Super Righteous Player
Chapter 375 - 372 Instant Death Ability of Cheng Ling Monk_1

Chapter 375: Chapter 372 Instant Death Ability of Cheng Ling Monk_1

Speaking of which, it seems I could take on more jobs like this...

With that thought, Jiu’er’s mind instantly became lively.

She turned back to her two underlings and instructed, "If there are any more tasks like this in the future, prioritize giving them to me. I’m usually quite free."

"...Tasks like this?"

The man asked meticulously.

"Anything that involves killing is fine. Even if it’s a Transcendent, no problem,"

Jiu’er answered nonchalantly.

After all, her companions were almost here, and if she encountered someone she couldn’t defeat, she could just start to recruit...

At this thought, she let out a cheerful chuckle.

Like a little girl brandishing a stick she picked up, she casually swung her battle axe in hand. The heavy steel battle axe whipped up a howling sound in the air, emitting a sharp scream.

The two were so frightened that they shuddered and instinctively took a few steps back.

Seeing them like this, Jiu’er couldn’t help but laugh and said, "Don’t be like that, I won’t hurt you... I have a good grasp on it."

"...Understood, Miss,"

The two of them immediately looked distressed and responded in agreement.

The two "underlings" assigned to Jiu’er were elite employees of the Swan. They were strong, skilled with rifles and hand-to-hand combat, and knew the basics of tracking and counter-surveillance, even though they had no professional inheritances.

But from Jiu’er’s standpoint, their combat prowess was probably around level seven or eight. With firearms in hand, they could even defeat a Swordsman of level ten.

In terms of street fighting, even the regular army might not be able to beat them.

What they were really responsible for was constantly monitoring Jiu’er’s behavior to ensure she didn’t contact other underground gang forces and to prevent her from doing anything thoughtless or potentially damaging to the company’s interests... These were the normal duties.

And because of Jiu’er’s stature and age, they had an additional responsibility—to scare off or forcibly drive away those who were clueless, so as to prevent Jiu’er from finding an excuse to go berserk and kill.

They saw it very clearly.

When Jiu’er killed, not only did she show no psychological pressure, but she also had a look of utter delight on her face.

It wasn’t the maniacal smile of a bloodthirsty Madman enjoying the killing process, nor was it happiness from getting money after killing. It was more like the pure joy one feels from completing an important mission or winning a game.

She was purely delighted in the act of killing itself.

...That was truly terrifying.

Even for a gang, they would never go to such lengths.

This was simply monstrous!

And when they realized that this Miss had neither a bounty nor a wanted notice on her head, they became even more fearful of her.

What did this imply?

It implied that she had been very good at hiding her madness and crimes!

So the two of them grew even more cautious.

They were taken to a bar by Jiu’er the day before yesterday to order drinks for her—because the bartender wouldn’t serve her due to her young appearance—and after Jiu’er got drunk, she became more irritable, muttering incomprehensible complaints... Something about a test, something about Annan, they even thought about running away to hide after paying the bill.

But Jiu’er seemed to have seen through their intentions—she immediately stopped their movements and had the two try to hold her weapon.

When they tentatively tried to lift Jiu’er’s weapon... the battle axe she had casually propped beside the table fell, almost splitting one of them in half.

The battle axe was more than a head taller than Jiu’er, and had a shock-absorbing hardwood handle wrapped around the steel shaft. The blade of the axe was even bigger than Jiu’er’s head.

And this large thing was solid.

It had even been treated by Annan, who had added counterweights through a ritual and hardened the blade.

In the military, it was a weapon that could only be wielded by brawny men at least 1.9 meters tall and weighing over 200 kilograms. With just one swing, it could cut a person in half.

And such men would still need both hands to use it.

But Jiu’er only needed one hand to lift the axe and swing it around as easily as a teaching rod—and she had no psychological shadow whatsoever about crushing someone’s skull with her fist or proficiently bisecting a person with the axe.

This left the company executives puzzled about what Jiu’er’s profession actually was... Why did she possess such strength? And why was she so accustomed to and joyful in killing?

A fallen executioner? Or maybe a headsman?

Or could it be the crimson warrior of the Red Knights?

All of these were possibilities.

They even dared not be certain about how old Jiu’er really was.

