"First rule of ughter: always kill the assassin first," us grinned.


    Oscar held his chest in agony as part of his soul was chopped off along with the shadow assassin. His life, and theirs, had been linked when he summoned them using his life force.


    So the moment they died, a part of him died with them.


    That was the price he had to pay for power.


    He could only me himself.


    us resumed his battle, putting the third n into motion. The dual-wielding swordsman had to go.


    "Crap..." us was thrown away, his bodytched onto by the thick, pointy alien hair. It had turned into ropes—or so it seemed—wiggling and twisting in the air.


    "Let go of me, bastard!" us pulled, but he couldn''t break free from the countless strands of hair gripping his arms and legs.


    BOOM!


    A mallet crashed down on him, sending him flying. Still, the hair clung to him, and it felt as if it were creeping toward his soul. us felt a bad premonition about what would happen next.


    If he doesn''t free himself fast, something horrible will happen to him...


    ''Fuck... I have to improvise now.''


    He hadn''t expected this, but he nned to make it more exciting.


    "Face of Starvation!" us finally used it for the first time since opening the face of starvation on the Demon bead.


    The heavens rumbled as arge, twisted, and grotesque face appeared—one with abination of smiling and crying expressions.


    "Physical Starvation"


    us activated the only ability of the Face of Starvation that he wanted at the moment: Physical Starvation. This ability causes something akin to hunger but on their strength and stamina...


    Thus, their nightmare began. The hunger was caused by their stamina and strength getting sucked away. They were screwed.


    ''What a brute.''


    us watched as the troll charged at the Face of Starvation, a smirk gracing his lips. The next second, a beam of soul energy shot from the eyes, sending him flying back.


    us used the eyes on the Face to unleash a soul attack. Just like the Eyes of Malevolence from the Face of Despair, this allowed him to use soul attacks through the eyes.


    There was no way to approach the Face to destroy it. They could onlye at us, and since their stamina was falling, us began to see openings.


    But he wasn''t in a position to make a move. He was literally locked in ce by ropes of hair.


    ''Well... I will be damned.'' us smiled when he sensed something. At the same time, the alien sensed danger and quickly retracted his hair.


    But he wasn''t fast enough. us had already gotten hold of five strands.


    His eyes crackled with lightning, and then he tapped into the natural conduit—the hair. The next second, the alien''s head was fried crispy.


    He died.


    us coughed up a mouthful of blood, but he smiled, showing his bloodstained teeth. In fact, his smile was more of a grin mixed withughter.


    He was indeed feeling the pain, but at the moment, he could feel his ninth core forming steadily. The bodies of the Assassin and Alien dissolved, along with their weapons, but they had blessed him with EXP points.


    Of course, he never saw the message, mainly because he wasn''t in the heaven domain. But he was thankful. Two Ascendents are dead, and now, he is nearing the Sage stage.


    He had killed his second Ascendant. It was a mere coincidence, but he made it happen. Now, two variables were removed from the battle, and his third n was set to go.


    Or so he thought... The next second, his ns changed again.


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    Some people are merely born unlucky. They never had the luck they wanted, mainly because they always found themselves in anything but encouraging situations.


    The subusdy was one of those.


    From the start of the battle until now, she never had the chance to use any of her skills. She was basically useless—more like unlucky.


    The domain of battle she found herself in wasn''t the best or most encouraging for her skill set.


    The dragon was a menace.


    She never stood a chance, and thanks to her overly exposed body, the dragon was practicing its roasting abilities quite well. Now, she was charred in all the right ces.


    The damn dragon burnt her butt cheek... the savagery.


    In fact, having an elemental dragon was the best. The dragon was practically unkible. But that didn''t mean it was having an easy time. The Dark Elf was showering it with arrows.


    But they overlooked something.


    The dragon wasn''t an entity on its own. No, the dragon was more like a spirit that came from us. And as such, spirits tend to carry traits from those they came from.


    us was a savage, fearless, and a maniac.


    But on top of that, he waspetitive. And the dragon seemed to have carried that trait. The trait that made it the most dangerous in this regard.


    The moment us killed the shadow, the dragon becamepetitive. It also wanted to kill its own target. And thus, the dragon became a savage—another trait it got from us.


    However, ording to us, savagery goes hand in hand with another trait he calls [Equal Opportunity As Whooping].@@novelbin@@


    This trait basically means no matter the gender, he will give everyone equal treatment. And so, the subus became the steak the dragon was practicing its barbecue on.


    In the next ten minutes after us killed Alien, the dragon bathed the subus in an unholy baptism of me. It was breathtaking... I mean, devastating, to say the least. Your journey continues with My Virtual Library Empire


    Oscar, who had recovered from the death of the shadow, saw this and nearly passed out from fear. The two cats watching from the top floor of the dungeon also saw it and broke into a cold sweat.


    The dragon decreased its size to thirty meters long, which seemed to increase the burning force of its fire.


    This was the day a subus regretted being a subus.


    The dragon barbecued her for ten whole minutes until she couldn''t take it anymore and died. Her entire body was charred, with no sign of even an unburnt part.


    Everything was burnt.


    Then the dragon roared, making us, who was about to implement his next n, look in its direction. His ns immediately changed because he never expected this oue, but it had presented itself.


    Instead of going after the Swordsman, us looked toward the Shaman and smiled.


    He had picked him as his next target. Since the Shaman was making things difficult for him by empowering his teammates, he needed to go.


    After destroying his soul gem, the shaman was almost missing from the battle. But while that was true, the buff spells he was casting kept making things hard for us.


    So he had to go...


    us didn''t hold back as his attacks began raining down on the three remaining targets he was facing. The battle was chaotic, but us was enjoying himself with the [Face of Starvation] still active.


    He moved between attacks, making sure every strike was calcted.


    It didn''t take long for him to receive a stab to his side, but at the cost of losing one arm.


    Now, the demon had lost a tail and an arm, but us was also badly injured. He was running low on blood now.


    But he managed to get close to the Shaman and then used his skill, "Mind In a Whirlwind."


    It was a mind attack that immediately sent the Orc down a spiral. But the next second, his nightmare came true when he heard us speak.


    "Buddhamand, Buddha dispose. Instant Teleportation."


    What he felt afterward was a scorching burn that reached deep within his soul.