My Adventure Diary of Reincarnating as a Bad Woman

The two of them sat in unbearable silence.

After a long while, the flea surrendered first: "What do you want?"

Noita said, "While rare items and gold coins are certainly valuable, you possess something far more interesting. I've heard that you serve the powerful, resolving difficult problems they're unwilling to resolve. Hand me those records that must never be seen again, and I'll let you go."

It’s bad, they’re here for the intelligence.

Flea looked nervous and gritted his teeth as he said, "I can't give it all to you."

Not all of it will be given, which means that part of it can be handed over.

"Ha, it looks like you've decided who you want to betray. Don't worry, I didn't intend to take everything. It's entirely up to you which details you give me. But if you use nonsense to prevaricate, the consequences will be unpleasant to us."

Noita looked at the flea with a smile: "Come on, tell me your ransom."

Flea was silent for a long time, then, as if making up his mind, he said, "First, the Rango Society. They want to capture you, alive, preferably unharmed. The asking price is fifty gold coins. The Rango Society rarely places orders with me, but I'm sure they're involved in many cases of missing outsiders..."

He rambled on and on, all of which were commissions given to him by Rango.

Noita's smile disappeared during the long story, and indifference replaced her remaining tolerance.

——He is deliberately delaying.

No one cares about the Rango Gang, but Flea insists on focusing on this insignificant gang. His meaning is very clear. He wants to sacrifice the rookie to save the king and use the Rango Gang to attract Noita's attention.

But Noita already knew who was targeting her, and Flea should have been able to guess it too.

Noita glanced at the flea indifferently, causing the cunning prisoner to suddenly feel a sense of crisis and fear.

He forced himself to remain calm, and a moment later he saw Noita put the sundries into his cloak and turn away without hesitation.

she left.

The flea lay on the ground, looking listlessly at the shabby room, not knowing whether delaying was right or wrong.

He would never betray the powerful. If people knew that the information was leaked from him, he would be completely finished.

To survive, Flea had no choice but to drag things out and gamble. He could talk about insignificant information for three days and three nights, and if Noita insisted, he would keep her company. If Noita wanted to test his patience, he could also throw in some low-value intelligence as a sweetener.

The flea bet that Noita would not get angry and kill him because he did not get the information he wanted. He also bet that since he had done a lot of dirty work for the nobles, they would not let him disappear. They would send people to find him, save him, or even kill him.

Although there is a high possibility of being silenced, as long as you are still valuable and can prove that you have not leaked any information, you still have a glimmer of hope.

He always sides with the powerful.

——As expected.

Noita expected that this interrogation would yield little results. Since Flea could become a famous middleman, he would definitely not give in easily and expose his employer's dark secrets.

But if the flea really confessed, Noita wouldn't mind letting him die quickly and without any pain.

Now it is the flea itself that does not cherish the opportunity.

But it doesn’t matter.

Noita was in a deserted courtyard at this time. It was originally a rich man's mansion, but its original owner had an accident and the servants scattered. With no one to take care of it, the courtyard gradually became deserted and overgrown with weeds.

Later, several deaths occurred here, causing vengeful spirits to wander around at night, and it became a well-deserved haunted house, so no one was willing to go near the courtyard.

This place is quiet and remote, perfect for hiding fleas.

Noita asked the ghosts and they had no objection to it.

Flea thought that the longer it dragged on, the better, but Noita didn't think that dragging it out was a good idea.

Simply waiting for time is useless for people with strong will, but fleas have ingested leaf droplets, an addictive drug that requires regular ingestion to relieve the addiction. If you don't inhale the drug during a period of addiction, the withdrawal reaction will be truly excruciating.

It is the desire and pain that erupts simultaneously from both the spiritual and physical levels. It is almost impossible to resist and quit on one's own below the extraordinary level, because the drug will cause both physical and spiritual damage to the user, causing people to fall into the abyss of unsatisfied.

Judging from the state of Enoyta when he saw the flea, he was obviously already terminally ill and had to take dapoxetine once a day to get relief.

The interval will be shortened when the pressure is high.

Perhaps this is also one of the plans of the powerful to control him.

Noita carried the Frost Blade, locked the windows and doors, and left the courtyard temporarily. She would not return for the next day.

