Chapter 127: Obtaining the Weapon, The Scythe of Death

Beside him, a large scythe hovered in midair.

The entire blade emitted a strange purple energy, exuding an aura of death from top to bottom.

Xiao Zi was utterly certain that this scythe had been custom-made for him; only his own energy could wield it.

As he slowly stepped forward, he finally noticed a red vengeful spirit carved onto the handle of the scythe. If it wasn’t himself, then who else could it be?

Without hesitation, he grasped the scythe firmly in his hand.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the weapon: Reaper’s Scythe.

Weapon description: This weapon is the manifestation of the deity who governs life and death in the West. It possesses immense power and can be activated by channeling energy.

Effect 1: During use, this weapon absorbs the target’s fear—the deeper the fear, the greater the weapon’s power.

Effect 2: This weapon can be combined with other skills, amplifying their effects upon use.]

Good heavens, Xiao Zi muttered in astonishment.

Now he understood why the Fear Demon God had brought him to his domain—it was to bestow upon him such a weapon.

Most likely, the demon had taken him there specifically to select a weapon suited for him.

Only then did he sense the outside world.

According to logic, this place should be near the laboratory, yet at this moment, the lab was completely silent, devoid of any signs of life.

It was easy to imagine that the Sakura Kingdom’s authorities had either ceased their experiments or relocated them elsewhere.

The latter possibility seemed far more likely.

In that case, it was time to find Wang Hui and Joker—those two were still wandering about, unaware of their whereabouts.

He intended to have them investigate the local customs to devise appropriate methods of spreading fear, though he wondered if they were being lazy.

Since he had already implanted a demonic seed within Wang Hui, Xiao Zi swiftly pinpointed his location.

“Even if one day there is a year over there, it’s only been about a week here. How did this kid get so far away?” he mused.

Not wanting to dwell on it, Xiao Zi vanished from the spot and slipped into the enveloping darkness.

...

Since parting ways with Xiao Zi, Wang Hui had brought Joker to Fengshui City.

Watching the passersby, he found himself dumbstruck.

Glancing at Joker, who was disguised as a cosplaying clown, Wang Hui reluctantly said, “Boss, maybe you overestimated my social skills?”

Joker turned his head mechanically. “Do you expect me, a bizarre creature, to go around gathering information from humans?”

Truth be told, Joker’s costume would attract some attention in any other country on this planet.

But here, with so many people dressed eccentrically, passersby simply ignored him, which bruised his pride somewhat.

Just as Wang Hui felt utterly helpless, Joker offered a useful suggestion.

“How about we just go to an internet café for a while and learn about this country through the network?”

“You just want to play games, don’t you? Besides, we don’t even have ID cards—how would you log in?”

“Nonsense. Is the mission the boss gave us less important than a game? If you think my approach won’t work, then suggest a better one.”

“Fine, then how do you propose we deal with the ID card issue?”

Joker gave Wang Hui a disdainful look, then slowly approached a passerby and whispered.

“If you don’t give me your ID card, your husband will suffer a bloody calamity!”

This was one of his skills—altering a person’s mental state to make them believe anything he said.

However, it only worked on ordinary people, limiting its usefulness.

Joker chose to say this to a middle-aged woman, assuming she cared deeply for her husband.

To their surprise, the woman nearly leaped for joy upon hearing Joker’s words.

“Is that true? My husband is going to have a bloody disaster?”

She then happily skipped away, leaving a stunned Joker behind.

Wang Hui nearly burst out laughing. He came over and patted Joker’s shoulder.

“I admit your skill is impressive, but using a normal person’s logic to judge this race—isn’t that idiotic?”

Unfazed, Joker went to another person and said, “If you don’t give me your ID card, your whole family is doomed.”

This person was even more excited than the middle-aged woman.

“Am I really this lucky? Yesterday, a female con artist seduced me into buying useless insurance, and today your warning comes true? Ha ha!”

Joker: “...”

Having once been human, he knew what humans valued most, yet here it felt like these people were nothing like he imagined.

He turned his head and looked at Wang Hui clutching his stomach with laughter, then said deliberately, “I don’t think we need to investigate the local customs anymore. Such a race practically has no reason to exist.”

Nevertheless, they did manage to obtain an ID card. After manipulating the network administrator’s mind, the two sat down at a computer in the corner of the internet café.

...

As soon as Wang Hui sat down, he coldly said to Joker, “I’m telling you, once we find useful information, we leave immediately. I sense many spirit tamers here—we can’t linger, and definitely no gaming!”

Emotionally, he had been with Xiao Zi longer than Joker.

Logically, strength was paramount—now that he was a dual deity’s earthly agent, he could easily overpower an A-rank, let alone Joker.

By both feeling and reason, Wang Hui held a higher position than Joker in their small trio, so he spoke bluntly.

Joker harbored no resentment—after all, bizarre creatures cared little for hierarchy.

“But look—the ‘Blade, oh Blade’ event ends tomorrow. Just one match grants a new hero. Are you sure you don’t want to play?”

Hearing this, Wang Hui’s eyes narrowed.

“Really?”

“Absolutely! Look!”

Staring at Joker’s screen for a while, Wang Hui said flatly, “Why does your game load so fast?”

“That’s not important. One match doesn’t take long, and even if those spirit tamers show up, you can handle them easily, right?”

Tempted by Joker’s words, Wang Hui pondered for about half a second, then nodded hesitantly.

“Alright, one match then.”

Ten hours later.

“Damn! These little devils play so terribly. Did you find any info about the Sakura Kingdom?”

“No! Not even a single piece of news. I told you before, your Wind Hero needs 1E5 gold—I didn’t get to say it before.”

As the two argued heatedly, a pair of large hands suddenly landed on Wang Hui’s shoulders.

“I’m playing! Don’t bother me!”

Though he said this, the energy inside his body was already surging, fully prepared for battle at any moment.

“Sakura Kingdom’s spirit tamers? We’ve been noticed.”

Just as he was about to turn and strike, a familiar voice rang out.

“Damn! Wang Hui, you’re still alive? I thought you were dead!”

Cursing someone dead at the start—that guy had some nerve.