Godslayer: A random filename extension?

"So many human skins, it seems things have gotten to a very serious point. Lin Linhou, have you found any clues about the monster's true form?"

"Hey? What's wrong with you now? You're not so perverted as to be attracted to a girl's human skin, are you?"

Hongying searched the nearby dormitories again. When she returned to the first room that the three of them had opened, she saw Lin Linhou standing on the balcony where human skins were floating, staring blankly at the four human skins in front of him.

There seemed to be a hint of hunger in his eyes, and he would occasionally swallow.

It wasn't until Hongying called out to him that Lin Linhou snapped out of his daze.

He quickly took a few steps back, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Why did "she" think that the thing in front of her should taste delicious?

"Why did you do that just now? Is there something wrong with this human skin? Was it a psychological effect or something else?"

Lin Linhou shook his head, indicating that it didn't seem like it. This human skin was just a simple human skin, without any special effects.

As for why I looked like I had just seen some tempting food...

Lin Linhou pondered for a moment, then told Hongying to move back a bit to prevent any unexpected situations from occurring.

"Blood Prison!"

He raised his hand and the Blood Prison Demon Blade appeared in his hand. The feeling he had just experienced was transmitted from this blade through his life-bound contract.

Holding it in his hand now, the crimson patterns on the blade seemed even more vibrant and vivid, especially when Lin Linhou tried to bring it close to the human skin hanging in front of him; the blade shimmered with red light as if it were breathing.

"What... is this dream?"

[Since it's a demonic blade, it probably has an instinctive need to devour the flesh and blood of living beings, or something similar, right?]

[The skin of a virgin who perished in a calamity—in other fantasy worlds, this would likely be a valuable material for crafting some kind of evil artifact.]

[It's quite normal for Blood Prison to have a devouring desire for it.]

Lin Linhou nodded; it seemed that was the case.

"What a cool knife! Where did it come from? And it looks like it's a forbidden item?"

Seeing that nothing bad had happened, Hongying stepped forward again.

"Hmm, it should be considered a forbidden item. It's called Blood Prison, and it's my natal demonic sword. It seems that the more flesh and blood it devours, the stronger it becomes, and at the same time, I also become stronger."

"It was because it reacted to these hanging human skins that it indirectly affected my concentration."

Lin Linhou then asked the Night Watchmen how they usually dealt with these human skins.

He expressed that if possible, he would like to conduct an experiment to see if it could really enhance his strength.

"A demonic blade? It devours flesh and blood to become stronger? It doesn't sound like a forbidden item that can be used casually. Could it lead to some bad consequences? What if you lose control and it goes berserk?"

"As for these human skins... wait a moment, I'll contact the captain."

Hongying sent the latest news from Lin Linhou's side to Chen Muye, who was far away, and soon the other party replied.

Chen Muyi said that these human skins can be disposed of at will. After all, if they were corpses, they might have to go through the relevant departments and be returned to the victim's family, or be cremated and buried after the incident is resolved.

However, given the serious "zombie" problem, human skin would normally be "destroyed" by burning or chemically decomposing after the mission was completed and the battlefield was cleaned up.

Even if the victim's family members are still alive, even if your child's remains are gone, it's still better than simply returning the other party's child's skin to their family.

Police: Please accept our condolences. We are deeply saddened by what happened to your child. This is your child's skin, which we have brought to you.

You're kidding, no way it could be like that.

ˉ\_(ツ)_/ˉ

As for Lin Linhou's so-called demonic sword forbidden weapon, it is said that if Lin Linhou is sure he can master it without any unexpected incidents, he can give it a try, since improving his strength is more important for the time being.

We'll talk about other things after the mission is over.

"Well, I won't be polite."

Lin Linhou lightly touched one of the hanging human skins with the Blood Prison Blade, and in an instant, the skin turned to ashes, turning into wisps of red aura that merged into the Blood Prison Blade.

[Experience +1]

"Oh? It can also add experience points, what a pleasant surprise."

Lin Linhou's current level is 1, which is the Zhan Realm.

Upgrading to level 2 requires a full 1000 experience points.

Lin Linhou has already experimented and learned that experience can be gained through cultivation or regular training, as well as by copying other people's skills and through daily natural increases.

