Chapter 276 Death
early morning.
Hua Huo opened her eyes hazily and found that An Ming was no longer in front of her. There was only a steaming breakfast and a mask on the table.
The fox mask exuded an indescribable spiritual aura. Hua Huo touched the mask doubtfully, and in just a moment, she was able to confirm that the spirit on it belonged to An Ming.
The nine anchor points correspond to nine spiritual weapons, using extremely condensed soul cherry extracts as a medium to attach the spirit to objects and create unique weapons.
This spirit belongs to An Ming, as gentle as the sea water, gently patting his calves.
For some reason, Hua Huo suddenly felt a little flustered. This feeling... was like cutting a living person into nine parts. What's more, An Ming had never mentioned to her what the so-called fraud was.
No one knows what An Ming wants to do. As a fraudster, who is his ultimate target?
And what will the cost be?
Perhaps life is just the basic condition that does not need to be mentioned.
The only thing that Hua Huo was clear about was that An Ming had never been afraid of death. She often felt a hint of relief in An Ming's eyes.
She didn't know how to describe the feeling.
It's like a precious thing in the palm of your hand, disappearing little by little, and finally leaving completely.
In the world she lives in, there will no longer be any evidence of An Ming's existence.
An Ming was a very good fraudster. He taught her many great magic tricks and also earned her enough credit points to last her a lifetime.
But none of this matters. For Huahuo, the most important thing is Anming.
Even if I have nothing, as long as I can still be with An Ming, it is the most precious wealth.
Hanabi stared at the slightly burnt fried eggs, a faint smile forming at the corner of her lips.
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"roll!"
The middle-aged man kicked the wounded boy to the ground on the muddy road where it had just rained, and his whole body was covered with blood mixed with rain water.
His eyes looked like he was looking at a loss-making item.
"Hahaha, old Bart, the thugs you brought with you are no good at all," the shrewd businessman wearing gold-rimmed glasses tutted and laughed, "Edo Planet is not the wasteland it once was."
"Just bad luck."
The man was still not satisfied, so he stomped on the boy's face again until it was covered in blood and then he turned and left.
The boy half-opened his eyes, and a hand appeared in his blurry vision as if covered by rain. "Are you interested in being my thug?"
"..."
"You're going to die."
In a trance, the man handed over a test tube, inside which was swaying a liquid that looked like light, brighter than the sun.
He saw his parents who were killed by gunfire, and his sister who jumped from the top floor of the hospital with tears in her eyes. Strength...? But he no longer had anything to protect.
There is no meaning in living.
"Don't you want to kill them all yourself?"
"With your hands."
"...good."
An ugly smile appeared on his bloody face and he stretched out his hand towards the sky.
"what's your name?"
"That kind of thing is meaningless."
"Okay, from today on, you will be called the God of Death."
An Ming poured the liquid containing soul cherry extract into the boy's mouth, and then took him back to the laboratory.
Logically speaking, humans cannot be the carriers of such extreme mental power, so he chooses weapons as an anchor.
But the boy in front of him was different. Simply put, he was about to die.
Before death, people often burst out with amazing power, which cannot be reasonably explained even from a medical point of view. At a certain moment, the spirit exceeds the critical value.
That is what is called transcendence.
Transcend the critical limit and apply this spirit to the body.
There are eight remaining anchor points, the first one is used for Hanabi's fox mask, and the second one is called [Death].
Use your body to transcend boundaries and create the most powerful weapon.
Under the mental entropy of Soul Sakura, the boy's body continued to collapse and reorganize, but at the end of his life he survived.
The price is that one needs to wear heavy special armor, which is not so much armor as it is a mobile personal life-support chamber.
Death was born at this moment.
It has nearly unlimited strength, enough to carry weapons of any weight to perform tasks, and can also carry an unlimited number of prosthetics at the same time.
A true humanoid weapon.
So one night, the god of death with scarlet pupils shining under the armor appeared in front of Bart. He easily lifted up the fat body with just one hand and crushed his head inch by inch.
Death remained silent, and the flame of hatred had actually been extinguished long ago, leaving only ashes that kept rekindling.
"Boss."
"I don't understand."
The Grim Reaper looked at An Ming beside him. He just watched everything calmly.
"You want to say that there is no point in living," An Ming smiled and said softly, "But only by living can we change something."
For people like them, just staying alive is the greatest resistance to the world.
"What do you want to change?"
"Who knows."
An Ming patted the Grim Reaper's shoulder, and raised a smile, "I will take you to witness the future of Edo Star. By then, everything can start over again."
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"Wow!"
"Mecha? Optimus Prime? Saiyan!"
Hanabi was startled and patted the armor of the Grim Reaper back and forth, with an envious look in her eyes.
An Ming pressed Hua Huo's head to stop her from doing anything further. Did this girl watch too many movies? "You will be a new employee in the future. We are all colleagues. We must get along well with each other."
"Big guy, what are you responsible for?"
"kill."
The God of Death didn't care. He basically didn't have much perception now, and what he could feel was extremely limited.
Hanabi held her chin with a somewhat lost look in her eyes. This was because An Ming was unwilling to let her carry out the assassination. He had clearly taught her the technique of killing people with playing cards, but she had no way of using it in actual combat.
You don’t have to use the skills to kill, but you must know them. This is An Ming’s consistent teaching principle.
He tailored a set of assassination techniques for Hanabi that were most suitable for her, but did not allow her to participate in any assassination-related missions.
"Have you had any of those visions lately?"
"Occasionally."
Hanabi nodded slightly, "A strange mask, always laughing," she frowned slightly, and at first thought it was a genetic disease of the puppet family, but later found that it was not the case.
The spiritual strength of that mask is terrifyingly high. Even if all the deceased members of the tribe were dug out from their graves one by one and added together, their power would not be even one-tenth of that of the mask.
"Star God."
"Me?" Hua Huo blinked her eyes in confusion, "Dreaming about the Star God?"
Is there such a thing? The opportunities that countless people dream of appeared in her dreams.