Hospital, third floor.

In the near-eternal twilight, it was impossible to tell morning from evening.

The scruffy man squatted in the corridor, irritably stamping out a cigarette butt, "Damn, how long has it been since they went in? Why haven't they come out yet?"

"What's the rush?"

The gaunt man glanced at him, "Look at Ximin, so calm, you could learn a thing or two from her."

Right beside the two men, a woman with a sallow complexion was kneeling on the ground, praying, her lips moving with scriptures and texts, completely unfazed.

Who the fuck could act as crazy as that?

The expression on the scruffy man Angel's face twitched, but he dared not speak.

"Just don't be impatient," Kong Yebai advised, "The Main Priest has entrusted us with a mission, and we must handle it properly. Once the holy rituals are well executed, purification and blessing will also be ours to receive."

"You're right."

Angel said with a forced smile, "I'm just worried because I've seen that old Logan dragging a body past us several times. What if..."

"Don't worry, as long as we don't act in front of them, no matter if we blow their brains out, these ghosts won't care." Kong Yebai said reassuringly with a smile, "The Main Priest has high hopes for you. You need to perform well this time."

"Of course, of course!"

Angel chuckled and nodded, though inside, he was cursing up a storm.

Damn this bad luck! If it wasn't for the money, who the hell would get involved with you freaks from the Evil Cult? To hell with your Holy Spirit and sacred rituals.

Isn't it just food wherever you mix it?

Once this damn job is over, I'm off to Central Earth. What can you bunch of losers do to me?

While he was lost in his thoughts, the woman kneeling in prayer suddenly opened her eyes.

"They're out," Wang Ximin announced.

In that instant, at the end of the hallway, the sealed door slowly opened.

"Oh, my family, my family, no need to send me off," Ji Jue said with a smile, waving his hand in refusal, "Up to here is just fine, no problem past this point."

Then from under his sleeve, he subtly slipped a bulging blood bag over.

The old ghost, already half-spiritual, was even more delighted, beaming with joy, no longer blinded by old age, as if seeing a beloved grandchild, "Do come and visit."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely be back and forth!" Ji Jue, pushing the cart ahead, waved goodbye, "I'm off to be busy now."

"Busy, we're all busy."

The old ghost, cradling the warm blood bag, watched him go off into the distance, a touch of melancholy in his sigh, "It's good to be busy... good to be busy..."

With that, the door closed.

Ji Jue looked at the nearly mountainous pile of bottles and jars on the small cart and couldn't suppress a smile, brimming with joy.

What a great place, such a great place.

Especially after slipping them a gift, it got even better!

Just like shopping in a supermarket, loading the cart with all sorts of random stuff as if it was free.

Had I known about this kind of place, I would have applied to work in the storeroom directly. Why the hell would I need to work in gynecology?

Next time for sure, I'll come back!

"They're out."

Kong Yebai's eyes lit up as he pressed down on Angel's shoulder, "In a moment, as we discussed, you take the lead. Ximin and I will support you. We aim to get this done quickly, you got it?"

"Don't worry."

Angel grinned, the hair on his jowly beard relaxing, "This is something I do often."

As he bent down, his figure distorted and shrank, looking dry and gaunt, his steps floating lightly without any hint of threat.

Next, he punctured the blood bag, and a stream of crimson flowed from his chest. After rounding the corner, he already seemed staggered and on his last breath, as if his life was fleeting.

"Help, help..."

Large tears fell from his face. Leaning against the wall and signaling to Ji Jue with a gesture.

Behind him, at the hidden corner, the woman who had been kneeling in prayer also closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and lips continuously moving in chant.

In her near-mad fervor of devotion, the spiritual energy grew increasingly restless, silently flowing like water toward the distance.

And so, blade after blade without a handle stealthily moved from behind the dropped ceiling, swarming like a school of ravenous fish, rapidly closing in.

"Save me, big brother, save me..."

Angel's voice grew increasingly high-pitched, his expression convulsing, drawing Ji Jue's attention, "This hospital, I know, they're covertly doing experiments on the Chosen Ones. Save me, I'll tell—"

He froze mid-sentence.

The one pushing the cart behind him had neither faltered nor moved away. There was no reaction at all, as if he couldn't even be bothered to spare him a glance.

Pushing the cart forward.

Walking a full five steps ahead.

Then casually, from the cart, he pulled out a newly welded clay handgun still steaming hot and aimed it at Angel's forehead:

"Well acted, but don't act again next time."

The trigger pulled, with a thunderous blast.

The exaggerated caliber of the mercury bullet shot out from the spiraled steel tube of the gun, rushing forward, rapidly enlarging through the pair of astonished eyes.

Angel only had time to instinctively raise his arms in front of his face.

In that instant, the previous disguise vanished entirely, his body swiftly expanded, and his arms, even his face and body, shone with a hint of red metallic luster.

Like a piece of red-hot iron, heat surged up.

Yet the left arm, which he had put in front, visibly bent under the bullet's impact, revealing a profound crack!

The mercury seeped into the flesh beneath the wound, bringing waves of burning pain.

What the hell kind of gun is this?!

It was clearly a cannon!

