The brutal murderer had some doubts about whether he was dreaming, but the next moment, the other hand of the man with the hat who couldn't see his face clearly reached out and grabbed his neck like lightning.

He suddenly felt as if he was being pinched by a huge iron tong, his eyes widened, and he subconsciously wanted to struggle.

But then, the murderous murderer noticed that his body was slowly hanging in the air, and no matter how much his legs kicked and kicked, he could not reach the ground. His eyeballs began to bulge with blood, his face flushed, and he wanted to open his mouth to yell, but there was nothing he could do.

The murderer let go of his hand holding the knife in despair, pounding desperately with both hands the arm that was holding his throat, and his feet were trying to kick the strange man in the chest with all his might.

However, it was useless, the other party's strength was unimaginably great, and he could directly pinch his neck, but he didn't do it. It was cruel to let him gradually fall into suffocation, as if appreciating his fear and tasting his despair.

Soon, the murderer who was strangled by the neck and lifted up, his physical strength had been quickly drained in the frantic struggle, and he only felt that his eyes were black for a while, and his consciousness began to blur and collapse.

"Ah...... No...... You ......"

Finally, after trying his best to utter a few indistinct syllables, the amplitude of his resistance slowly weakened, and the frequency also decreased rapidly, and slowly only a twitching unconscious spasm remained.

But the strange man who grabbed the murderer by the neck and lifted him up was unmoved, still quietly maintaining that movement and posture, motionless, one eye peeking out from under the brim of his hat was full of bloodthirsty cruelty and fanaticism.

After a while, until the murderer's body turned into a corpse and completely lost all life, the strange man threw it aside like used toilet paper.

"Dying too quickly, the process is a bit wasteful, and the negative emotions of fear and despair that are generated are not enough...... Didn't completely squeeze out the maximum value of this guy. But get some of the necessary mana first, and the rest will be much easier. ”

Saying this to himself, the man raised his head and showed a straight face, it was Mr. Smith who behaved strangely as if he had changed to a person manipulating his body.

Immediately afterwards, the man walked up to the body of the prostitute who had just died, looked at the woman, and then, without any hesitation, walked back to the murderer's body, and then took the murderer's knife.

The man weighed the sharp knife, estimated the time, and felt that he could handle the scene completely, and by the time Scotland Yard arrived, he had definitely done everything and left in style.

Taking a step back, even if Scotland Yard suddenly became incredibly efficient, with a man's keen perception, he could definitely detect it when they were still hundreds of kilometers away, and it would be a waste of time at most to withdraw early.

Soon, the man cut off a piece of human skin relatively intact.

Then he walked to the woman's corpse with this human skin contract, and also stabbed his palm back to its original shape, mixing the blood in his body that had begun to carry demonic power with the pool of blood under the woman's body.

Immediately after, the man whispered some kind of incantation, and the blood on the ground began to roll like earthworms to life, actively converging on the human skin, forming strange and distorted blasphemy words, and making a "contract".

Then he grabbed the woman's finger, stained it with blood, and pressed a bloody fingerprint on the human skin contract......

- After doing all this, the man turned and walked away, without stopping at all.

And in doing this series of things, the man did not hesitate at all, because there was something more in his brain, which was a combination of deep wisdom, transcendent knowledge, a part of the ancient inheritance of demons, and forbidden knowledge bestowed by the great being.

He or the current one, compared to the previous Mr. Smith, has a better understanding of the strength of the demonic power contained in the blood and soul of his body at the moment, and also understands the supreme power of the great existence that shaped all this.

The Chaos Demon is a twisted life born from the hotbed of chaos, with a huge size and great power, almost equal to a burning, self-conscious, living Chaos Flame, a ferocious creature that embodies the will to destroy.

And now Mr. Smith's body is another experiment of the great being, the embodiment of the half-human, half-demonic "demon" bloodline.

The unimaginably powerful demonic power lies in the deepest part of this body's bloodline, but it cannot be manifested unless the fire of chaos is ignited.

Because he is not a real demon after all, there is a price to be paid for the use of this power.

Compared to the true demons that were extinct in the original world long ago, and were later recreated and transformed by the Great Being, and born from the hotbed of chaos, the "Demons" have obvious weaknesses and flaws.

The first is that true Chaos Demons possess cores, or hearts, that resemble hotbed fragments. Therefore, it is only natural that they can make the chaotic flames in their bloodlines burn directly and draw power from them.

Or rather, they are the living flames of chaos itself, the primordial beings that inhabit the flames of chaos.

