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Chapter 261: Chapter 260: The Sin of Stealing

After the fusion of the two bodies, the dean seemed to undergo some sort of change.

Has he become stronger?

Su Changxing was not afraid at all. After advancing to Tier Eight, the original Dreamer was also elevated to the strength of Tier Eight, and the abilities gained from advancement were likewise.

[Mutated Pistol Enthusiast: More proficient in handling pistols, firing rate increased by 40%, accuracy corrected by 40%, bullet flight speed increased by 40%, damage increased by 40%, armor-piercing by 40%]

The boost provided by the Pistol Enthusiast became somewhat exaggerated, offering a 40% increase in every aspect, compared to only 15% before.

Isn’t this a bit too unscientific?

Su Changxing always felt it was a bit unreasonable, but didn’t know where the problem lay. However, this kind of unreasonableness was ultimately a good thing.

The revolver’s cylindrical magazine turned, the trigger click bringing out a crisp sound.

The ghostly green bullet carried a trace of blood-colored light, flew out of the muzzle at a strange speed, and vanished—not truly disappearing, but even Su Changxing’s dynamic vision couldn’t clearly track its trajectory.

The dean’s face showed a look of surprise and doubt, unable to fully grasp Su Changxing’s depth. With a wave of one hand, several Evil Spirits appeared in front of him like flowing water, standing in the path of the bullet.

There were a total of seven Evil Spirits, each looking more substantial than before.

The bullet passed through, like lightning in the darkness, dispersing five Evil Spirits, which turned into ghostly light and disappeared into the darkness.

”It’s over, Lord Sect Leader.”

Su Changxing tightly shut his eyes, already having approached the dean from the side with the ghostly green revolver, aiming at his forehead and pulling the trigger.

After advancing, he could already open and close the sleep state at will, and in the sleep state, the three-dimensional boost had reached a terrifying extent.

”No! I can’t die.”

The dean felt the threat of death, his face showing a look of madness.

This shot might directly disperse his Spirituality, with no possibility of resurrection, which he couldn’t accept. Having made so many preparations, he had just resurrected and was about to die again.

Su Changxing’s mouth turned up in a slight smile, pulling the trigger without hesitation; he wouldn’t give his opponent any chance.

He is a cautious person.

”Boom~”

The dean’s head exploded entirely, like a watermelon bursting, with dark blood splattering everywhere, turning into scattered bits of flesh.

However, only a few Extraordinary people or individuals with Precise perception could see this scene. In the eyes of others, Su Changxing was just firing into the air, without even bullets being shot out.

The blood flow in the air stopped, and the actions of those Evil Spirits stopped as well, standing still in place, allowing others to attack freely.

A cloak was still floating in the air, with an upper circular and lower pointed white symbol on it, glowing with a pure white sheen.

[Oath Cloak: This is a testament of status, a sign of being someone’s Beloved. You’d better not let this cloak remember you.]

It wasn’t over yet.

The cold feeling in the space still remained, and the phone didn’t show a kill notification; the dean hadn’t died yet.

”Truly tenacious.”

Su Changxing looked at the squirming, gathering bits of flesh on the ground, furrowing his brows, raising his hand for another shot, dispersing them again.

”You... damn it!”

The urgent voice of the dean came.

At this moment, it was like he was being held underwater, just breaking the surface only to be pressed down again, nearly suffocated.

Su Changxing’s body had already returned to normal status, staring at the slowly gathering bits of flesh on the ground, firing another shot.

”Boom~”

The booming sound of the revolver came, rubble shot out, dust was stirred up, and a big pit was blasted into the floor.

At this time, the amount of flesh on the ground was extremely little, maybe one more shot would completely kill the dean.

However, Su Changxing suddenly stopped, revealing a courteous smile, saying:

”So, how about we make a deal, with the condition that I won’t kill you?”

The dean finally had a chance to breathe, cautiously and hesitantly asking:

”What? You’ll let me go... first tell what it is.”

This feeling was too familiar, just like back then, it was the enticement of the Demon, he seemed to have no choice but to obey.

Death is the lowest point; everything else is better.

The Deceiver’s ability is stealing, stealing others’ possessions, everything is unique, including abilities.

Even if the same position is held by two people, their abilities still greatly differ, like leaves on a tree, looking similar from afar but different in shape and texture upon closer inspection.

The first step of deceit is not stealing, but imitation; the second step is stealing, and the final step is replacement.

Upon completing the final step, Su Changxing can permanently own this ability, converting it into one of the Deceiver’s abilities. Correspondingly, the person being stolen from will permanently lose this ability.

The success rate of forcibly stealing is very low, and failure will lead to some adverse consequences, but if the opponent is willing and agrees to be stolen from, it is almost certainly successful.

And the dean’s position, as a Necromancer, undoubtedly has extremely powerful and pathological abilities.

Su Changxing was determined to win, being able to acquire the dean’s abilities, his strength would once again increase significantly.

The corridor gradually became quiet, others were looking over in this direction. Obviously, Su Changxing had already defeated this terrifying monster.

This was a strange experience; thought they were doomed, but somehow, under Su Changxing’s lead, they survived.

Zhu Wenwu hobbled over, glanced at the seemingly changed Su Changxing, and silently watched the flesh on the ground without speaking.

The flesh wrapped on the ground, gathered into a lump, forming a blurred flesh face.

Su Changxing’s eyes were deep and obscure, slowly saying: ”I need you to give up your ability, and then you can survive.”

”Impossible!”

The dean decisively rejected: ”That way, I’d die anyway.”

He was now barely alive under the support of the Evil Spirit’s residue; losing it meant immediate death.

Su Changxing slightly smiled: ”But what I want you to give up is not that ability, but another one, probably called ’Pastoral Spirit.’”

The dean fell into silence and shock, shocked by Su Changxing’s understanding of his abilities.

’Pastoral Spirit’ is his ability to control the Undead.

Su Changxing never thought of stealing the residue of the Undead; stealing abilities carries corresponding causes or rather defects.

The residue of the Undead ability will gradually erode the owner’s humanity, leaning towards a true Undead, and this process is so natural that the owner won’t notice any abnormalities, eventually becoming subjugated under a certain existence, becoming a Beloved.

This was the information deduced from the interaction of the Deceiver’s inherent detection ability and ”True Knowledge” — it was as if he had already laid bare the dean’s secrets.