Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 81 Gift of Foul Language
After taking the potion, Luze's senses suddenly became heightened. His hearing, in particular, was greatly enhanced, and all the sounds around him entered his ears clearly.

The sounds of my own breathing through my nasal cavity and trachea, the rustling of clothes against my skin, the twitching of muscles and the clanging of bones, the buzzing of insects in the room, Cecilia's anxious pacing downstairs, more sounds from inside and outside the house, and across the street, the voice of Ms. M.

Strange, her voice sounds off.

The sticky sound of M's flesh separating and rejoining continued to emanate from her, her heart beating slowly, like that of an old person in their twilight years. With each breath, her flesh made a tearing sound.

—It was as if Ms. M was just a broken doll that had been temporarily pieced together.

"Is she seriously injured?" Lu Ze wondered to himself. "Will I have a chance to ambush her later?"
But soon, he stopped thinking about these things.

Because he heard more voices.

In the darkness, high above the sky, at the top of the sequence detached from the mortal world, a great being sensed the change in his sequence and cast his indifferent gaze upon him.

A sound then rang in my ears.

It was a foul sound that should not belong to the human world, like the ravings of a madman emerging from the most insane dream. The sound was filled with evil and pain, like the desperate cry of a dying person, or the delirious babbling of a mental patient.

The voice was filled with extreme emotions and terrible pollution. Lu Ze had only heard a little bit of it when he felt as if his head was being stuffed with countless red-hot irons and then forcibly grabbed and shaken back and forth!
His ears were already very sensitive at that moment, so this was a huge shock to him.

"what!"

Lu Ze felt as if his soul was being torn apart. The voice, besides being a curse, also carried forbidden and corrupt knowledge, which was forcibly poured into his brain.

A blessing from the true Creator!
When you become a listener, you gain a unique, powerful, and twisted ability bestowed upon you by the true Creator.

"Wow—"

Finally, just as his mind was on the verge of collapse, the illusory sound of the ocean tide rose up, protecting his frail spirit. The sound of the ocean tide and the murmur canceled each other out, and what flowed into Luze's mind was only pure bestowal, without any spiritual influence from the true creator.

Perhaps because he had fully digested it, Lu Ze withstood the initial shock of the delirium and held on until the arrival of the cheat. The illusory sound of the ocean waves continued until the delirium ended, before slowly fading away.

I survived.
Lu Ze felt his consciousness slowly returning to his body. He opened his eyes and found his forehead covered in sweat.

Suddenly, Ms. M's face appeared before him. She was standing very close to Lu Ze, staring intently at him. Lu Ze could see his own reflection in her golden pupils.

Her eyes shone with fanaticism and greed.

"what are you doing!"

Lu Ze took a step back and frowned.

“You rejected the Lord’s word, yet you still received His grace. How interesting.”

Ms. M made no attempt to conceal her attitude, continuing to stare intently at Lu Ze. Her gaze was so intense it felt like she wanted to devour him whole, sending chills down his spine.

Fortunately, after a while, she finally changed the subject, "I'm very curious, what kind of abilities has God given you?"

"Would you like me to demonstrate?"

Upon hearing her say that, Lu Ze raised his head and asked in a somewhat provocative manner.

"can."

Ms. M nodded.

"Fine, then go die."

Luze spoke in Hermes.

Before the smile on Ms. M's face had faded, her hand moved with lightning speed, grabbing her own neck and snapping her cervical vertebrae with a "crack".

At the same time, bluish-black veins appeared on her face, like bulging, terrifying tree roots.

Only then did a hint of surprise appear in Ms. M's beautiful eyes. In an instant, her hands seemed to possess a will of their own, carrying out Lu Ze's command.

"That's obscene language, very good."

Ms. M tilted her head and twisted her neck forcefully. With a crisp snap, her head returned to its normal position. It wasn't so easy to kill her after all.

Lu Ze cursed inwardly, feeling the massive loss of spiritual energy within his body.

He received the power called "Filthy Words" from the true Creator, which can inflict a powerful curse on the target, corrupting their mind and destroying their life.

As a price, this ability consumes a large amount of spiritual energy. Moreover, its effect seems to be minimal for a powerful individual like Ms. M.

Perhaps because he had just been promoted and had consumed a lot of spiritual energy, Lu Ze felt his vision go black. He quickly sat down and meditated for a while to recover.

Ms. M waited for him quietly.

"Starting tomorrow, try to be a good listener and strive to fully process this as soon as possible. During this time, continue with your normal work and don't let your colleagues notice anything unusual about you."

She said this to Lu Ze when he woke up.

Lu Ze frowned, increasingly sensing that something was wrong with Ms. M. Compared to the Ms. M who fanatically believed in a true creator during her time in Enmat Port, she now seemed to have more of her own will.

"What exactly do you want? Don't give me those lies about helping me, you know I don't believe you."

"Okay, I'll tell you."

Ms. M looked at Lu Ze and said, “You have destroyed all my arrangements in Port Enmat, my power, my aspirations. I want to start over in Tingen, and as punishment, you must help me rebuild my organization.”

"My current requirement for you is to digest this as quickly as possible and become my reliable tool. Don't worry, I will guide you. If you do well, I might consider letting you and your siblings go and continuing to provide you with higher-level potions."

Ms. M said that while comforting Lu Ze, she also offered him empty promises.

Although this reason was more reasonable than before, Lu Ze did not believe it.

Ms. M's physical condition, her greedy gaze, and even the indifferent attitude she displayed when mentioning her past business dealings, all contradicted her statements.

"I understand. I hope you will keep your promise."

Lu Ze could only remain wary and pretend to accept this reason for the time being. It was more reliable to get rid of Ms. M as soon as possible than to trust her.

After tidying up the bedroom, Lu Ze took his things and left the room.

"elder brother!"

Cecilia, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately rushed over, her expression worried.

"never mind."

Lu Ze smiled reassuringly and put the pot back in the kitchen.

Regardless, he safely advanced to Sequence 8, gaining new abilities, though these were still insignificant to Ms. M. He also discovered that Ms. M's body seemed to have a problem, requiring further observation.

He slept much better that night.

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.

The next morning, the brother and sister went out as usual.

"I have to stay at the company today, so I won't be back tonight."

Lu Ze said to Ms. M.

“I know, your colleague mentioned it,” Ms. M said casually, sharing his view.

May the goddess bless me so I can fuck her to death soon.

Lu Ze prayed to the goddess in his heart, showing a rare touch of piety.

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(End of this chapter)