NABC Chapter 52 Headhunting, awesome!
Chapter 52 Headhunting, awesome!
Chapter 52 Headhunting, awesome!
Suiyue's curiosity was simply too much to resist.
"That doesn't make sense. Didn't you say that adventurers always have to walk on thin ice? With so much pressure, how do you maintain your emotions and mindset without any relief?"
"kill."
"Well----"
Suiyue laughed in exasperation.
Considering Southampton's incredibly sophisticated headhunting techniques, this answer couldn't be more reasonable.
Nan'an's small head is no match for the "big head," but as for what kind of big head it is, you don't need to worry about that.
Now it's not surprising at all. No wonder he can't shake off his "craftsmanship" even after being resurrected. The powerful inertia may have been engraved in the summoning ritual, becoming some kind of underlying logic.
Nan'an seemed to realize that his answer was too "hardcore" and decided to emphasize it a little.
"I'm not a killer. The Red Rat Adventurer's Guild mostly takes on commissions targeting monsters, as well as cultists who randomly attack and bloodily hunt them."
"Let me think, the latter has a large number of commissions?"
Every evening, during the free time in the Mind Space Magic Classroom, Nan'an would share some anecdotes from the Gray Star era with Suiyue.
In those years when sects were numerous, ideologies were emerging, and the land of Nora was full of vitality, those who could be defined as "cultists" were often vicious and inhuman monsters.
Anyone who has personally witnessed the scene left behind after their sacrifice, whether a truly heartless butcher or a self-righteous saint who claims to offer "forgiveness and gentleness" to all criminals, would probably kneel down, slap themselves repeatedly, and weep bitterly.
Nan'an showed no mercy in killing these people, and bloody executions were commonplace for him.
Nan'an is a visitor from another world, and he has a very simple value system at his core—an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Those innocent victims who were bloodily sacrificed were powerless to avenge themselves, but he was.
Allowing the deceased to rest in peace can be categorized as accumulating merit.
If the gods and Buddhas of his hometown truly existed, they would surely praise him for his all-round development in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, and aesthetics.
According to observations in Nan'an, the deity worshipped by the cultists has no objection to this.
He's taken so many heads, yet the cult's deity hasn't intervened even once.
The biggest complaints come from the cult members themselves—which is not good.
"What you love is your life. You treat those poor people like this, which proves you love your craft. So why do you call me a pervert when I do it?"
Suiyue was still engrossed in eating her bowl of bean soup and dry, hard black bread, and didn't want to continue listening to stories related to "Big Head," so she decisively changed the subject.
"So, you really haven't been to 'that kind of' place?"
She looked up, her eyes still filled with a hint of disbelief and curiosity.
Nan'an replied firmly: "I find it dirty."
"Wow—" Suiyue exclaimed in amazement upon hearing this. "Your obsession with cleanliness is probably even more severe than that of the old nobles in Shuangmian City. Unbelievable—so, after living for so many years, are you actually—a little Chu Nan?"
Nan An glared at her irritably: "Just eat your food and don't force me to shove your head into the bean soup to wash your face."
Suiyue immediately complied, shrank her neck, and obediently lowered her head to continue "fighting" with the food, though a smile she couldn't suppress still lingered on her lips.
"click"
"~~
"click"
Nan'an and Suiyue listened intently at the same time and realized that the sound came from the consciousness space. Nan'an immediately immersed herself in it.
After absorbing and transforming the fly mist in the previous round, the giant cube entered a state similar to hibernation.
During the re-entry into the black fog, Nan'an had been hoping that it would do something, even if it was just to give it another Rubik's Cube and let it try to capture the skinned buffalo and the television god and demon?
The fly fog is highly effective in real-world emergency situations. The fact that flies carried away by teleporting gods and demons can still transmit coordinate information is an even more practical feature.
Nan'an is ready to hand the card over to Suiyue to further enhance her self-protection capabilities.
The giant Rubik's Cube gradually stopped vibrating, and the patterns and light on its surface quickly dimmed, even dimmer than before it went dormant, as if the commotion had exhausted all the power it had accumulated.
Directly below it, a brand new miniature Rubik's Cube is quietly floating.
Nan'an waved to it, and the little Rubik's Cube floated over and landed in his palm.
Back in reality, Suiyue placed the Rubik's Cube on the dining table, let out a burp, and stared wide-eyed.
"Another one?"
"We're a bit late," Nan'an sighed. "I'm very interested in that skinned buffalo. If it could stay permanently, it would be very useful."
His intuition told him that the "darkness" that Suiyue tore off when she first entered the black mist was the key to strengthening the Rubik's Cube.
It was the initial absorption that allowed the Rubik's Cube to quickly give birth to its first "child".
But how can they replicate it?
Even now, Nan'an still doesn't know what that darkness is.
On the second day of being placed under observation, a familiar figure appeared at the door of the tower room.
The somewhat aged and stern-looking face of the crow softened considerably upon seeing the two lively individuals.