Before leaving the courtyard, five thousand experience points were burned.

You petition the Tide and the Void for a fate unpredictable by outsiders. The Void answers your plea. You spend 5000 experience points to grant the designated unit a week of Fog of Fate. When any divination spell targets or tracks the designated unit, you can spend experience points to counter it.

[Remaining Experience: 2200]

An invisible mist obscured the flea's fate, preventing him from being directly located by the prophecy spell, and a small area on the log showed a map of the ghost villa and the flea's location.

These days, Neuta has also discovered applications for logs.

The diary can be driven by strong thoughts, consuming experience to generate power that affects reality. This power cannot interfere with matter, but it has very powerful auxiliary effects such as providing maps and influencing destiny.

Not long after, Noita returned to the Rango Society's headquarters in the eastern part of Serkar and transformed himself into an ordinary mountain villager with the help of the illusion ring.

She used disguise to observe the Rango Society's base.

The Rango Gang appeared to be more wealthy and powerful than the Fleabags. Their headquarters was a three-story building where the core members of the gang lived. There were dozens of people coming and going, all of them in their thirties.

The boss of the Rango Gang is not in the habit of staying at home. He likes to go to casinos and brothels with his men to spend money, and he is not in the base for most of the day.

Looking at the leader of the Rango Club being escorted back to the base by his men, Noita felt that the time was almost right.

Since Flea is not willing to give in for the time being and has even sold the Rango Club, Noita doesn't mind taking advantage of his free time to collect some interest from the Rango Club.

Come and collect some experience points.

Chapter 11 Sneak Attack!

Until the sun set, the leader of the Rango Gang did not leave the base, and seemed to be dealing with gang affairs.

This pleased Noita greatly, as it saved her from having to follow the other person around.

As night fell, Noita ran outside the casino and found a member of the Rango Club who had been targeted for a long time. The member was sitting cross-legged on the side of the road, regretfully reviewing the gambling game. While he was not paying attention, Noita decisively attacked him secretly, knocked him unconscious and dragged him into the dark.

Noita adjusted the illusion of the illusion ring in front of him, and after some effort, the illusion was made 90% accurate.

The illusion ring was activated, and the illusion covered Noita, leaving only two people with the same appearance but different states.

By borrowing the unlucky guy's appearance, Noita successfully sneaked into the base. Her regretful expression was exactly the same as the original, and one could tell at a glance that she had lost money.

"Zima, you lost everything again?"

There was a hall on the first floor of the Rango Club's headquarters. Many people gathered at the table to drink. People who were familiar with the prototype laughed at him loudly under the influence of alcohol, causing a burst of laughter.

Noita quickened her pace and pretended to be annoyed and angry as she ran to the second floor, which caused another round of laughter.

The second floor is a little quieter and has a similar layout to the first floor, but with more rooms. The function of the room can be identified from the door numbers. The rooms without labels are the residences of gang members or their families.

After a little identification, Noita found the leader of the Rango Society and heard his loud scolding outside the door.

"You bunch of losers, what do you mean you can't find her? I repeatedly told you to keep an eye on her. The master is very interested in her, and yet you lost her. What are you doing?"

The men were speechless, and only one brother defended him, saying, "That guy is a professional, so it's normal for his men to lose track of her. But we've already commissioned Flea to catch her. As long as she doesn't leave the city, we'll catch her sooner or later."

"We can only trust the flea. If he can't find her, our future will be miserable." The leader pounded the table. "If we had just followed my instructions and gone all out to catch her, we wouldn't have to worry so much. Oh, and where's that guy Vic? He's the one who caused all this trouble. He insisted on having a sacrifice that would please the master. Now we're stuck."

"Vic was transferred to the Chamber of Commerce this morning."

"Damn it."

The chief has a bad temper and has been so busy lately that he has to cut his entertainment time in half.

He has been very upset about this matter recently and urgently needs an outlet.

Suddenly, he noticed Noita at the door and asked angrily, "I've seen you hiding away for a long time. Come in and tell me what's going on. If you still want to borrow money, I'll twist your head off."

Noita walked into the house, closed the door, and glanced at everyone.

"Borrow something."

The clear voice startled everyone in the room.

Not a buddy?

