r18novel Chapter 228 From now on, you will be the chosen one of the world.
Chapter 228 From now on, you will be the chosen one of the world.
Chapter 228 From now on, you will be the chosen one of the world.
"nailed it."
Modi wiped his hands on his clothes, his gaze sweeping over the four corpses lying on the cold ground, lingering for a moment on one of them whose abdomen had been cut open.
"So he was an organ trafficker."
He untied the black bag next to the woman's body and found some bloody organs inside.
He turned to look at the witch and nodded slightly. "It's your turn to make your move."
The witch nodded, walked to a man's corpse, and used her powers.
The witch factor within her began to stir. She could clearly feel that a small portion of the factor had disappeared into thin air, seemingly being consumed.
On the other side, the man's corpse twitched unnaturally and slowly stood up from the ground, a shard of glass still embedded in the back of his head.
His eyes were lifeless, his jaw slightly agape, and he stood there blankly, waiting for the witch's instructions.
"I did consume some of the witch factor in my body just now. Did it transfer to this resurrected corpse?" the witch asked.
Modi extended his spiritual sense, glanced at the corpse, and shook his head.
"No, no, the amount of witch factor doesn't match. The amount of factor in the corpse is clearly much higher, and..."
The two also differ in nature.
He initially ruled out the possibility that part of the factor came from the witch.
The witch frowned slightly, about to continue the test, but he stopped her.
"Wait a moment, let me make some preparations."
He forced out three more drops of blood and flicked them at three other corpses.
"The monitoring blood essence is ready; you may begin."
The witch nodded, waved her small hand, and the three corpses opened their eyes, twitched, and then got up from the ground.
Four corpses stood in a row, awaiting their fate.
But Mordy's expression turned strange, as did the witch's.
From their observations, they came to a surprising conclusion.
"The witch factor inside the corpse is not from elsewhere; it was always there. The factor you consumed only activated it."
As Modi said, the witch factor in these corpses is usually latent and will not be activated unless there is external force involved, and it is difficult to detect.
Among the four corpses, the witch factor in the female corpse was clearly more active than that in the male corpse, for reasons unknown.
"No wonder it's called the 'Witch' factor. Her attitude towards women and men is completely different. I'm so angry and cold, I forgot the rest," Modi complained.
The witch continued, "The case is solved. This body's ability isn't just about summoning corpses; it's about activating the witch factors within them, transforming them into something akin to a 'witch.'"
He stroked his chin and asked, "What abilities do these transformed corpses possess? Since their witch factors have been activated, they must have abilities, right?"
"Good question, I'm curious about that too. Just in time, a team of experimental volunteers has arrived."
The witch smiled and looked towards the entrance of the alley, where a group of shirtless people with rusty chains on their bodies blocked their way.
Modi's eyes lit up, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. "This world isn't so bad after all. Knowing that we were going to test our new weapon, they sent volunteers to our door."
"
Adhering to the principle of "courtesy before force," he did not act immediately. Glancing at the rusty chains on the newcomers, he asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid of getting tetanus from wearing these things on your bodies?"
Those spikes on the chains are real; they can be used to whip people, but they can also hurt yourself.
If you draw someone else's number, that's fine, but if you draw yourself, the tetanus bacteria with rusty spikes on the chain could very likely infect you with tetanus.
Modi looked at these guys who were dressed like gangsters, and each of them had many scars on their bodies, which looked like they had been cut by rusty chains many times.
The leader didn't answer his question. Instead, he looked at the bloodstains on the ground and the bag of entrails, frowning as he said, "Who gave you the audacity to come to our jinxed territory and cut off your internal organs?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than his underling whispered, "Boss Kander, look at that man. His internal organs have been ripped out, yet he's still alive. It's likely the work of a witch."
"A witch?" A glint flashed in Kander's eyes as he noticed that among the people opposite him, there was a figure with his abdomen cut open, revealing a bloody and mangled mess.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed something amiss.
Of the six people opposite, apart from the man and woman, the other four looked like corpses, devoid of any life.
"These corpses will rise again, is that all your doing?" Kander asked the witch.
Witches have all sorts of strange abilities, so it's not surprising that they can do anything.
Kander once saw a witch who turned a large gang's stronghold into ruins in an instant, with ashes flying everywhere—the ashes of the dead.
Despite this, he was not afraid of the witch in front of him.
Not all witches possess such power; only those witches who have the qualifications to infiltrate the Ring Realm and have a certain number of followers are the ones they cannot afford to offend.
For a witch, popularity and online traffic are equivalent to strength; if she lacks both, it means that she is weak and incompetent.
