I'm supposed to be beheaded right at the start, but I'm immortal!

Chapter 10. A Flying Blade, A Fly Ascending the Ranks, and the Power of Ten Thousand Slimes

I hate it!

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The believer passed away peacefully, though unwilling to accept his fate.

If he were to fight one-on-one, the outcome would be uncertain.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

"Great sneak attack!"

The old wizard looked at Mabel in surprise. Although the ambush plan had been discussed long ago, your punch just now was far too skillful.

She looks kind of cute in that gothic dress, but she's incredibly ruthless when she hits people.

Mabel waved her hand:

"There's no need to talk about morality when dealing with evil forces; we just need to stand together and fight. Yeah, that's what I read in books."

As the two were talking, Green picked up his handbag that had fallen to the ground.

Upon opening it, the bag contained test tubes filled with potions and a magic crystal.

The test tube filled with medicine gave Green a vague feeling that it wasn't good stuff. Luckily, the test tube was sturdy enough and hadn't been broken in the fight just now.

Let's take it back to Dr. Raven for identification.

As for this magic crystal...

Green's eyes lit up; this was a real gem.

Magic Crystal is one of the rare minerals in Therla, containing a large amount of Mana, and has many uses in various fields.

For example, when Green was fighting in the Western Continent, he saw a powerful expert at the Sun Realm fight against a Demon King's army cadre. The two fought for three days and three nights, and Green's mana was completely depleted.

Meanwhile, the powerful figure, taking advantage of the Demon King's army officers' inattention, took out dozens of magic crystals, instantly absorbed their energy, reversed the situation, and utterly defeated the Demon King's army officers.

Therefore, magic crystals can be considered strategic resources to some extent.

Although the magic crystal in the handbag was far smaller than the one taken out by the Sun Realm, only about the size of a fist, it was more than worth 1000 gold pounds at market price.

It's uncertain whether Brother Dao is still alive after being attacked by the Mafia.

Green thought for a moment.

Should I go over there and say to the two gangsters who are fighting?

"Stop fighting! You're not going to kill anyone like this! Let Brother Dao pay off his debts first!"

That's unrealistic. He has no interest in getting involved in the mess between the Mafia and the Peaky Breasts.

Moreover, according to the Mafia, they even called the Sheriff's Office. Given Green and the old wizard's status as fugitives, what would happen if the Sheriff's Office came when they went to collect their debts?

Since this handbag was originally given to Brother Dao by the believers, it can be considered Brother Dao's property. Taking it back is a way to give back to Doctor Raven.

Thinking this, Green looked at Mabel, who was touching the corpse, and the old wizard standing in line to the side.

Green: "???"

Mabel was quite skilled at looting corpses.

No, aren't you a noble lady? How come you're so skilled at looting corpses?

The old wizard was also somewhat surprised. He had originally intended to be the first to touch the corpse, but Mabel, protective of her food, glared at him fiercely and dared not move.

"Ahem, why are you all looking at me like that? Boss, I'm looking for any evidence of his crimes on him."

Green: "Mhm."

Mabel kicked the corpse away in disgust, saying with regret, "It's covered in rags, not even a single silver coin. What a filthy pauper."

Aren't you looking for evidence of a crime?

What exactly are they regretting?

"By the way," Mabel asked, "what's in that handbag?"

Seeing the burning intensity in her eyes, like a ravenous hyena, Green mumbled, "There are some test tubes of medicine inside, probably poison or something. That's all."

The fact that there was a magic crystal in the bag was concealed.

Mabel was slightly disappointed. "I see. But these test tubes of the drugs should be evidence of their crimes, which is good."

Seeing her disappointed expression.

Green sighed inwardly.

Sorry, Mabel.

It's not that I lied to you, it's that this chaotic world has lied to you!

If the two gangs hadn't fought, the Raven Gang wouldn't have owed Doctor Raven a debt.

It doesn't matter if Mabel gets this magic crystal.

After all, she is the daughter of an earl; would she even look at this junk?

No, definitely not.

Even if I don't know how, I'd rather not say it.

But Mabel suddenly changed the subject, saying suspiciously:

"Even so, let me see your handbag anyway. Maybe there's some treasure I didn't notice... cough cough, incriminating evidence!"

Green's lips twitched, realizing something was wrong. Just as he was thinking of how to change the subject, he heard a scream of "Ah!" coming from the direction where the corpse that Mabel had just kicked away had flown.

"Who is it?! Who ambushed me?!"

In the gray fog.

Brother Dao looked furious.

Just now, he not only broke through the second stage of the Destiny Path on the brink of life and death, but also comprehended a brand new skill from the Razor Slash!