"Damned mongrel—"

The thick golden iron armor quickly grew from beneath the white lab coat, enveloping his entire body. In an instant, he turned into an iron man.

But faster still was the shattered ceiling.

The moment the gunfire sounded, dozens of handle-less blades, controlled by telekinesis, pierced down like a torrential rain... but somehow, that little bastard seemed to have anticipated it, retreating abruptly as he fired.

Then, he lifted his white lab coat, curled up, and covered his head and face.

As if facing blades that could rival armor-piercing weapons was effective...

But the next moment, right before Angel's dumbstruck face, a large amount of solution emerged from beneath the white lab coat, seeping through. Fluid alchemy and the Embers' unique material enhancement caused the ordinary white lab coat to harden in an instant.

Superior to golden iron!

But even blades that could easily penetrate golden iron, after striking, only symbolically penetrated two centimeters?

Or they might lose all their force and fall to the ground.

Before that, they had already lost their source of power...

At that time, a shrill scream came from Wang Ximin, hidden in a corner.

It was only an instant when the wicked wind attacked.

And by the time he realized something was amiss, it was already too late!

The moment the woman, who had been kneeling and praying frantically, opened her eyes, she saw a 'Evil Dog' that had broken free of its chains—the Double-headed Ghost Fetus that had circled the outside of the building before breaking through the window to pounce at him!

At that moment, whether with a ferocious or joyful expression, it split from the center, transforming into a giant maw, spewing forth a torrent of frost that rapidly froze her limbs, and then the starving Ghost Fetus clawed onto her face, fiercely beginning to gnaw.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah..."

In an irrepresible scream, she struggled desperately. Scattered telekinetic forces repeatedly tried to pull the creature off her face, but amidst the agony, her spirit couldn't concentrate.

Her eyeballs and tongue had been instantly scooped out by sharp claws and swallowed, with blood oozing.

"Kong... Old Kong... save... save me! Save me!!!"

Thump!

After a dull thud, her face suddenly sported a bloody hole.

She fell back, lifeless.

And her comrade, whom she had been calling out to until just before her death, was only now sluggishly turning his head, attempting to reach out, a few dozen times slower in response.

Only then did he notice the chill at his neck spreading the intense pain.

And the sudden tiredness that rose in his consciousness, the uncontrollable feeling of lightness, and an indescribable excitement, his lungs convulsing, his heart twitching.

No, this was... poison...

He fell back, his limbs contorted and twitching.

His face turned cyanotic, with purple traces of veins crawling from beneath his neck up to his face.

Foam quickly bubbling from his mouth.

In the moment before he completely lost consciousness, the last thing he saw was a pair of long boots slowly emerging from the air.

Tong Hua.

At this moment, she was panting heavily with anxiety, almost unable to stand.

For the first time in her life, it was this exhilarating...

"Fighting two at once?!"

Stunned by the sight of her triumph, she blurted out, "I'm really fucking awesome!"

In her left hand was the handgun that Ji Jue had just hand-crafted for her in the warehouse, and in her other hand was a needle-less syringe connected to an empty pharmaceutical vial.

Propofol, Ketamine, Fentanyl, Morphine, Pethidine, Tramadol...

Expired anesthetics found in the warehouse, which had been purified to alarmingly high purities by Ji Jue using Non-attack, were all mixed together and injected into Kong Yebai's carotid artery.

He didn't have a medical license either and had learned little medical science. God knew what would happen with such a mishmash of chemicals injected, but as long as it worked, that was all that mattered!

It was enough to deal with a Chosen One of the Entropy System.

Poor Kong Yebai, the main carry among the three and once a renowned assassin, hadn't even had the chance to use his Matrix abilities before meeting a bitter end.

If there was anyone to blame, it was the Ether Chosen One's ability to trace and the Tong family's inherited techniques from the Matrix, which were just too overpowered!

The observation ability superior to other Ether Chosen Ones of the same rank allowed her to easily detect the traces left by their pursuers. And Matrix·Yesterday Reappearance was best at reading the records and past left in objects.

Coupled with the ability of the "Traces of History," she had nearly unearthed the innermost secrets of the three...

One from the Ruins, whose Matrix was Red Copper, excelling in transformation and fierce attacks. One from Tian Yuan, whose Matrix was All Control, specialized in telekinesis. And one from Entropy, whose Matrix was Feilian, proficient in air pressure manipulation...

One Transformation and two Summonings, as though she nearly had enough information to make a table with their measurements and birth dates and lay it in front of Ji Jue, asking him how he would fight this battle!

How would he fight?

Ji Jue almost didn't know how to lose such an easy battle!

Is this what Ether is?!

Aside from being 'strong' in the sense that it really could not punch, it was incredibly convenient for everything, the essential little helper for home, travel, murder, and more!

With the foresight and tracking of Ether, plus the precision attacks and exploitation of weaknesses provided by Embers, failing to get these three would indeed be strange.

As for the last one from the Ruins, who saw things weren't going well and turned tail to run, abandoning his teammates...

Ji Jue couldn't be bothered to chase.

He just stood in place, elbow propped on his little cart.

He began, counting down on his fingers.

"——5, 4, 3, 2... 1!"

Before he finished speaking, the sound of someone hitting the ground was heard.

The screams and cries were deafening!

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