Some in the company were even secretly surmising that Jiu’er might be a Transcendent who could kill people and then transfer her soul into their bodies. Because indeed, some Transcendents had such abilities...

This only added to their fear of Jiu’er.

However, in reality, the Berserker profession was not at all rare.

In fact, it was quite common—

There were some Berserkers in the dueling arenas, and even more on the battlefields. The Winter Principality produced a large number of Berserkers.

The typical features of a Berserker included wearing a bronze belt, baring their scar-covered upper bodies, having a lean build with tightly coiled muscles. And those Curse Bindings that looked like dried bloodstains were branded onto their own torsos—when the battle came, they would competently tear apart the Curse Bindings on their bodies with one hand and go Berserk in an instant.

And that meant tearing the flesh open to reveal internal organs or even bones.

They could never have imagined that Jiu’er, with her clean and delicate skin, exquisite facial features, and not a single muscle visible on her body, would be a Berserker...

It was more accurate to say that a Berserker with the appearance of a typical little girl yet possessing more than triple the strength of an average person, in itself, could be considered a special profession...

But just then, an old voice rang out:

"Oh, Miss... Is now a good time to talk?"

"Hey! Old man, you——don’t..."

The two of them tensed up immediately and turned to rebuke him.

——This was a Miss that neither of them dared to offend.

But as they turned to see the person behind them, their voices suddenly quieted down.

It was an elderly man, coiled up like a shrimp in a pitch-black wheelchair.

He hung his head low, hooded in white that had yellowed slightly from prolonged use. His exposed hands were wrapped in dry, yellowed bandages devoid of elasticity, inscribed with dense, wriggling black runes.

He was mummy-like, filled with a dead air of gloom and decay.

The old man chuckled beneath his hood, revealing teeth as yellowed as a corpse’s, and attempted a friendly smile.

He repeated, "Is this a good place to talk, Miss?"

"...I’m sorry, sir!"

The pair responded rapidly, bowing apologetically to the old man.

They were very aware.

The last people you wanted to offend in the Royal Capital were the "weirdos."

And the old man did not blame them.

Or rather, he had not glanced their way from the beginning to the end.

The one observed by the old man, Jiu’er, also began to stiffen her expression.

She cautiously gripped her battle axe tighter, loosened her coat a bit, and undid a few buttons on her long windbreaker.

This oppressive feeling...

The two mortals might not feel it.

But Jiu’er, who was almost at the silver rank, could clearly feel her body trembling.

Mere exposure to the voice made her body tremble with fear.

Her soul shuddered non-stop... as if countless cold winds were passing through her own shell.

——Jiu’er recognized this man.

Seen through the eyes of Dragon Well tea... named "Bernardino Treshaw," the pope of the False God "Bell Ringer."

A true Gold-rank powerhouse.

The sole practitioner of the "Spirit Vessel Monk" occupation.

"What is it?"

Jiu’er cautiously inquired.

The old man chuckled lightly, asking in a low voice, "Are you interested... in moving to a different place?"

"...I’m quite content with my current residence and don’t need to move for the time being."

Is this some kind of sexual harassment, damn it.

Jiu’er stayed silent for a moment before replying politely.

The old man, however, slightly shook his head: "I wasn’t asking you."

"What?"

Jiu’er was stunned.

The next moment, she suddenly felt a strong, invisible chill pierce through her body. Then she suddenly lost all sense of touch in her body.

She heard the sound of something heavy hitting the ground—Jiu’er looked down to find her body, which had been holding the battle axe, collapsing powerlessly to the ground, and then turning into black ash in the blink of an eye.

But she stood there in a translucent form, lost and confused.

Around her were dozens—perhaps hundreds—of souls.

Human souls.

Centaur souls.

Elven souls.

And—demonic souls.

From her new vantage point, Jiu’er could see another aspect of the old man.

It was a kindly, hairless old man above the waist without hands, not so much "sitting in" as "placed on" the wheelchair.

He looked just like Professor X ruthlessly mangled in a car accident...

This thought surfaced in Jiu’er’s mind.

"——I was addressing your soul, Miss," said the old man from the realm of spirits, his voice no longer hoarse or ugly, but warm and kind: "You’re from another world, aren’t you? I can’t see the rest of your lifespan... You’re an immortal.

"Have you ever heard of the ’Book of the Celestial Chariot’?"

White flames flickered within the old man’s hollow eyes.

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