life copy game

Chapter 1763 Fear and Anger (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
What the heck?! What's going on?!
Wilder turned around and began running frantically toward the warehouse exit.

Is this the strength Hawk should have?
Is this the strength a normal B-rank should have?

This guy really sided with the evil god?!
But before he could run very far, the skeletal remains, covered in flames, reached him.

The humanoid figure, engulfed in flames and bound by the flaming skeleton, gradually dissipated from Wilder's sight, turning into drifting dust.

Only the half-real, half-illusory badge remained, held in the hand of the skeletal figure.

Wilder turned around and ran back.

He knew the strength of the priests of the Church of Death; when empowered by the God of Death, these priests could unleash power exceeding that of ordinary B-rank priests.

But this time it wasn't just ordinary death god power; it was a case of someone using a phantom badge and spending a lot of time setting up a trap.

In that instant, the giant skeleton summoned by the Death Priest possessed strength exceeding that of an ordinary B-rank.

Not to mention the tiny skeletons that crawled out of the earth.

Although those small skeletons are weak and fragile, they are extremely powerful in single-target attacks.

A regular D-rank enemy would die with a single hit, a regular C-rank enemy could be severely injured with a single hit if the target wasn't careful, and even ten small skeletons could be hacked to death by a dense barrage of blows.

But the enormous skeleton was engulfed by flames in an instant.

Those little skeletons didn't even have time to attack before they became fuel for the sea of ​​fire.

Wilder considered that Hawk's injury was not that serious, that he had recovered a lot, and that it was even possible that he had fully recovered with the help of certain gadgets.

He even considered the possibility that 'Hawk' was completely unharmed and might even have become stronger.

To this end, he carefully studied Hawk's past combat experience and roughly classified Hawk's possible strength level.

They prepared a trap far exceeding the level of their strength.

He could have easily killed Hawke here, given the power of the Death Priest and the trap that could activate the illusory badge.

why? !

What exactly went wrong?
How can this guy possess such immense power!
Even if someone sided with an evil god, they couldn't possibly become this strong so quickly, could they?!

What on earth did this monster do?!
While his thoughts were racing, Wilder had already turned around and run to the wall on the side.

The wall was engulfed in flames, and the burning skeletons struggled around it, but Wilder did not stop for a moment.

He knew that there was an additional escape route behind that wall.

That was the escape route that the board of directors of Stars Pharmaceuticals had told him about.

By opening this passage, he can immediately leave the warehouse and activate the self-destruct bomb inside, burying 'Hawk' deep within the earth.

He didn't know if this would work, but keeping the monster there for a while would give him a better chance of escaping.

But just as he was about to reach the wall, the flames covering the entire wall suddenly flickered violently.

Immediately afterwards, the surging flames parted to both sides, and tiny, ignited skulls, like blooming petals, parted to the sides.

The skeletal figure, engulfed in flames, was revealed.

Golden light ignited in the skull's pupils, like a lion emerging from flames, lowering its head to gaze upon its lowly prey.

Upon witnessing this scene, Wilder's immense expectations were dashed. He instinctively paused in his forward steps, and then immediately retreated.

However, this change in movement caused his balance to be quickly disrupted.

He stumbled and fell backward, landing hard on his backside.

Like a truly frightened and lowly prey, it fell to the ground.

He looked up and gazed at the skeleton engulfed in flames.

The other side did this on purpose! They're deliberately trying to scare him! They're toying with him!

The other party could have easily killed him, but instead chose to humiliate him like this!
He stood up angrily, staring at the skeletal figure engulfed in flames before him, and roared furiously, "Hawk, what are you trying to do! You might as well just kill me!"

“Your friend has been marked in his soul,” Heo said calmly, his tone unwavering, his invisible and cold voice echoing in the flames. “Search for his memories of this event within his soul, search for the task assigned to him by his superiors, and his soul will self-destruct.”

He looked down at Wilder, "I want to know if you have such an imprint in your soul as well."

Upon hearing this, Wilder was taken aback, as he was unaware that the Death Priest's soul had been imprinted.

However, he quickly put the matter out of his mind, after all, it was normal for these followers of evil gods to have all sorts of things in their minds.

Furthermore, through the word 'Hawk,' he suddenly realized something.

Hawke was still concerned about his son and wanted to know where his son's body had gone.

That's why he tried to peer into the soul of the Death Priest and find out the details of this incident.

In that instant, the anger from the humiliation vanished, replaced by overwhelming joy.

He stared at the skeletal figure engulfed in flames and roared excitedly, "You want to know where your son is, right?! You want to find his remains, right?!"

He tilted his head back and laughed loudly, "I know where he is! I know everything! But I won't tell you!"

He approached Heo step by step, shouting, "Kill me! Kill me!"

As he approached, Heo simply looked at him calmly, then slowly raised his hand and grasped the illusory badge in his hand.

The surging flames gathered in his hand, enveloping the illusory badge and condensing into a slender fire whip.

A faint, almost imperceptible flame formed within the fire whip, and in that instant, the flame seemed to gain life, beginning to flicker and shimmer.

The fire whip itself became both real and illusory.

He Ao raised his hand and brandished the fire whip in his hand.

A brilliant flash of fire streaked across the sky, through the surging sea of ​​flames, and struck Wilder on the ground.

Wilder didn't react in time and was struck by the fire whip. His entire body spun around in the direction of the whip, and his neat and handsome formal attire was torn to shreds, revealing the flesh underneath with some dark bloodstains. A faint yellow glow emanated from the bloodstains.

He took a few steps back to steady himself.

"Heh—" He raised his head, looked at He Ao again, slowly walked forward, and sneered, "Kill me, kill me."

His laughter grew louder and louder, as if some long-suppressed emotion was being released.

