“My friend, leaving right now will only get you killed, you know?” Just as Tang Yongyun stepped away from the sofa, Zhao Jin's voice drifted over from across the room.
Tang Yongyun froze, feeling a cold, emotionless gaze lock onto him.
In the distance, the Opera-Robed Puppet stared at Tang Yongyun. If he took another step forward, it would fold him instantly.
Tang Yongyun turned to look at Zhao Jin, seeing that bizarre puppet glaring at him.
Forcing himself to speak, he said, “I believe there is no enmity between us. I do not know what you want, but if there is anything I can do to help, I will do my best. After all, I, Tang Yongyun, still have some influence.”
“Just stand there and watch quietly. Don't worry, as long as you don't anger me, I probably won't kill you.” Zhao Jin took a step and walked forward.
His Destiny Force was surging, already breaking past one hundred, while over thirty gang members were still alive.
Seeing that Tang Yongyun had stopped, Bai Zhi halted his steps as well.
He turned to look at the bodies littering the floor, his heart aching. These were the elites of the Sanhai Gang. Even if he managed to make it out alive today, he would have no men left.
If his old enemies found out about this, it wouldn't be long before his corpse ended up in some ditch. It was better to stand his ground with Tang Yongyun and secure his future backing.
“Run!” The other gang members did not share Bai Zhi's calculations. They scrambled frantically toward the small back door.
A bald man ran at the very front of the crowd, reaching out to yank the door open.
Looking at the outside world, a look of relief washed over his face. 'As long as I make it out of this warehouse, I can survive these two monsters!'
He took a step out of the warehouse. In the next instant, his vision spun violently, and he found himself staring at the brothers who were running right behind him.
They had suddenly ground to a halt, staring at him with faces full of sheer horror.
'How strange... Why are they looking at me like that?'
Thud!
The bald man's snapped neck gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. The two men closest to him stopped in their tracks at the exact same moment, their heads snapping backward with a sickening crack.
At that moment, the heads of those trying to escape through the door snapped one after another.
A young man holding a pistol witnessed this and suffered a complete breakdown, screaming, “Dammit! We can't escape! We're all going to die!”
Crack!
The moment the words left his mouth, his neck snapped, and his body slumped backward.
At this point, other than Tang Yongyun and his bodyguards, only Bai Zhi and a handful of gang members remained.
They had stood perfectly still the entire time. Staring at the massive pile of corpses littering the front and back of the warehouse, cold sweat drenched the backs of the survivors, terrified that they would be next.
Zhao Jin narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, “Everyone, there's no need to be so tense. The harvest game is over. I won't be harming you anymore.”
The Sanhai Gang members had contributed 113 wisps of Destiny Force to him, bringing his current total to 149 wisps.
Zhao Jin walked over to the corpse of a young man. A wisp of golden light appeared in his hand, which he tapped onto the body.
As the golden light sank into the corpse, two options unexpectedly appeared before Zhao Jin's eyes.
Destiny's Choice
Ghoul: A mutation created when a human dies with deep resentment and receives the blessing of destiny!
Destiny's Uncertainty: Become an unknown entity!
Choose only one of the options above!
'Huh? There are other options?' Now it was Zhao Jin's turn to be surprised.
After pondering for a moment, he chose Option 2.
In the distance, the survivors watched Zhao Jin in confusion, having no idea what he was doing.
'What is he doing?' Tang Yongyun watched with a frown.
In the next second, his pupils dilated. The corpse of the dead youth suddenly began to twitch violently.
“What is that?!” Beside him, Bai Zhi's eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
He had thought nothing else could shock him after witnessing Zhao Jin and the Opera-Robed Puppet, yet he found himself utterly stunned once again.
Zhao Jin quietly watched the changing youth, feeling a faint anticipation akin to opening a blind box.
Crack!
The youth's snapped neck popped back into place on its own. His skin turned a sickly green and began to split open, oozing a foul, green pus.
His eyeballs burst open, and two dark green, fleshy tentacles squirmed out of the ruptured sockets.
At the tips of the tentacles were two bulbous growths the size of thumbs.
The mutated youth slowly stood up from the ground, a pale green mist radiating outward for several meters with him at the center.
At the same moment, information flashed in Zhao Jin's mind.
Cui Shi
Status: Conscious Mind Dead, Disease Host!
Race: To Be Named
Looking at the information, Zhao Jin thought for a moment before naming it: 'Race: Miasma.'
Unlocked Race: Miasma
Miasma: A monster mutated from the diseases inside a human body after receiving a blessing upon their death!
The dark green tentacles protruding from the Miasma's eyes quivered, turning first toward Zhao Jin, then toward Tang Yongyun's group.
After a few seconds, it suddenly began walking toward Tang Yongyun and his men.
Seeing the monster approaching, Bai Zhi's expression turned grim.
Seeing this, Zhao Jin extended a hand toward the Miasma and muttered in his mind: 'I want to obtain an ability that allows me to randomly teleport a target up to one hundred meters away, with a maximum cost of no more than 20 wisps of Destiny Force!'
His Destiny Force dropped from 148 to 128, and a stream of information regarding the ability he desired appeared in his mind.
Random Teleportation: Once per hour, teleport a target to a random location within one hundred meters!
Flash!
The Miasma, which had been walking toward the crowd, vanished instantly. At the exact same moment, it materialized out of thin air outside another warehouse a hundred meters away.
Its body swayed slightly before it began wandering aimlessly in a random direction.
'It actually has a cooldown. That's probably because I didn't spend enough Destiny Force.' Looking at the ability in his mind, Zhao Jin's expression grew serious.
If he hadn't specified a maximum limit, this Random Teleportation ability would have likely drained every last drop of his Destiny Force.
Zhao Jin moved again, stopping before another corpse and tapping it with his finger.
Destiny's Choice
Ghoul
Miasma
Destiny's Uncertainty: Become an unknown entity!
This time, he directly chose Ghoul.
Crack!
The corpse's neck snapped back into place, and its eyes flew open, revealing pitch-black pupils.
It slowly stood up from the ground, turned its head toward Tang Yongyun and the others, and opened its mouth, drooling a foul, rancid liquid. “Roar!”
The Ghoul rushed toward them at full speed, causing the expressions of Tang Yongyun and his men to change slightly.
“Kill this Ghoul. Shoot it in the head,” Zhao Jin said, watching them with an indifferent expression.
“Fire!” Hearing Zhao Jin's command, Tang Yongyun immediately roared.
The Ghoul was already just over ten meters away, and he had no desire to let such a monstrous creature get any closer.
Behind him, his bodyguards opened fire instantly. Their marksmanship was far superior to that of the Sanhai Gang thugs.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Deafening gunfire erupted. Within seconds, dozens of bullet holes riddled the Ghoul's body.
Half of the shots hit its head, causing its body to collapse to the ground barely ten meters away from the group.
Zhao Jin stared at the dead Ghoul. He waited for a full minute, but nothing happened.
After a moment of thought, he pointed at Bai Zhi. “You. Go touch its corpse.”
“M-me?” Bai Zhi's expression fluctuated wildly. He did not dare touch that wretched thing.
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