling a palpable dread in hell.
In a fleeting moment, the White Plague saw a scarlet eye on the dagger's hilt, but it vanished almost immediately.
The devil's hand, which had been tearing at the tentacles, froze in place. His entire body grew stiff.
The arm that had pierced the White Plague's chest slackened under the weight of the entangling tendrils.
Unconsciously, those tentacles began to weave together, mending the White Plague's shattered form, reconnecting his head and repairing his internal organs.
Withdrawing his dagger, the White Plague took a step back as the devil's body staggered and fell, without a final word.
Tears of blood streamed from the devil's eyes as an overwhelming sense of resentment radiated from him.
Buzz~ A colossal eye appeared in the heavens, bathing the demon in purple light.
The sheer power threatened to crush the White Plague.
[Devil Guardian: When health falls below 1%, become invincible for 5 seconds and fully recover. Cooldown: 365 days.]
He recalled the devil's unique trait, fixating on the malevolent glow.
His strength dwindled as gold-eating worm cones appeared around him. At the same time, the soul master title activated, unleashing malicious deception.
The flawless White Plague surrounded the purple halo, gripping the evil blade tightly, prepared for an even greater battle.
321...
The effect of Extreme Evil Ambition was nearing its end.
Yet, even amidst this chaos, the power guarding the devil continued to surge, but the White Plague's ambition was renewed.
As countless notifications flooded his mind, a vast and strange memory sought entry.
Impatient, the White Plague nearly shattered the memory with his soul, but then he froze.
[You used Bloody Backstab, Evil Spirits, and Malicious Chopping to slay the devil Yasen. His soul has perished.]
[You have skipped a level, defeating the legendary boss devil Yasen, earning +700,000 experience. Due to the vast level difference, you gain a 300% bonus, totaling +2,100,000 experience.]
[BOSS Bonus: +700,000 experience, +5 skill points, +5 attribute points.]
[BOSS Bonus: +1 special skill point.]
[You receive +700,000 extra experience.]
[Skip BOSS Bonus: Your dark side can choose +1 specialty.]
[Your dark side has slain the legendary BOSS, gaining +8 strength, +10 agility, +5 endurance, +15 intelligence.]
[You inflicted critical damage to the legendary BOSS, restoring 30% health with the Scarlet Magic Blade.]
[Excessive killing has resulted in -2 charm; current charm: -9.]
[You acquired part of the legendary BOSS's memory, elevating your contract learning to master level.]
[Your Extreme Malicious Ambition has plundered a portion of the legendary BOSS's power, granting +50 temporary intelligence for ten seconds.]
[The Evil Blade's growth rate: 5%.]
321...
Buzz~ The White Plague staggered, half-kneeling on the ground, the dagger clutched tightly as he pinched his brow.
Knowledge flooded him, a torrent of information both vast and chaotic, demanding time to process.
Yet amid this chaos, he comprehended the essence of the evil blade—it severed thoughts, not flesh.
This meant that no matter the number of boss stages, any target could succumb to the blade's malevolence.
[Malicious Chop (Only): When the target's health is below 10%, the next attack of the Evil Blade drains a significant amount of malice from your dark side, invoking killing thoughts. Cooldown: 30 days.]
What use is a body without a soul?
The White Plague lifted his gaze with difficulty, observing the dissipating forms of the lesser plagues. Gold-eating cones vanished into the void.
As memories rapidly sorted and discarded, he knew some knowledge would inevitably be lost.
His eyes remained cracked, a testament to the toll of repeated Bloody Backstabs.
He stared at the devil's still-breathing body, tranquil in its apparent invulnerability.
Though the devil was dead, his body lived on—sustained by a unique vitality—but without a soul, it would soon wither.
Closing his eyes, the White Plague struggled to rise.
Sensing a shift, he turned sharply, malice surging forth. The dagger reappeared in his grip, and his form began to fade.
"Wait! My lord, it's me! I'm on your side!" Sabo's voice echoed, panic lacing his words as he raised his hands.
Surprised, the White Plague halted, the space distortion fading, the dagger vanishing from his hand as he fixed his gaze on the devil.
The breath of the devil's corpse began to fade.
Buzz~ The power of the rules activated, causing the defeated devil's body to explode with energy.
This was the reward for the White Plague's allegiance to the rules of hell. Victory meant claiming everything from the defeated devil.
Soul Crystal Nucleus (Large) ×1 and various resources flooded the area, but not nearly as abundant as Eugene's bounty.
Bai Yi retrieved a bottle of Life Sigh, drinking deeply as the tentacle-formed neck and internal organs regenerated.
Finally, the White Plague could breathe again.
"Huh~" He sighed, his eyes returning to their normal state. "Next time, don't approach so suddenly after a battle."
Calmly, Bai Yi stepped forward, channeling all the resources into the demon dimension.
While Yasen lacked divine resources, the remnants of his body were legendary material.
Perhaps Bai Yi could infuse some of his essence or offer it to Diane—a promising choice.
Suddenly, he paused, eyeing the devil's features. "Better to reform it."
"I know, but my friend, can I have this devil's body? It's impeccable!" Sabo approached cautiously, a hopeful smile on his face.
Not wishing to linger, Bai Yi extended his hand, placing the corpse into the demon dimension to preserve it.
"The 800 times slowdown allows me to gather more legendary transformation materials."
"I'll trade you this. You can't become a god now; that's divine power."
"But if you want this, you'll need to compensate! I never engage in losing deals!" Sabo said, his expression torn, producing a finger bone from a grimy dimension.
The bone, sinister yet crystalline, radiated a soothing energy.
"This is the bone of a god, paired with the bone of the God of Forbidden Knowledge. It could transform your power! Moreover, it's from the Goddess of Life!"
"In the struggle between the new and old gods, some evil beings collected the bones of this powerful deity."
"My friend, you know that righteous bones can bolster the evil within you. You need this!"
Sabo's sincerity shone through as he held the finger bone aloft, his gaze filled with anticipation.
Seeing the White Plague hesitate, Sabo's distress grew, yet he persevered. "You won't need to compensate! This bone is a fair trade for the body!"
"Deal!"
Bai Yi stepped forward, seizing the shimmering bone, turning to leave as the surroundings began to collapse.
Sabo's eyes brimmed with heartache as he collected the devil's body, a thought echoing in his mind: Damn capitalist!