[You have slain a Transcendent Martial Artist, altering the fate of this world.]
[You have earned one million destiny points.]
"Oh?" Gang Reyong raised an eyebrow at the notification.
Until now, he hadn’t received a single destiny point in this world. This was the first time—and it came simply from slaying a Transcendent Martial Artist.
"Does that mean the more Transcendent Martial Artists I kill, the more powerful destiny points I’ll receive?" he murmured calmly.
His mind churned, calculating rapidly. After a moment, he turned toward the woman, his tone icy:
"Who are you women?"
The woman standing before him wore simple black robes, a blindfold covering her eyes—it was a mystery how she could even see.
"Me?" she stammered, barely able to stop sobbing. "I-I..."
She met Gang Reyong’s abyss-like gaze, a stare that seemed to pierce straight through her soul. Her head instinctively turned away, and she struggled to maintain her composure.
"What’s wrong?" Gang Reyong asked, his voice calm, yet unsettling.
"If you kill him... then the Shadow Faction will never forget this grudge..." she said, trembling, barely able to hold herself together.
"So?" Gang Reyong’s voice turned cold as ice. "Who’s going to take revenge on me for this, anyway?"
"Not now... but in the future..." she whispered, her voice shaking. Under his eerie gaze, any semblance of calm she had left completely shattered.
"And what makes you think there’s a future for this Shadow Faction?" Gang Reyong asked coldly.
His abyss-like gaze bore into her, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Are you really going to kill all the members of the Shadow Faction so ruthlessly?"
"Yes." Gang Reyong replied with a simple, frigid voice laced with killing intent.
The woman froze, staring at him. He stood like a man beyond redemption, a force no longer bound by mercy. She couldn’t help but swallow hard.
"There are hundreds of thousands of members in our Shadow Faction. Do you truly intend to kill them all? If you commit such a massacre... you’ll become the greatest sinner this world has ever known."
"Then let it be," Gang Reyong said flatly, his tone cold as stone, devoid of emotion.
The woman collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Her face twisted into a pitiful expression, tears streaming down as her voice broke:
"Do you really have the heart to do that?"
"I don’t have a heart anymore," Gang Reyong replied without hesitation. "Your Shadow Faction already took it, shattered it into pieces. The cruelty you’ve inflicted is beyond forgiveness."
"But if you go through with this... what’s the difference between you and us?" she asked in a hushed, trembling voice.
"I don’t need there to be a difference," he said with his gaze unwavering. "I gave up my humanity the moment I killed Jian Ruxue... and I will never falter from that path."
The bazooka in Gang Reyong’s hand morphed seamlessly into a Glock. He pointed it directly at her forehead.
"So, tell me," he asked, his voice icy, "how should I kill you?"
"Please, don’t kill me!" she cried, instantly begging for her life. "I’m the Seer—I can predict the future for you!"
Gang Reyong scoffed coldly.
"So it was you. You were the one who built that statue of me... and sacrificed for it. The orchestrator of all this."
His voice held no warmth, no pity, only cold detachment.
"Did you also predict whether I’d kill you or not?"
"Please..." Her sobs grew louder, more desperate. "You did ki—"
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