Call!

There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in the room.

In this gust of wind, the five figures blocking the entrance fell in a pool of blood in the next moment, and Garcia, as the leader, was even more inserted into his chest by the right hand of the superior evil spirit, and was nailed to the wall.

What happened?

Morrison, the second-graders, and the five people around them widened their eyes with horror on their faces.

With their eyesight, they couldn't see what was going on at all.

They only saw the results.

And such a result is difficult for them to accept.

Not only them, but Garcia, who was nailed to the wall, was the most difficult one to accept.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Blood poured out as Garcia coughed.

The fourth grader looked at the indifferent 'Pyle Renault' in disbelief!

The dark faction is naturally very strong.

It can even be said that the inner stream of a school is the place where the real mystery is inherited, but how can the Hill school, which has always used kitchen utensils and secret medicines, be so strong?

According to his speculation, Hill is in the same vein. The inflow should be made with more powerful or special kitchen utensils and secret medicines.

Thus, he brought five elites second only to the professorial rank.

He thinks it's foolproof.

But the reality slapped him hard in the face.

It hurt more than 'Pyle Reynolds' slapping the fringe members of the Hill faction before.

The five assistants he had high hopes for, and who were also carefully trained by the professor behind him, died like this.

Under the palm of the other party's hand, it was cut like tofu, and there was no power to fight back!

Such a result, Garcia simply could not accept.

But the pain of being pierced in the chest told the fourth-grader that all this was a reality and he had to accept it!

"His body is like a wind, and his hands are like a sharp blade."

"Blood flashed, and millions of corpses were ambushed."

The superior demon chanted its improvised phrases, and looked at Garcia with disdain, almost turning into substance, and said word by word, "You never knew Ciel. What kind of existence is the inner stream, don't use your shallow knowledge to infer it. ”

"This, this time I'm losing...... But, next time ......"

Inhaling hard, Garcia, whose face was distorted by pain, spoke intermittently.

Then, before the words fell, Garcia's entire body melted and disappeared, like snow in June, but the speed was many times faster.

Letting the other party escape is naturally part of the plan, and this kind of self-escape is far better than deliberately releasing water.

However, this did not prevent the superior evil spirit from frowning deliberately.

It's about making everything seem realistic.

It's about what happens to the boss after that.

Then, the superior demon turned around and looked at the members of the True Hill School.

"Pyle Reno, I ......"

Burst!

Morrison subconsciously wanted to explain something, but the superior evil spirit would not listen to such an explanation, and when a dodge appeared behind the other party, the other party's head flew high, and the blood in the chest cavity was immediately squeezed out and splashed on the roof.

When white and red are intertwined, the color of the room becomes very harsh.

But when the red quickly overshadowed all the white, the hue did not become soft and coordinated, but became more and more harsh.

The corpses of the members of the Hill Sect fell in the room, and after the superior evil spirits examined them one by one, the whole person walked out.

When they uttered the so-called surrender, their fate was sealed.

It is impossible for a true dark person to tolerate the existence of traitors within the school.

……

Bang!

When Garcia reappeared, it was already in a room in Section E, no, in the research room.

The assistants on duty in the research room hurriedly took action after watching Garcia, who appeared and fell to the ground, with a large hole in his chest.

And so began an emergency operation.

Plenty of medicines, skillful skills and strange artifacts.

Of course, the most important thing is that Garcia grows in the right side of the heart.

After all this combined, Garcia survived, and his unusual physique made him quickly sober up.

"Contact Professor Toyle."

"Get him back to school as soon as possible, Hill. The Riyu is completely different from what we suspected, and is supposed to be a branch of a truly ancient genre. ”

After saying all this, Garcia lay straight on the hospital bed, as if the words had exhausted all his strength.

But as long as you get a little closer, you can clearly hear that Garcia is constantly muttering in his mouth at the moment.

"His body is like a wind, and his hands are like a sharp blade."

"Blood flashed, and millions of corpses were ambushed."

It was a short sentence improvised by a superior evil spirit.

The people around them heard such a short sentence, but they didn't understand the meaning of it.

However, Garcia's identity is enough for them to pay attention to this sentence.

It took more than ten minutes for Garcia to seem to come back to his senses.

"Help me inform the freshman chief."

"Just say I'm going to meet him."

Garcia instructed the assistants in the research room.

But he immediately saw that the assistant in the research room had a strange expression.

"What happened to my plans?"

Garcia was stunned for a moment, and immediately asked.

……

Time moves forward a little.

After Qin Ran saw Garcia leave, he didn't close the door and began to enjoy the rare dinner-level food, but instead picked up the metal box containing the [Golden Cake (Imitation)] and walked towards the outside of the apartment.

Garcia left.

But the men who came with Garcia didn't leave.

What these guys want to do, Qin Ran naturally knows it.

They all came for the [Golden Cake (Imitation)] in his hand.

In this regard, Qin Ran did not have the slightest anger, and was even a little happy.

Of course, this kind of joy is not the joy of sharing, the food has already arrived in his hand, how can Qin Ran let it out?

He was rejoicing in the extra harvest he was about to get.

Without stopping, Qin Ran soon came to the large playground that was far enough away from the apartment and spacious enough in his memory, and he didn't want the battle to break out in a moment to affect his only official foothold in this dungeon world.

When Qin Ran stopped, dense figures appeared all around, surrounding Qin Ran.

The number of people at this time was more than double the number of people Qin Ran had judged through perception before.

Obviously, these ill-intentioned people have also discovered each other, and they have begun to inform their companions in order to get their hands on the main meal level food more securely.

Even, when Qin Ran stopped, there were people who hurried over when they heard the news.

