Chapter 8
Author: Captain of the Youth First Crazy Squad
But Luo Mo didn't care about this, and walked over with two bodyguards directly. When the other party glanced at the two people behind him and stepped back subconsciously, he immediately chased after him and forced him to the empty alley. inside.
At this time, Luo Mo raised his hand to pat her ear, but when he stretched out his small hand, he quickly discovered that the behavior of the other party being too tall was physically impossible.
No way, he could only put it down silently, and then took out a gold coin from his pocket.
At this time, the girl's face finally changed:
"....What do you want to do?"
"I don't want to do anything? I just want to do something that makes everyone happy."
Although his palms were frozen and unconscious, Luo Mo bit off the glove of his right hand, pinched the girl's equally cold chin and lifted it up... To be precise, it was a bit like holding up, and his face was also deliberately With a squeezed smile, he deliberately proposed conditions that the other party could not accept:
"Touch it for me, and I'll give this to you, how is it a good deal?"
"....Where?"
"chest."
"..."
The girl who was forced to lift her head heard the words, and instantly looked down at him with disgust, and when he was triumphant when his goal was achieved, she suddenly bit into his hand and snatched the gold coin from his hand.
"—Fuck me?! You are a dog!?"
Luo Mo, who just wanted to scare people and earn points, couldn't help cursing in the pain, but the other party fled after taking the gold coins.
The two believers subconsciously pulled out the cross swords and were about to rush to the girl silently to pay for their blood debts, but Luo Mo raised his hand to stop their actions, causing them to retreat back silently. As for killing.
Ordinary witch believers will not question their superiors at all, and even their self-awareness is doubtful, so that Luo Mo does not need to think about disguising.
But looking at the frail girl who was running away, his self-confidence, which suddenly rose after he killed a small cadre, fell a lot.
Because the other party is obviously only a thin and weak child, but the speed is unreasonable, and when he bites him, he does not respond.
"Could it be that the other party is of some special race? Or a well-trained warrior? . . . It doesn't look like it either."
Depressed scratching his head, Luo Mo didn't care about it anymore.
Because ghost transformation is actually a very tiring thing, and emotions can easily get out of control under the influence of blood, so there is no ghost transformation to heal himself. He wrapped a bandage on his bleeding hand, and began to look for the next target.
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When I came to the Holy Kingdom of Gustico to set up camp, two months passed in a blink of an eye.
Luo Mo, who was awakened by the energetic Peticius fancy, was working hard for the time being. Of course, the work was done by others, but he molested women from good families and bullied cats and dogs on the street. Dogs earn points.
His behavior fits the definition of a petty crime, and he became a well-known hooligan in the city within two months. However, sometimes women take the initiative to take advantage of him. Not only did he not have any negative emotions, but he almost took advantage of others, which made him There are "childhood shadows".
The people of the ghost clan are very powerful and can give him quite a good amount of energy. In contrast, the negative emotions of ordinary people are weak and pitiful. Even if he works very hard to make everyone he encounter hate him as a rascal, these two However, it only rose by about 67 negative sentiments in the month.
However, most of the other parties are just ordinary people, and he is just a hooligan who molested women from good families. Naturally, there is very little fear and disgust, either incomprehensible or difficult to accept.
You must know that the moment he killed the small cadre of the Witch Sect, he gained several times the points, and the ordinary believers he killed were only slightly inferior to this.
According to the system's explanation, it seems to be because, when he kills a person, the negative emotions of the other party are maximized at that moment, and the soul is absorbed by the spirit.
This gradually made a devil live in his heart, whispering in his ear and constantly urging him to kill people. After a long time, even he was a little bit eager to move, but when he calmed down, he wondered if he was crazy and wanted to kill to earn points. ?
But... Punishing the evil and not promoting the good seems to be a way too?
Chapter 16 Prelude to Change
When Luo Mo was troubled by inner demons, today's blizzard was obviously colder than usual, and the entire city was enveloped in unprecedented ice and snow, but...
"—A blizzard of this magnitude! It can't be compared to the witch's love for me! The witch loves me! So I will repay it with diligence!!"
It was surprisingly cold today, but Petticius, as usual, pushed open the door of his room without giving any privacy.
Holding himself in his hands and twisting his body like an earthworm, his lips twisted into the usual gloomy smile as a good morning greeting, refreshing him.
"...Why am I a cadre as big as I am? It's not a beautiful girl who wakes me up every morning, but an uncle who is crazy, ugly and super scary..."
