Chapter 50 - 50: Innate Black Eater Holy Body

"I am an SP-level Transcendent, almost at the pinnacle of the First Layer Heaven energy level. If it weren't for having to check the seniority for each Layer Heaven, I would've ascended to the Second Layer Heaven by now." "At my level, as long as I carefully avoid some Destiny Monsters in this realm, I can pretty much walk unchallenged. Making money is a trivial matter." Sёarᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Saying this, Feng Zhaobai patted Zhu Haomiao's shoulder, earnestly advising. "Don't worry too much about the currency of this realm. Once your energy level is higher, you'll find those things within easy reach." Upon hearing Feng Zhaobai's words, Zhu Haomiao's eyes lit up as if a new world had opened up to him, his thoughts becoming clear, and he clapped his palms together with realization. Yes! Why should I be bound by the inertia of the real world? The Illusion Realm is like a huge playground for me! As long as I stay true to myself, I can do whatever I want! I feel a moral burden killing good people, but not with bad ones! Black Eating Black... I'm a professional at it! Seeing the captivating gleam slowly bloom in the young man's eyes, the curve of Feng Zhaobai's mouth gradually disappeared, inexplicably feeling a bit shocked as if he had made a foolish mistake, releasing something formidable. "Black Eating Black... I understand, thank you Senior Brother Feng!" After speaking, he never mentioned borrowing money again. Zhu Haomiao cheerfully clasped his fist and left, leaving the two people behind, looking at each other in disbelief. "What did he understand?" "I don't know, but I feel like you might have led him astray." Hearing his companion's accusation, Feng Zhaobai painfully rubbed his temples. "I told him so much, but he only heard the words Black Eating Black. How is that my fault? I was just giving an example!" "Maybe he has the Innate Black Eating Black Holy Body. It's as if he had an epiphany in Dragon Field." Hearing the mischievous taunt from his companion, Feng Zhaobai donned a mask of agony, faintly sensing that he had truly released something terrifying. ...... Bang! Bang! Bang! The intense gunfire echoed in the night sky. In a villa within the Public Leased Territory, the last line of resistance was gunned down in a hail of bullets. A group of bandits started finishing off the kneeling, begging servants one by one. Meanwhile, in the study on the second floor, Wilson, holding a smoking revolver, walked menacingly toward the enemy still writhing on the ground. "Wilson! You're insane!" "No, dear De Oliveira, it was you who betrayed me!" Bang! The revolver's bullet exploded a third blossom of blood on De Oliveira's thigh. "Aaaah!!" The intense pain made the pampered white man scream in misery, rolling back and forth on the floor. Yet Wilson seemed intent on torturing him, avoiding his vital spots, each shot hitting his legs. "Oh~ my dear De Oliveira, be a gentleman, even when facing death, don't be like... um... what's that Chinese saying... oh, right, a dog with a broken spine!" "Wilson, I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken out of turn this afternoon, but I never thought things would escalate to this... for God's sake..." De Oliveira pleaded tearfully, which only made Wilson's grin widen maliciously. "Didn't expect? Didn't expect that I'd be alive to return?" "Hadn't you already planned to carve up my business association? To embezzle my assets?" De Oliveira's pupils shrank heavily, shocked at how Wilson had learned of the secret agreement they had only reached that afternoon. He also couldn't believe how Wilson, usually so mild-mannered, had decisively launched an attack that very night. If he had waited till tomorrow to rally his own enforcers, he wouldn't have been caught so off guard! Seeing the unwillingness and regret in De Oliveira's eyes, Wilson's smile became more sinister and twisted. "Haha, for the sake of God, I'll hang your corpse on the rooftop Cross, so all who betrayed me can see their fate!!" As the revolver pressed against his forehead, De Oliveira's body went rigid with cold sweat streaming down, wanting to snatch the gun from his enemy's hand, yet his body trembled uncontrollably, not daring to make any move. "No... no... please Wilson, I was wrong, I'm willing to submit to you..." "Go to Hell to repent." Facing Wilson's malicious grin, De Oliveira's eyes filled with despair, but just as he thought he was about to die, an eerie darkness flickered in the depths of Wilson's pupils, his gaze suddenly becoming unfocused. Then, he holstered his gun and stepped aside in disbelief in De Oliveira's eyes. Yet before De Oliveira could go from shock to joy, a figure cloaked in darkness emerged slowly from the corner of the study, exuding a graceful, evil, and chilling aura as it approached him. Looking up at the dark figure standing before him, and then at Wilson, who retreated to the side like a servant, De Oliveira started to understand. "Wilson! You're actually collaborating with these heathens! You've become a lackey of these inferior people!!" Although the figure's hooked beak hood obscured most of the face, De Oliveira could tell from the exposed chin that this was a young Asian man. Soon, the figure lowered his hood, revealing a youthful, handsome face. But that childlike face with an innocent smile hid a pair of eerie dark eyes that could send shivers down one's spine. Just meeting his gaze made De Oliveira tremble uncontrollably, feeling as if something inside him was writhing, struggling to break out. "De... Devil!!" As if seeing through the terrifying creature hidden beneath that harmless facade, De Oliveira let out a woman's scream, pulling out a golden Cross from his collar. "Lord! I beg you to protect me from evil..." Before he could finish, the Cross in his hand was snatched away by the boy with delight. "Pure gold? Thank you~" Seeing the Magic Artifact he had acquired with a hefty sum being played with fondly by the "Devil," as if the Cross didn't have Jesus nailed on it, but a naked woman! De Oliveira stood dumbfounded with his mouth agape, mumbling inarticulately, momentarily at a loss for how to react. Devils... aren't they supposed to be afraid of Crosses? How did he just pocket it? Seeing De Oliveira's dazed and despairing expression, Zhu Haomiao nodded with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, it's my first time doing Black Eating Black, not too skilled yet. Do you have anything else of value?" "Huh?" "Gold, silver, banknotes will do, I'm not picky." Seeing the boy seemed quite greedy, De Oliveira rekindled his hope for survival. "I have money! I have a lot of money, as long as you spare me, I'll give you a thousand, no, ten thousand British Pounds!"