These people joined the camp of their companions and formed a confrontation with the people around them, but most of their attention was still on Qin Ran.

Or to be more precise, on a metal crate containing the Golden Cake (Replica).

"Hand over the box!"

A person on Qin Ran's left, wrapped in a black cloak, shouted in a changed voice.

This sound was like a domino effect, and the people around him cheered.

"Hand over the box!"

"Hand it over!"

"Hand it over, and we'll spare your life!"

……

The voices were noisy and messy, some of them changed their voice like the previous one, and some of them simply used their own voice.

Greed is in their eyes.

They become unscrupulous.

Qin Ran's gaze swept over these people, but in the end, he looked at a shadow in the distance.

There's an eerie aura looming there.

The other party is watching here.

There is no doubt that the other party intends to fish in troubled waters.

Moreover, it was not just the other party, but two more breaths appeared in the shadows not far behind him.

Perceiving the three aura hidden in the dark that were far more powerful than these people in front of him, Qin Ran couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

What could be more joyful than a predicted harvest?

Naturally, it is far beyond the previous harvest!

However, Qin Ran's smile stung the peepers around him.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Do you think we're joking with you?"

"Or do you think we don't have the guts to kill you?"

The peepers, blinded by greed, roared in anger, killing intent permeating and affecting them, and their breathing began to be heavy.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him and decide where that food goes!"

With a loud roar, all the people used charged towards Qin Ran.

However, just as they were about to move their legs, a sharp pain began to fill their chests, and then the pain spread, their eyes began to blur, and consciousness gradually dissipated.

Plop, plop.

Only a few peepers with special physiques were still gasping there.

"Poison, poison!"

A final wail came from their mouths.

Death sobers them up.

They prayed for Qin Ran's mercy, but Qin Ran was indifferent.

The person in front of him does not need pity.

Because......

When he is at an absolute disadvantage, the other party will not pity him.

The playground, which was flooded with greed, gradually dissipated and subsided with the arrival of death.

Standing among the more than fifty corpses, Qin Ran's gaze looked at the shadow where a figure was hidden.

The [Vicious Breath], which had just cooled down due to the [Poisonous Encroachment], once again spread with his will, enveloping the hiding places of the two figures behind him.

[Vicious Orb] A prop that can exert its power by simply placing it on your body or in your backpack.

Aside from the fact that it takes a certain amount of time to achieve the maximum effect, there are basically no drawbacks, especially after triggering [Poison Cannibalization], the disadvantage of time has become acceptable.

Smack, smack!

In the crisp applause, under Qin Ran's gaze, a man dressed in ordinary clothes and covering his face with a mask walked out.

"I've heard that this year's freshman chief is very interesting."

"But now it seems that you are more interesting than I thought."

"How about it, do you want to join the Dark Eater?"

The other party chuckled and sent out an invitation.

The Dark Eaters, a group of bandits who have truly given up their self-esteem and relied on looting to elevate themselves, and rumored to be some extreme people who choose to devour the same humans in order to gain power.

Once in a book, Qin Ran saw a description of these people.

They are disgusting and terrifying.

At least, in his perception, the breathing of the two men in the distant shadows became rapid because of the word 'dark eater'.

"Do you have any concerns?"

"Or is there any nostalgia?"

"Do you have to put up with these guys day and night?"

"Don't you think that the moment of release just now is what you've been looking for?"

"Don't you feel the ease and joy of that moment?"

"Admit it and face it, you and we are the same kind of people!"

Yin and Yang frustrated, and in the rhythmic voice, one after another, through the spiritual judgment, the information that successfully avoided falling into chaos appeared on Qin Ran's retina.

Looking at the members of the Dark Eater in front of him and the monitoring probe running on one side, Qin Ran took a slight breath, he adjusted his speed of speech, brewing emotions.

The next moment, words full of emotion blurted out.

"I don't have any concerns, I just have my own insistence!"

"It's not that I have nostalgia, but that there are too good things in my memory that I can't give up!"

"I don't have to put up with these guys day and night, I have so many ways to make them understand what they should do when they face me!"

"As for what I've been looking for?"

"It's not just this killing!"

"It may be a means to an end, but it's definitely not the end in itself!"

"There may be some relaxation and pleasure, but what is the short-term happiness compared to the ultimate goal?"

"And ......"

"You seem to be happy, can you tell me frankly, don't you regret it?"

"Don't you regret giving up your accustomed life, don't regret giving up your familiar friends, don't regret your beloved lover, don't you regret your parents who are full of expectations for your love?"

"Do you dare to say that you don't have a little bit of good in your heart?"

Loud questioning, each sentence and each sentence formed an inexplicable rhythm, in such a rhythm, people unconsciously brought into it.

Verbal hypnosis?

I'm so sorry.

He will too.

And, in every sense of the word, he's a true master!

Perhaps someone will be able to escape such questioning.

But apparently not including the members of the Dark Eaters in front of them.

The other party retreated again and again under Qin Ran's words, even if he couldn't see his face clearly at the moment while wearing a mask, even if he didn't have to look at it, he could guess the other party's ugly face, listen to the heavy breathing, one after another, like a tattered bellows, as if it was about to fall apart at any time.

And the man became shaky.

"I, I ......"

"Do you still want to use nonsensical words to show that everything is right about you?"

"What's the use of such emphasis?"

"What can it do for you?"

"Nothing!"

"There is only the emptiness of self-deception!"

"Now, look up!"

"Look at me!"

"Tell me what you really think!"

Qin Ran interrupted the other party, and on the fingers hidden in his sleeve, the [Ring of Mesli] faintly flowed with a brilliance that no one could see.