That's right.... The biggest problem that has plagued Luo Mo in the past two months is not being taken advantage of by female hooligans, nor the inner demon beside his ears, but the diligently coming to wake him up every day, and the noise is still constant Pettitius, who was writhing at the door.
This made him even a little nostalgic. In the first days in the Witch Sect's stronghold, Pandora was a top-quality loli even if he had a dark heart.
But now every day he wakes up and faces him with a terrifying uncle with a strange expression, which is about to blind his eyes, and he can't eat breakfast every day.
But there is no way that even if his heart is heavy, he is forced to get up and go to the town to make a fool of himself, collecting the negative energy he needs as usual.
It's just that it's really too cold today, there are not many passers-by on the street, and he was built into a little snowman by the heavy snow within a short while under the snowstorm.
But while he was looking for a target while playing the role of a snowman, he noticed the black-haired girl who bit him a few days ago, a very rare black-haired girl in this colorful world.
"...Could it be that God is rewarding my diligence and putting all the opportunities for revenge in front of me?"
When Luo Mo, who was shivering from the cold, saw the girl, he immediately shook off the snowflakes on his body and head, and followed with a sinister smile.
The girl looked around cautiously, and then entered a shop in the town, quietly observing the boss while hiding things in her clothes.
"Wow....to steal in this weather when there are no customers? Are you hungry?"
Looking left and right, he looked around, except for his followers who were protecting him, he couldn't even see a single person on the street.
Just when he couldn't stop thinking, should he wait for her to come out with the booty and grab her booty as revenge...
The door of the store was suddenly closed, and the girl's exclamation came from the room, as well as the lewd laughter of the man.
He subconsciously looked in through the window, but saw that the girl was pushed to the ground, and the glass bottle with milk hidden in his arms also shattered on the ground.
But the man ignored the girl's begging for mercy, while beating the girl who resisted with all his strength, he laughed lewdly and tore her clothes:
"Stop screaming! It's no use screaming! No one can hear you in this weather! Your honesty will end soon! You don't have to suffer!"
"No, no! Help! Help me!! Someone...!!"
No matter what the middle-aged shopkeeper said, the girl was desperately calling for help, but.... this also made the shopkeeper's attack heavier and heavier.
Although he is now playing the villain, Luo Mo's actions basically depend on his mood, but he himself is very disgusted with rape.
Therefore, even if the other party bit his "enemy", he almost kicked the wooden shop door.
- Bang! !
The weak door was kicked open.
"who?!"
The man who just tore off the girl's coat was startled and raised his head to look back.
The girl with only underwear left on her upper body grabbed the glass piece of the milk bottle on the side, took the opportunity to stab into the man's stomach, and pulled it randomly, giving the man a disembodied belly.
In the man's wailing, blood and intestines spilled directly from his belly, splattered on the girl's face on the ground, and the thin girl with frostbite on her face couldn't help showing a dazed look for this warmth.
Luo Mo, who kicked in the door, was startled by the girl with blood all over his face and the man whose stomach was broken.
But he still walked forward quickly and squatted in front of the girl who subconsciously looked over with glass fragments in her hand.
After hesitating for a moment, he took off his heavy coat and put it on the girl who had only underwear left:
"...Anyway, put on your clothes first, or you should freeze."
"Hey...you are...the little hooligan at that time?"
The girl who was still in a trance looked at him blankly, recognizing that he was the person who wanted to tease her a few days ago, she suddenly showed a bewildered expression, and subconsciously clenched the glass in her hand.
"Don't get excited, don't get excited, I'm not really a bad person, just...I don't know what to say, but can you throw this dangerous thing away first?"
"....What do you want to do?"
There was obvious vigilance on the girl's face.
"Don't do anything. Now, I should be trying to help you? Hmm... Anyway, it's better for us to leave here first."
For the girl with a blue nose, a swollen face, and a cracked corner of her mouth, Luo Mo grabbed the glass she was holding and threw it away, and leaned on the strong body of the ghost clan to hug her directly.
I don't know if it should be regarded as an accident, but the girl is a little more light than he imagined, and she is obviously in a state of severe nutritional deficiencies.
But just after he finished speaking, the biting cold wind from walking out of the door of the store made him shiver again. The girl who was staring at him blankly seemed to say something, but he couldn't hear it clearly without losing his coat.
The cult stronghold is too dangerous to take others with him, so he went to the hotel to open a room and put the girl in, he hesitated or left his wallet and left the hotel, doing a rare good thing and acting as a thunderbolt .. front.
Just seeing the girl snuggling on his coat, the intoxicated look made him unable to bear to go back, which made him almost freeze into a popsicle on the way back.