In the face of life and death, he remembered a legend about a razor.

Taylor Raben had no razor until a powerful figure appeared.

Once upon a time, there was a powerful man who was so strong that even his full beard was as hard as diamond, which caused his wife to dislike him and not be intimate with him.

This powerful man painstakingly studied weapon-making techniques, apprenticed under the giant craftsman Yhorm, and eventually forged a sharp razor specifically for the strong to shave.

This powerful man's original intention was to free everyone from the troubles he caused. However, because the razor was too sharp, it eventually evolved into a special kind of killing weapon.

Brother Dao thought, razors were originally made for shaving beards, and beards are body hair...

On a sudden inspiration, Brother Dao unleashed his self-created technique—

"A flying knife!"

With a single slash, he severed all the body hair from the members of the Mafia without harming them. The group felt a chill run down their spines and dared not move.

Brother Dao knew this technique could only reduce an enemy's body hair. But the mafia didn't! In their eyes, if Brother Dao had chopped off their groin hair with a single stroke, wouldn't another strike cut off their groin?!

I can't even imagine it!

Even Mafia boss Frank was taken aback.

Taking advantage of their surprise, Brother Dao turned and fled the encirclement.

Fortunately, this gray fog seemed to be a Pyrrhic victory, with visibility reduced to only a few meters, and the Mafia members seemed to be in the same boat.

Brother Dao ran incredibly fast, and after escaping just a kilometer from the back door of the workshop, he thought the Mafia probably wouldn't be able to catch up with him anytime soon.

With a "whoosh!" sound, a corpse flew from afar and slammed into him.

The immense force nearly broke his ribs!

Brother Dao roared:

"Who? Who attacked me?!"

Who the hell dumped the body here?

Have you no sense of public morality at all?!

Dao Ge subconsciously looked at the corpse dressed in a black robe.

"Strange, why does this person look so familiar?"

"Wait! Believer? Believer, how did you die?!"

That familiar black robe—who else could it be but a believer?

The believer's death is no big deal, but the handbag is also missing; it contained something given to me by the divine messenger...

If the Mafia takes it and hands it over to the police...

If it's destroyed, everything is destroyed!

Although he could tell the divine messenger about the matter and run away together, he would definitely be punished by the divine messenger... Moreover, he couldn't escape the ten factories he owned in St. Petersburg!

The thought of his factory, which he had worked so hard to build over the years, being confiscated filled Dao Ge with rage. What difference was there between this and him being arrogant?

"Sneak attack!"

Brother Dao was startled, thinking someone was attacking him, but after two seconds he realized there was no movement.

"Who? Who's speaking?"

He then discovered that the believer's body lay with its eyes open, its last breath lingering, transforming into two words:

"Shameless!"

There was no further movement.

Shameless... a sneak attack?

Who attacked the believers?

Brother Dao ran in the direction from which the corpse had flown.

Whoever attacked the believer, he absolutely had to get that handbag back!

Soon, he saw Green and his two companions through the fog.

Upon looking, Brother Dao saw that the briefcase he was looking for was being held by Green. Without saying a word, he stabbed him and shouted:

"A flying blade!"

Brother Dao, wielding a gleaming silver razor, slashed through the air with overwhelming force.

Aside from the old wizard exclaiming "Holy crap!", the other two didn't react much.

Green and Mabel were stunned.

I wondered why this knife looked imposing but didn't actually do any damage.

Brother Dao was also stunned.

He had planned to use a flying knife to intimidate the three men, just like he had intimidated the mafia, and then seize the opportunity to snatch their handbag and escape.

These two people didn't react at all?

The old wizard's expression was strange, and he said solemnly, "What a terrifying strike!"

Green tilted his head: "Terrible?"

Mabel tilted her head: "Where?"

The two exchanged a glance.

Was that knife really that scary?

The old wizard's expression grew even stranger. "Hiss... It seems you... no, nothing at all..."

He could sense that if he spoke up, Green wouldn't care, but Mabel would probably beat him to death on the spot.

Green and Mabel were even more confused.

Dao Ge's expression was rather grim; he had guessed why the flying slash had been ineffective.

Shout in your heart:

"Bitterness!"

Against a hairless person, this flying knife loses its great deterrent effect!

Although delaying any longer might lead to discovery by the Mafia, he couldn't worry about that now; he had to get his handbag back!

Then, the three of them saw countless slime corpses... phantoms appear behind Dao Ge!

A dense aura of bloodlust emanated from the gleaming silver razor. With a roar, Brother Dao slashed at Green:

"This strike, imbued with the power of a million slime corpses, can you withstand it?!"

"Prepare to die!"