As the leader of the Rust Chains, Kander knows almost all the witches in the world who are qualified to infiltrate, and he is a fan of some of them.
The one in front of them was definitely not among them; her threat level was not even as high as that of the man next to her.
"Not going to answer?" Seeing the other party remain silent, Kander narrowed his eyes. Thinking of the upcoming birthday party of one of his favorite witches, he couldn't help but grin maliciously. "I'm just worried about not having enough money to buy gifts. I'm sure you can fetch a high price on the black market."
As soon as he uttered the last word, he suddenly flung off the rusty chain binding his arm.
The rusty chain, like a steel whip, sliced through the air, making a whistling sound as it lashed through the narrow alley.
One can foresee the excruciating pain that would result from being struck by a rusty chain covered in sharp spikes.
A smile appeared on Kander's face. His target, the burly man, remained motionless until the rusty chain swung at his face.
It was like they were terrified.
Zheng.
Modi casually stretched out a hand and held it in front of him, letting the rusty chain wrap around it, round and round, making a sound like metal clashing.
He didn't even get a scratch; instead, he gripped the rusty chain tightly, used his arm strength, and pulled it over.
Before Kander could even react, the rusty chain flew out of his hand, its spikes tearing at his skin and leaving wounds.
The searing pain jolted him awake, his pupils constricted, and he knew he had met his match. It was too late to order his men not to act rashly.
The Rust Chain Gang members beside him had just rushed out when they were stopped by four corpses of Su Sheng.
They shed their previous dazed state, their eyes filled with ferocity, and roared as they pounced on the Rust Chain Gang members.
Under the control of the Blood God Child within their bodies, their blood began to flow once more, and the Witch Factor began to play its proper role.
Like a ghost, Leni rushed into the crowd, wielding her scalpel and skillfully dissecting the bellies of Rusty Chains members, spilling their intestines onto the ground.
"A specialization in speed? This ability seems a bit weak compared to other witches I've encountered."
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Modi tossed the rusty chain aside and observed the ability of the resurrected corpse.
The hammer's ability is to increase strength, while the peak's ability is to transform into a beastman, turning into...
Rat Man?
"Thank goodness they weren't Skaven," Mordy said. "But these two are rather weak. Could it be that the potential for latent witch factors isn't very high?"
He glanced one last time at the corpse that had lost its internal organs and raised an eyebrow.
"That's interesting."
It reached out its hand to one of its followers and then suddenly gripped it tightly.
A moment later, the gang member's eyes widened as if he had seen something terrifying. He clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.
"Sudden cardiac death".
Modi scanned the fallen gang member with his spiritual sense and briefly investigated the cause of his death.
"I never expected that the one with the most interesting abilities would also be the one with the most open-minded mind," the witch teased.
As he watched his henchmen die one by one, Kander clenched his fists, his face turning red, and then...
He ran out of the alley without looking back.
The narrow alleyway gradually widened, and a ray of light appeared before him, filling Kander with excitement.
"Just get out of here, just get out of here..."
'
He was just a few steps away from escaping this terrifying alley and having a chance to survive.
Snapped.
A familiar voice rang out, and a sudden chill ran down my neck.
Kander belatedly realized that a rusty chain was wrapped around his neck, and a brute force came from the chain, pulling him back.
"Well"
Just one step away.
His hands gripped the ground, his fingernails leaving scratches, but he was still dragged back by the rusty chain.
The killings continue.
Ten minutes later, Modi looked at the messy alley and at his feet was Kander, who had been strangled to death.
This rusty chain gang leader spent his whole life wearing rusty chains, but in the end, he died from his own rusty chains.
"Let's continue the experiments. I'm really looking forward to seeing what abilities these corpses will have," Mordy said.
"I suggest you don't do that. Every time I use my power, a portion of my witch factor is consumed, and it cannot be naturally restored," the witch advised.
"Can't it heal naturally?" Mordy thought of those witches who exploited faith through livestreams. "Why not try the power of faith?"
"You mean, you want me to do live streaming?" The witch pointed to herself, expressionless. "Don't you know your own worth? What advantages do you think you have in doing live streaming?"
"Newly debuted witches operate in a similar manner to virtual YouTubers; they either adopt a cute image or push the boundaries, and without exception, they all have financial backing. Do you think you possess these qualities?"
The witch was pessimistic about this, but Mordy was different.
"Capital support is not difficult to solve; I have my own clever plan. As for the others... I also have some ideas."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "Since the cute style and borderline styles don't work, let's go for the abstract style and create a persona, like a foreign sweet girl who teaches herself Chinese characters, and take over the Chinese region first."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of the funding for you. From now on, you'll be the chosen one."