His experience level is only 802. He thought it would take some time to level up, but he didn't expect that he could use Blood Prison to devour the human skin.

"That's great, let's continue."

Lin Linhou then absorbed the other three skins, as well as all the human skins from the other dormitories, through the Blood Prison.

Then I went to the dormitories of the second, third, and first-year high school students and washed them all.

[Experience +1, Experience +1, Experience +0.5, Experience +0.3, Experience +1, Experience +0.1, Experience +0.7...]

Hmm? Why are some of them added by a fraction of a second?

[Because some of these human skins were not virgins in life, their primordial yin energy is probably incomplete, hence the Blood Prison returns less experience after absorbing them.]

[There are also some side effects... never mind, you'll be there soon.]

I see. But why didn't you explain the side effects of the dream in detail?

Oh well, it doesn't matter. I think it's within my tolerance range.

"OK, all done, and then... ouch~ that hurts... what was that sound? It's so piercing!"

[No, it was a lament, the lament of those girls on their deathbeds.]

Lin Linhou suddenly crouched down, clutching his head. Even the transformation he had been maintaining was canceled at this moment, and he returned to his original form from the appearance of the Fifth Star Bell.

At this moment, many images flashed through Lin Linhou's mind.

It's probably the fear those girls faced in their final moments, and the lingering will or resentment that remained within their skin.

Although they were not souls, the combined force of their will was equally powerful.

No! ...Help! ...I don't want to die! ...Hate, so much hate...Dad, Mom, I'm so scared...Go away! Don't come any closer! ...Monster! ...Ah! ...Brother! Save me...Waaah, it's so dark...Am I going to die? ...It hurts so much, it's so dark...No, I have to run! ...How could this be? How could you? ...Please...Someone save me...I want to go home...

……

Lin Linhou even seemed to be viewing some of their stories from the perspective of the victims, like a revolving lantern.

……

Duang!

It's time to wake up!

"Hey! Hey! Are you alright? Are you still conscious? Tell me how many fingers I have up right now."

Meng Qing once again used the physical awakening method from the system window to pull Lin Linhou's confused consciousness back.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Hongying supporting him as he lay half-reclined on the ground, her other hand waving four fingers in front of his face.

"I'm fine, much better. How much time has passed?"

Lin Linhou rubbed his temples and got up again. Why did it seem like he kept having accidents?

Hongying said that not long after, you suddenly collapsed and couldn't get up. Your consciousness was blurred for more than two minutes. During that time, you mumbled all sorts of nonsense, curled up and trembled all over, and sweated a lot.

Lin Linhou: ...

Oh, this sounds pretty serious. (??︿???)

Si Xiaonan then handed him a bottle of Gatorade, saying that given the amount of sweat he had just produced, it would be safe to replenish his fluids.

"Thank you."

After finishing his water, Lin Linhou picked up the Blood Prison from the ground again. The shock of that force that had struck his very soul left him feeling somewhat shaken.

It seems this thing has side effects too. I thought I could use it to level up by killing monsters without limit.

Sure enough, I'll have to be careful when using the magic sword to slay monsters in the future.

[Actually, it's not entirely a side effect. These impacts on your will and soul are also a form of tempering and refining. As long as you persevere, your soul power will quickly become stronger and more resilient.]

[Didn't you notice that the area you can detect with your mind has suddenly become a radius of nine meters?]

[Furthermore, not all killed targets will emit a mournful cry; these skinned creatures are simply a special case.]

[And in the future, when your spirit is incredibly powerful, you will be able to completely ignore even the most mournful cries.]

"That sounds pretty good. I thought I could only use the Demon Blade to devour enemies until they were half-crippled, trying my best not to let them die directly."

After returning to normal, Lin Linhou looked back at the empty girls' dormitory building, and the cries of sorrow she had just experienced seemed to echo in her mind again.

Unconsciously, he tightened his grip on the knife in his hand again.

"I'm sorry I can't take you home, but perhaps I can help you get revenge."

Even if they were complete strangers, they could at least recycle some of the female classmates' bodies and turn them into their own power. It wouldn't hurt to help them vent their resentment and repay the karmic debt.