How could a burly man have a voice like a little girl? Everyone present found the contrast between his hairy face and voice funny and confusing.

In the blink of an eye, some people's minds were completely stunned.

As the frost blade tore through the phantom and slashed out, the coldness that froze everything suddenly broke out and swept through with the frost blade, causing their minds and bodies to stop functioning within a breath.

The leader was furious, there was a bad guy attacking!

Judging from her appearance, she was still a little girl that they considered as their treasure.

Noita is coming with great momentum.

The leader lifted the table and slammed it in front of him, blocking Noita's route to him.

But it hit nothing. Noita didn't even rush towards the leader. She attacked the leader's subordinates, clipping their wings and slaughtering the rest like a wolf among sheep.

Three seconds later, the room was silent.

Because the leader made a wrong judgment and thought that Noita was going to attack him, he failed to rescue him in time, resulting in the annihilation of his subordinates.

[You defeated Dal and gained 600 experience]

[You defeated Kara and gained 500 experience points]

There are also unexpected gains.

Noita raised her eyebrows. There were actually two professionals in this group of people, but they were not wearing armor or only light armor, and they had no weapons in their hands, so they could not escape her sword.

Amidst the chill, Noita challenged, "Who did you just say you were going to arrest?"

"You guy!"

The leader's eyes were red with anger. The room was full of his brothers, and their death in one day made his anger and pain reach its peak.

The leader's figure swelled with rage, his breathing becoming twisted and heavy, muffled like a bellows.

His head hit the ceiling, spiral horns grew on top of his head, his hands turned into sharp claws, and tough gray-red keratin completely covered his skin. Sinister dark red blood overflowed from his body, and his muscles seemed to be about to explode.

A huge, terrifying, and ferocious demon like a hell of fire.

This is the rage of the barbarian.

Professionals are divided into five levels: level one, mediocre; level two, elite; level three, extraordinary; level four, exemplary; and level five, legendary.

The first rank is for the mortals who have just entered the Dao, the elite chosen from among hundreds, who have begun to master supernatural powers. This rank is a mixed bag, possessing both divine and demonic qualities. The divine can single-handedly wipe out a bandit stronghold, while the demonic can be stabbed to death by villagers with pitchforks.

The second tier represents elite warriors who have advanced deeply into the Dao, mastering and utilizing magical powers and possessing a variety of uncanny skills. These professionals are capable of confronting small mortal armies in specific situations, potentially determining the outcome of a battle. Elite professionals are often respected and sought after by various factions.

The third level is the beginning of transcendence. Professionals master powerful skills such as perfect physique, and mortals can never compete with them.

People like to divide the first three levels into low level, medium level and high level.

Professionals of different professions have different combat capabilities and specialties.

The Barbarian is the best of the combat professions, a terrifying fighter, and a violent destroyer.

The leader is a barbarian close to the second level. When he goes berserk, his strength is comparable to that of a mammoth, and his destructive power is even greater than that.

He moved his body slightly, and the ceiling was scratched by the sharp corners, which was very uncomfortable, but the guy in front of him made him ignore the discomfort in his head.

Kill her!

"To die."

The leader rushed towards Noita, and his huge arm smashed down, directly cracking the floor, and a heavy muffled sound spread throughout the building.

Someone rushed over to inquire about the situation. The person who was hit first was knocked back by the impact, bleeding from all seven orifices. It seemed that he would not live long, and the impact forced the door to close tightly.

The other members recognized at a glance that it was the violent form of their leader, who seemed to be fighting with the enemy. They did not dare to open the door to try and make mistakes, and could only hope that the leader could win.

Noita licked her lips, teetering on the edge of pure power.

Gravel and palm wind blew past her side. As long as she was not hit, the powerful attacks were useless, and the rage that wanted to tear her into pieces was just a breeze on her face.

She was like a nimble hummingbird, accurately judging the leader's attack rhythm, charging, stopping suddenly, jumping... using various difficult moves to flexibly avoid attacks, as if her show of skill made the leader even angrier.

"Damn bugs."

If your attacks are always dodged, then lift the floor!

The leader smashed the floor furiously, huge cracks spread out with his fist as the center, and invisible impact spread along the floor.

The huge mountain is broken!

Unable to resist the impact, something came out from under Noita's feet and threw her away.