The soundproofing array was activated, and Nan'an told him everything in detail—except for the fly mist that couldn't be mentioned.
As for why he knew he could use a "remote control" to control the TV god and ultimately rescue Nilar, Nan'an's explanation was simple.
During the close-quarters combat, I accidentally pressed a strange protrusion and discovered that it could switch screens. I boldly tried it and stumbled upon Nilar's channel.
Given that Nan'an's consistent fighting style is close-quarters combat and brutal, hand-to-hand combat, it's not surprising that he dares to tear apart gods and demons.
The crow did not doubt this explanation; on the contrary, it seemed quite reasonable.
Direct contact with anomalous creations is extremely risky; therefore, close combat for the Fogbreakers is presumably conducted with polearms.
Every punch landed with flesh, tearing apart gods and demons with bare hands. In the memories of the bewildered crow, Nan'an was the first to do this, and it was simply impossible to imitate.
The intensity and methods of confrontation destined Nan'an to discover details that ordinary fog breakers could not perceive from a completely different perspective.
"Chairs, skinned buffalo, metal-framed spiders, a portable church—you've only been inside for a day, and you've encountered far more gods and demons than a single team of the Owl might have encountered in two exploration cycles, and more—"
The crow stood up and paced back and forth.
"The intensity is too high. The abnormal properties of gods and demons are all different, and their destructive power is astonishing—also, the skinned buffalo is the first of its kind to be discovered. There have never been any similar reports of god and demon sightings before. Its 'trading' characteristics and relatively clear communication logic are amazing."
Bewitching Crow stood up and gently patted Suiyue's shoulder.
"I must return to Twin Crowns immediately to inform some scholars of what you have witnessed. If nothing unexpected happens, you will also have to come to Twin Crowns soon."
"Huh?" Suiyue asked blankly.
The crow explained, "There are too many important people interested in you right now. After the last deliberation, you came into the Senate's sights."
Suiyue swallowed hard. "But I got beaten up by that guy named Arele. What if I get ambushed in Twin Crown City?"
"Solitz is arguing fiercely about the topic of the Living Eclipse. Since you hit Arele, you will naturally become the object of other people's defense. There is no need to worry."
Leaving the tower area, the crow headed straight for the building complex inside the isolation wall, which was used for isolation and observation.
After a brief check by the guards, he entered the room where Nilar was.
The room was more spacious than the one Nan'an and his friends had, with almost no furniture, just a hard bed and a set of table and chairs.
Aside from being completely unaware of the outside world while being devoured by the television god, the process that Bewildering Raven learned from Nilar was completely consistent with Nan'an Suiyue's account.
"You haven't forgotten the task Gunn assigned you in his letter, have you?"
Nilar sat upright and repeated, "Travel with Nan'an Suiyue to the Black Mist Chaos Region to observe his words and actions."
"how?"
Nilar didn't hesitate much: "The stereotypes about him are accurate. Senior Nan'an seems to derive pleasure from killing. I can clearly feel his uncontrollable excitement when he crushes his enemies."
"Normal people, whether extremely excited or extremely fearful, are prone to forced errors. When facing gods and demons, spirit erosion, and the fear of facing the unknown and death, the fear will always subconsciously emerge, making the movements of the mistbreaker stiff and distorted, breathing rapid, and judgment impaired—this is an instinct that flesh and blood cannot completely overcome, and even the best mistbreakers are not entirely exempt."
Nilar hesitated, scratching his head, "But—Senior Nan'an is different. Perhaps it's because he's freed from the constraints of flesh and blood, or perhaps it's because he's died once, and his mindset is very different from the living. He can enjoy killing, becoming more and more courageous in battle, cold and ruthless like a soulless puppet throughout, with no hesitation in his movements and a smooth flow of thought—"
"I know it sounds strange, but—the senior Nan'an in battle is a completely different person from him in everyday life. He's quite easygoing in private, but when it comes to battle, if I stood in front of him, I'd suspect he could twist my head off and use it as a football—"
In fact, Huoya greatly admired Nan'an's approach.
When chatting with Gunn, he didn't talk nonsense. Fifty years ago, he was willing to invite Nan'an to urinate on the pile of corpses and kick the urinating "beef balls".
However, at the same time, the Crow also understood the Senate's wariness of South Ann.
They were all living beings, unable to comprehend the mental journey of someone who had died once during a battle.
The questioning was the first step taken by the Senate in its attempt to justify the existence of Nan'an.
Thinking of this, the corner of the crow's mouth twitched.
"You admire Nan'an very much?"
Nilar nodded: "Anyway, it's not my head that's being twisted—watching him fight is exciting."
In the past, the Raven would be replaced by a Deer to continue Gunn's observation mission.
Now—he smiled and affectionately pinched Nilar's cheek.
"Rest well. It's not your turn to pave the way for the family yet." Raven stood up. "After we old folks die, we'll be hoping you'll guide the next generation of Nora."
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