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In the difficult days of the Witch Sect, another half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
Luo Mo left early from the Northern Holy Kingdom and was dispatched everywhere as if traveling around the world.
When I was ten years old... About a year after I came to the Witch Sect, because it did not meet Pandora's expected growth, I was directly assigned to the Holy Phalakia Empire in the south of the Pro-Dragon Kingdom.
In this country, only recently, the Bishop of Strong Desire has broken through the fortress city Gaikura, and he has also killed the eight-armed Kulgang, the hero of the empire.
But Luo Mo, who had just arrived and had nothing to communicate with, did not know this. In order to collect negative energy, he actively participated in the activities of the Witch Sect, and brought his younger brother to act as the boss as usual to attract hatred.
Of course, he is actually just bullying men and women, because he doesn't have any big goals. He just wants to eat and wait to die and become stronger in peace. However.... His lazy thoughts and peaceful daily life, but one night was completely shattered.
Chapter 17 Prayer Does Not Call Miracles
"--kill!!"
"—Destroy the Witch Sect!!"
"—Kill them all!!"
......
There was no sign of what happened.
The sky in the east was not even white, and the screams of killing superimposed in all directions woke Luo Mo from his dream.
But before he could get up, the wall he lived in had already been smashed open, and he didn't have time to become a ghost in the smoke and dust in the sky, and he lost consciousness the next moment.
When he woke up again, he found that he was tied to a cross with more than a dozen believers, and there was a crowd of applauding onlookers below.
Subconsciously, he tried to distance himself from the Witch Sect, but he found that his mouth was blocked.
The other party also seemed to understand that he was a ghost, and cast a spell on him so that he could not become a ghost, and even his body became extremely weak.
No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from the chains that bound his whole body. He could only watch the executioner come forward, hold the big iron nail and aim the pointed position at his palm, and swing the hammer mercilessly. smashed down.
"—Ugh!?!"
The sharp pain that penetrated the heart swept towards him in the palm of his hand, and the bright red liquid splashed in the air, but he could only let out a silent muffled groan.
The surrounding crowd couldn't stop cheering loudly, which made the executioner excited to continue the execution of this vicious crime bishop, dropping the second nail.
The unbearable pain almost made him faint, but as the leader, he was different from the others. He was given a spell that could not be stunned and doubled the pain.
A large stone was also hung under his feet, causing the wound on his palm to be continuously pulled by the double weight of the body and the stone.
Because the wound on the palm was not enough to cause him to die from excessive blood loss in a short period of time, but the pain tortured him all the time, and even made him unable to breathe normally.
Every second was an experience that surpassed death, and he almost went mad when he was too conscious.
The remaining rationality made him unable to imagine that under normal circumstances, there should be reliable companions to save him from the fire and water.
But the next moment this thought appeared, he couldn't help but let out a dull and miserable smile.
Because this year, he has been completely like a local ruffian. Even if Ramrem met him, he would definitely think that he didn't know him. He didn't have the face to meet him, and he didn't even have anyone who could be called a companion. There is no such thing as a reliable companion.
All he has is the enemy who hates him, the enemy who is about to hate him, or the people who use each other.
The indifference of the system also made him understand that he is really not an indispensable existence, just an attempt by God.
In the agony that every second is enough to make people mad, and every second is far better than normal death, he once prayed that someone would come to save him, but the next moment he had this fantasy, he gave up this naivety, and only hoped that he could Died a second earlier.
But.... cheap prayers made on an impromptu call did not evoke miracles.
The moment he appeared in this world, he knew that he had to make changes, but he didn't really take action. He just hoped for a stable transformation, but he didn't realize it. Transformation itself cannot be stable, and true transformation cannot be without injury.
He was fascinated by the ease in front of him, but he forgot that without the protection of others, he would not be guarded by the rules if he didn't follow the rules. In such a world, even living was a luxury.
Endless remorse filled his mind, and despair filled his heart. On the cross, he couldn't help feeling sad for his laziness and stupidity, and in this way, he realized remorse and passed through every minute of hardship.
The next day, the sky was already dark, and the icy rain fell drop by drop and splashed on his face mercilessly, but he couldn't drink even a drop of water with his mouth still blocked.
On the third day, the merciless scorching sun scorched his skin, and flies flew to his infected and festering wounds, as if sucking blood and laying eggs on the wounds. With his enhanced senses and unable to pass out, he was in pain. Itchy and nauseating.
On the simple and cruel crucifixion, the stronger the endurance, the longer the time of torture, and he did not die until the fourth day after being strengthened.