However, "Demons" are different in that they are half human and half demon, and they usually manifest themselves in human form, so if you want to use the power of demons, you need to ignite the silent fire of chaos in your blood.

And because there is no core like a hotbed fragment, it can only be burned by throwing in humanity.

What is Human Nature?

It does not refer to the general psychological attributes of human beings, and this concept is inevitably difficult to explain, so it can be roughly understood as the part of the human soul that determines a strong sense of emotion and intelligence.

In the source world where the Chaos Demon was born, the undead are humans who are conscious and intelligent, and who have been infected with the curse of immortality. And when there are too many deaths and humanity is lost, they will become living corpses without emotion and consciousness.

It can be said that this is an extremely fatal problem that existed at the beginning of the design of the template of the subhuman race of "demons".

As for the solution, there are three ways, the first of which is naturally to live in the form of human life as if the demonic power does not exist. The second is to hunt down a real Chaos Demon, seize its heart core, and make up for this shortcoming once and for all.

As for the last one, it is natural to burn human nature to gain power, but your own human nature cannot be burned, otherwise, it is not as simple as becoming a cold-blooded demon without human nature. Rather, it is a complete loss of self-awareness, no longer devoid of emotion and intelligence.

Since one's own humanity can't be used for burning, then it is completely possible to achieve the goal in an indirect way-

For example, using death to induce the strongest mood swings in others and collecting negative dark emotions such as fear, despair, and anger can also achieve the goal. Although it is not as efficient as directly burning one's own human nature, emotion itself is the product of the direct embodiment of human nature, and it is a matter of course that the fire of chaos can absorb it as firewood.

It can only be said that the creator still gave a chance, and did not completely block all the paths, making the possibility of the use of demonic power extremely harsh.

And in fact, as long as it is strong enough, emotional fluctuations can be used as nutrients for demonic power, and it is not confined to dark negative emotions. It's just that compared to inducing positive emotions such as happiness, optimism, and self-confidence, it is easier to stimulate dark negative emotions, and the benefits are more considerable.

Think about it, as long as a person is allowed to die slowly, and in the process he is clearly aware of it, there will be extremely intense and high negative emotions, such as extreme fear, extreme despair, and so on.

And I want to make a person reach such an extreme degree through emotions such as happiness, optimism, and self-confidence...... What kind of effort and cost does this take?

Therefore, the gains outweigh the losses, and the demons are twisted beings, the flames of chaos are as corrosive as the abyss, and the primordial hotbed is equivalent to the soil for cultivating all kinds of deformed products......

All these factors show that the dark negative will is more compatible with it than the positive emotions.

That's why "Mr. Smith" was more in line with the requirements of the outspoken ugly soul at the beginning.

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"Always be in awe of the flame, or you will be consumed by it and lose your ......"

When Mr. Smith came to his senses, such a sentence inexplicably appeared in his mind, as if someone had just said it in his ear, and the voice echoed clearly in his head, without any falsehood.

But he rubbed his eyes, only to find that he was alone in the bathroom, and he stood in front of the mirror of the sink in a daze, staring at the self in the mirror in a daze.

Outside the window is a rare bright sunshine, London is a good weather today, but he is a little stunned, he should not have been staring at the mirror all night since last night, right?

What kind of joke is this?

Mr. Smith sincerely felt that there was definitely something else hidden in this, and he did not think that the self he saw in the mirror last night was a clear dream, but he could not verify it now.

After staring at the mirror suspiciously for a long time, he found nothing, and the mental exhaustion came in bursts, making him feel a slight migraine at first.

"Trouble...... I think I have to go to work today? ”

Covering his head, Mr. Smith walked out of the bathroom with a somewhat uncomfortable face, of course he would not give up like this, but it did seem that there was no progress for the time being.

He can only put it down and deal with some troublesome things first, after all, he doesn't know how long he will stay in this world, and his work naturally needs to be taken seriously, and he can't sit back and eat......

His identity in this world is just an ordinary middle class, not an aristocratic class.

After walking out of the house, Mr. Smith stood on Baker Street, glanced at the bright sunshine in the sky, and for a moment was in a trance. London was cold, rainy, and foggy, and it was now the fourth day that he had crossed over, and today he finally saw the sun.

"I'm sorry, please give way."

Before he could sigh anything, he heard such a sentence.

Mr. Smith subconsciously got out of the way, and then turned his head to see that it was a policeman, leading the two men briskly towards the end of the street.

"Mr. Holmes, the carriage is ready for you, please come with me."