He stepped forward, his body becoming increasingly upright, as if the one being attacked was not him, but 'Hawk' in front of him.

He Ao continued to watch him quietly, letting him laugh wildly as he walked to roughly the same distance, and then raised his hand again.

Snapped--

The flaming whip lashed across the sky, striking Wilder's body once more.

This time the power seemed even greater than before. Wilder's body spun around a few more times and took a few steps back.

A new, lacerated welt appeared on his body, intersecting the original one. But this time, the welt seemed much lighter, leaving less blood and not much blood at all.

He Ao, however, remained silent, watching him without saying a word.

Wilder raised his head, continuing to stare at Heo, and sneered, "Why aren't you saying anything? You don't dare kill me, do you? You still want to know where your son is, don't you?"

He continued forward, pointing to his neck, toward Heo, "Come on, come and kill me."

An invisible force rippled through the void, making people unconsciously want to agree with Wilder's words.

But He Ao remained silent, simply gazing at him calmly.

Wilder also kept his eyes on Heo and continued forward.

But his body was trembling slightly, and for some reason, an indelible, sharp pain was rising at the site of his injury.

He tried to ignore the pain, but he couldn't.

He continued forward, maintaining his previous pace, and soon he found himself back at the same spot.

Snapped--

This time, the long whip was raised once more.

Wilder instinctively tried to dodge, but found that the flaming whip did not strike him this time.

Snapped--

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, his body was convulsed again, and severe, painful whip marks appeared on his body.

This time the force was greater than the last, and he retreated a greater distance, but the whip marks on his body were shallower than before, and there wasn't even much blood.

But his pain was worse than ever before.

The flames on the whip seemed to linger on his body, constantly gnawing at him, and intense pain assaulted him layer by layer.

This time, he couldn't even suppress the trembling of his body, and his movements became noticeably more pronounced.

He looked up, glaring angrily at He Ao. "What did you do?"

Then he suddenly realized something and burst into laughter, "You think you can make me confess through this little bit of pain? You're thinking too simply!"

This time, he made no attempt to conceal himself, accelerating as he charged towards He Ao, shouting, "If you've got the guts, then just kill me!"

He stared at He Ao and continued laughing, "Do you know how your son died? He was riddled with bullets. Do you know how sloppy the work those gangsters did?"

His laughter was tinged with a manic rage. "I've seen your son's body. Those bullets pierced his flesh, leaving his face a bloody mess."

He pressed his stomach, his whole body trembling violently, whether from pain or excitement, he pointed at He Ao and continued to roar, "You think you're looking for your son's corpse? It's just a lump of rotten flesh."

Snapped--

He walked to his previous spot, and the fire whip came flying at him.

This time, his body was sent flying and rolled around in the sea of ​​fire.

This time, the wounds on his body were less severe, but his pain seemed to be more intense.

Then he got up and walked toward Heo, his body trembling uncontrollably, like a homeless person overdosing on narcotics, staggering toward Heo.

But his spirit seemed to be heightened by the pain. He stared at He Ao and continued to laugh, "You know what? I searched through all the records at your son's residence and found no information related to you, nor any intelligence linking him to you."

He looked down at He Ao, his voice hoarse and trembling, "He never told any of his companions that he had a father who was the leader of the Gatespin Group mercenary group."

He stared at He Ao, his eyes wide and bloodshot. "Should I say that your relationship is really bad, and your son doesn't want to be associated with you at all, or should I say..."

He paused slightly, then continued with a smile, "He was afraid of implicating you, so he cut off all relevant information."

He moved forward step by step, "I found a friend he had organized the march with before. He had talked to his friend about his father. He didn't like his father, feeling that his father was tough, controlling, conservative, and stubborn."

He leaned forward, looking more closely at He Ao, and chuckled hoarsely, “But he knows that his father worked hard all his life and it wasn’t easy for him to have the ‘life’ he has now. He doesn’t want his father’s life’s efforts to be in vain because of himself.”

He Ao finally raised his head slightly, which had remained unchanged for a moment, and calmly looked at the figure in front of him.

“What a fine boy,” Wilder said, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed at Heo. This time, he stopped a step ahead of him, looking at Heo as he continued, “You can kill me and never find your son again, but you can also cooperate with me, and I can tell you where your son is—”

After the extreme confrontation just now, his concession at this moment seems especially 'sincere'.

Talent Sequence 176: Lobbyist.

Lobbyists are not a combat-related talent, but they can use language to achieve their goals, sow discord, and kill others by proxy.

Sometimes, the skill of negotiation is to create a false card when you have no cards to play, showing an extreme "what's the use" attitude, which will make the other party feel conflicted and uncomfortable.

Making concessions at this point will make the other party feel like they've gained something.

Especially when the other person really needs you.

Wilder's personality is indeed narrow-minded and emotional, but he has no intention of changing. This personality makes people look down on him, which makes it easier for him to achieve his 'negotiation goals'.

Wilder looked up at Heo and continued, "I can also tell you the secrets of the Church of Death—"

Snapped--

This time, before he could finish speaking, the flaming whip lashed at him again.

His body was sent flying again, tumbling through the air a few times before landing on the ground.

This time, the flaming whip still tore his clothes, but it didn't leave any marks on his skin.

He struggled to climb out of the flames, but the pain caused him to fall to the ground.

He endured the pain and struggled to his feet again. He raised his head and looked at He Ao. "It seems you don't care about your son at all. You're just completely insane. If you were even slightly rational, you would know that cooperating with me is the best option."

Snapped--

This time, before he could even stand up straight, the flaming whip struck him, sending him flying.

His body rolled back into the flames, the intense pain tearing at his soul.

I'm having a bit of writer's block. I'll write more later, and I'll ask for your votes at the end of the month.