Serial Player
Chapter 436 - 112: Mad King

Chapter 436: Chapter 112: Mad King

Flamingo frowned, thinking that he had been cursed or poisoned.

As he quickly checked his body condition, he saw a red light glowing from the other end of the room.

"Mark of the King!" Flamingo was stunned, then roared, "Are you crazy?"

There were only three Marks of the King in total, the only way to replenish them was to snatch them from other Contractors.

He had just used one to save Flamingo, leaving only two left. Using one at this moment, no matter the command, would be a waste.

Flamingo even began to wonder if he had not made himself clear earlier, asking him to use the Mark of the King during the fight, not now.

Could it be that with age, his hearing has become impaired?

What a loss this wasted Mark would be!

The next second, Flamingo’s face changed dramatically. He saw a viscous black liquid slowly seeping out of the four corners of the room.

In that black liquid, there was a sense of unease. Rather than calling it a liquid, it was more like a physical manifestation of emotions.

As if it were formed from countless negative emotions such as hatred, killing intent, resentment, anger, regret, jealousy, desire...

A collection of negative emotions! How could one survive when touched by such a thing? Would it drive him crazy on the spot?

"You... you son of a bitch!" Flamingo’s eyes widened. Although he had not spoken much with his Contractor, would he really kill him just because of a single mistake? Hadn’t he said that his only wish in his life was to become a ’king’?

Damn! Why did he even save him in the first place then?

It would have been better to let him die at the hands of the Archer’s attack, at least he would have died with some dignity.

"Don’t worry, you’re my precious heroic spirit. How could I harm my own heroic spirit?" The aged voice carried a slight laughter at this moment, "You couldn’t break through the defense set by the Knight Rank Contractor last night because they had a massive amount of resources. Tonight, you teamed up with the Assassin Rank, but became prey to those two instead because the Archer’s reaction was fast enough. I don’t dare to gamble anymore. As I’ve aged, I’ve lost my vigor."

"What do you want to do?" Flamingo asked in a deep voice, while his blood started to boil. The effect of the Mark of the King was indeed irresistible, but he could still take some action before receiving certain commands.

He intended... to kill his Contractor.

It was risky, after all, once the Contractor died, he would be ejected from this story world. Whether he would be erased or deemed a task failure, he was unsure. But at least it offered hope for survival.

Flamingo had a feeling that if he were to receive some kind of command from him, there would be no going back. It would be worse than death.

Before the aged voice could respond, a strong current burst from behind Flamingo. Utilizing the reaction force, his body accelerated to its limit.

Raising his strong arm, he punched towards the Contractor hidden in the darkness.

Brilliant flames erupted from the front of his arm, illuminating the room.

It was his attack skill, the Flame Dragon Destruction Fist!

His strength had reached 13 points, and one punch alone could shatter stone and break metal.

Even Li Changhe, who was also a [Player], would not want to face this level of attack directly.

This was the terrifying power of a strength-focused [Player]. When using an attack skill, they were unstoppable!

Li Changhe also had the [Fierce Tiger Climbing Hard] attack skill, but due to his lower strength attribute, he often could not use it to end fights, and had to worry about consuming physical strength value.

Flamingo, however, didn’t have to worry about that. With his level of strength, his consumption was even less.

At this moment, he had already prepared several attack skills, so he could react quickly whether his Contractor dodged or defended.

However, the next second, Flamingo stopped in a posture that defied the laws of physics.

His thick fist was only a few centimeters away from crushing the Contractor’s shriveled head.

But this was the line between life and death. No matter how Flamingo used his Title Skill, his body remained still.

The Mark of the King had been activated!

"Young people are always too impatient."

The old man stepped out of the darkness, his withered body making it impossible to tell his age.

Standing in front of the over two-meter-tall Flamingo, he looked like a dwarf.

Petting Flamingo’s knee, the old man chuckled, "Worthy of a heroic spirit, such a decisive attack."

"You... what do you want to do?" Flamingo’s voice turned hoarse, and he suddenly thought it might have been better to use the [Escape Coin] instead of attacking just now.

"This is the truth of the Seven Kings War. As for the effect, you’ll know soon enough." The old man let out a cacophonous laugh and raised his withered arm. On his arm, a red curse pattern flickered, "Berserker Rank heroic spirit, accept the world’s malice, accept the sins of humanity, accept... the Black Mud!"

The black liquid in the room swirled, seemingly alive as it surged towards Flamingo, touching, spreading, and enveloping him.

Inhuman screams filled the room.

"Bastard! How dare you! Unforgivable, I’ll kill you!" Flamingo roared as countless consciousnesses and emotions flooded his mind, almost tearing his spirit apart.

At the same time, an inexplicable force was gradually spreading throughout his body, the price being that all his muscles felt like they were being flayed.

Flamingo could even feel his heart being grabbed and squeezed fiercely.

His internal organs were also being stirred and torn.

The double torment of the body and mind made Flamingo howl like a mad dog, "Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In the end, only the endless killing intent surged, forming a tangible pressure.

Even the old man, who was close by, could feel his aged bladder starting to lose control, yet he grew more excited, "It’s no wonder you’re a heroic spirit, only you can bear this kind of power! I can’t even hold my piss! Hahaha, how magnificent is this power?"

Then, he raised his arm again, and the remaining red pattern lit up once more, "Berserker Rank heroic spirit, with the last Mark of the King, I command you."

"Rein in your killing intent, regain your sanity, and don the sinful Black Mud."

"Become the unrivaled, chilling... Mad King!"

The next second, the howling stopped abruptly, and all the black mud was absorbed into Flamingo’s body.

Flamingo stood in the room with a completely new demeanor.

His once brown curls were now completely black, cascading down, obscuring his face.

"Finally succeeded!" The old man whispered with a smile.

Unlike his previous arrogance, he didn’t even dare to look up now, for fear of offending something.

Flamingo’s voice was calm, but seemed tinged with pain, "When you are no longer of value to me, I will take your head."

"It is only natural," the old man bowed his head in response.

"So now, let’s see who can stand in our way?"