Having consumed a million slimes, Dao Ge had already mastered Razor Slash to its peak.

This is the strongest strike of the sword, and even a third-tier expert would have to temporarily avoid its edge.

What's more, Green, whose extraordinary aura is barely perceptible?

In Brother Dao's view, his knife was like a hero's holy sword used to kill cows and chickens; he was bound to succeed!

Green could certainly feel the power of that strike.

What he lacks is skill and talent for the Holy Seal that he hasn't mastered. He hasn't even reached the Lantern-Carrying Realm, so his extraordinary aura is naturally very weak.

But after being injured and rebuilt on the battlefield, and having undergone countless "training" sessions, his physical attributes, speed, and strength have, after observing for the past few days, become comparable to those of an ordinary first-level extraordinary being in the Destiny Realm!

It's not too late to hide now, but what if Brother Dao turns this knife on Mabel and the old wizard next to him?

But his own strength was insufficient to withstand it...

Without hesitation, Green roared back and broke three fingers, writhing in pain.

"A fly climbs the steps!"

【Sacred Seal: Moment of Incarnation】—Three fingers, push!

Green had previously experienced the effects of the Flesh Moment and found that the pain he could endure was roughly the same as Peter Pan's, involving five fingers. If it were other parts of his body, or if more fingers were broken, he would probably faint from the pain.

However, compared to the moment of being hit by flesh, Green prefers to call it the fly climbing the stairs.

If the pain of breaking one finger is 2, then if three fingers are broken, Green will feel 4 times, 8 times, and 16 times the pain respectively!

This pain transformed into his power, propelling him to the strength of the third stage of the Destiny Path!

Green gripped the dagger in reverse, met the blade head-on, and slashed upwards!

Brother Dao was shocked: "How is this possible!"

The reverse slash of the dagger not only shattered Brother Dao's Razor Slash but also slashed his abdomen, causing a torrent of blood to flow out instantly.

Dao Ge was incredulous. How could someone with such a weak aura of extraordinary power possess such immense strength?!

Severely injured, Brother Dao immediately decided to flee, disappearing into the gray mist.

If you don't want the factory and the handbags, then don't!

Survival is the most important thing; as long as we're alive, we can always rebuild!

Brother Dao fled in a sorry state, thinking to himself:

These three men, dressed in black robes and hiding their faces, must be members of the Mafia!

He'll remember this grudge!

He gritted his teeth and said:

"Mafia... Punk Leader, I swear I will not rest until I avenge this!"

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Mabel realized what was happening and looked at Green with concern:

"How are you? Are you alright?"

The old wizard looked at the severed finger on the ground, recalling the sudden surge of power that Grimm had just gained, and seemed to be deep in thought.

Green shook his head. "I'm fine. Let's go."

Mabel nodded. Anyway, the evidence of the Razor Shields and those followers' crimes was all in her briefcase. Her goal had been achieved, so if they couldn't catch the people, so be it.

Of course, it's not that I'm afraid of Brother Dao.

She naturally had something on her body that could withstand that stab.

She can handle it, and so can Green.

Then only the old wizard at the second level of the lantern couldn't withstand it.

If Brother Dao returns from the gray fog, the old wizard might die.

Otherwise, catching the criminal on the spot and forcing him to confess... cough cough, making him honestly confess his crimes and handing him over to the police station would be a huge success for her!

This will allow my father to realize my extraordinary potential and make it possible for me to join the tribunal to punish evil and promote good!

The thought that this teammate might disappear because of a teammate who was dragging them down made Mabel's eyes turn extremely disgusted.

The old wizard: "???"

No, what did I do again?

He didn't know, and he didn't dare to ask.

Green picked up his briefcase and was about to leave when he heard the sound of many footsteps.

No, there are other experts?

The three men silently concealed their faces with black robes and hoods, ready to launch a sneak attack if they were enemies.

A slightly familiar voice could be heard coming from within the mist.

"Green, oh Green, are you really hiding here...?"

It was Ivan and his fellow prison guards!

Not long ago, two other clinics in the slum also failed to find any trace of Green.

He was already in despair, thinking that he was definitely going to lose his job, when he met a strange wandering merchant.

The businessman told him that Green would be here that night.

Unable to find Green, Ivan had exhausted all other options and had no choice but to come here on a whim.

And so a group of prison guards stumbled upon Green and his two companions in the gray fog.

Ivan looked at the three men warily and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Upon seeing the prison guard uniforms worn by Ivan and the others, Mabel wanted to reveal her identity.

But Green was one step ahead of her, and said in a deep voice:

"We are members of the Mafia."

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Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: My collection rate is low, and my follow-up updates are even lower. Am I really that bad?

Forget it.

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