I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts-Chapter 369 - 268: Evil

Outside the map of the Slaughter Battlefield.

The waves at sea grew more turbulent and tempestuous.

"We’re running out of time."

"Using bug exploitation to edge to the map boundaries, even if the Slaughter Origin doesn’t mind, it’s hard to sustain for long."

"What happens if we can’t maintain it?" Frog lowered his center of gravity, keeping steady on the roiling small boat, while asking.

"You’ll be kicked out of the room, out of the server, permanently banned."

Frog, in a white suit, gave the simplest and most straightforward description.

"Outside this sea is a river. Trust me, you definitely wouldn’t want to fall into that river."

Malicious bug exploitation comes at a cost.

As for how high that cost is, it depends on whether someone (Origin) is watching over you.

From the current state, their small boat can still hold.

"Detected that you’re attempting to explore areas outside the map, please cease exploration immediately!"

"Consecutive warnings ineffective, deducting one faction value point."

Beside his ears, the alert about faction value deduction kept ringing.

At this moment, Frog’s face suddenly turned ghostly pale!

A stream of fresh blood burst from his mouth, followed by mouthfuls of blood continuously gushing out.

"What’s wrong with you?!"

"Them... it’s them... they’ve found the weak spot of the cloning and splitting ability..."

The Life and Death Apostle is jointly suppressed by the Anti-Xia Alliance and the Mechanical Sect, who know the Apostle’s weaknesses better than anyone.

Frog suffered a severe blow, unable to stand, nearly tipping overboard.

"Hold on!" Frog in a white suit grabbed him.

"How much longer can you hold out? My soul has been severely injured, I can’t last too long."

As Frog spoke, his eyelids drooped. "I’m dying."

The time he spent parasitically seizing the Apostle’s body was still too short.

Plus the Slaughter Battlefield’s influence, their opponents seized this opportunity.

Most likely the only chance.

"Han Zhan, Bob!"

Frog recited these names filled with resentment.

With the soul severely injured and backfiring, Frog’s vision went black.

Just then, he heard the Slaughter Battlefield’s rule prompt in his ears.

"...Deducting 1 faction value point, your faction value is now negative, changing faction immediately!"

"Your faction has been changed."

"Your corresponding social identity has been synchronized."

"Your current identity: Evil Camp, Social Level 5, Behind-the-Scenes Manipulator!"

Upon completing the faction change, Frog in a white suit vigorously threw out the transparent blank Fusion Card.

"Fuse for me!"

The next instant, not only did the roles of two people begin to merge, but Frog in a white suit also transformed into a beam of light, merging into Frog’s body.

Across the sea surface, the waves roared like a sea of turmoil.

This trick, left millions of years ago, finally reached the point of bearing fruit.

With the merging of Frog in a white suit, the once dispirited Frog, whose soul was near shattering, seemed to have been revived with a shot of energy, suddenly reawakened.

The vague, lost, and incomplete memories also began to blend within his mind:

"Leaving the Ultimate Slaughter Battlefield this time, returning is probably a long shot."

"The negative effects of No. 001 Deformation Potion are even scarier than I imagined, my body can no longer bear the ever-growing spiritual energy."

"Why not split the spiritual energy into two? This way, it could alleviate the pressure of physical disintegration, and when the time is ripe, unite them..."

"Unite them... and that’s... Tier Nine!"

Bang!

The terrifying aura instantly filled the entire sea surface.

The previously raging waves calmed down in the blink of an eye.

From the fusion’s light and shadows, Frog emerged.

He had barely taken a few steps when dense cracks began to appear on his body’s surface.

Leaving him on the brink of physical collapse.

But his immense and terrifying spiritual energy now far exceeded before, successfully breaking through to Tier Nine!

"I truly am a genius."

"Aren’t I?"

Frog’s face lit up with a smile, relishing the might of his body, he slowly raised his hand.

In his hand was a pitch-black card.

"Social Level: 6"

"Role Identity: Evil"

"You are the purest embodiment of evil, unique in this world. You wield the power of evil, mastering all sinister forces in the Slaughter Battlefield!"

Evil!

This is the highest social level 6, surpassing the existence of Level 5!

Moreover, it’s the ultimate solution acknowledged by the Slaughter Origin, received as inheritance!

Frog opened his hands slightly.

He sensed dual transformations in his body and identity.

...

Slaughter Battlefield.

City center.

As leaders of the Good Camp, Han Zhan and Gongyang Jin simultaneously raised their heads, gazing far away.

Nothing could be seen there.

Only endless night, endless darkness.

Yet as they looked towards it, there seemed a stirring presence being nurtured out of that dark night.

Their faces grew stern.

"Did you sense it too?"

Seeing Gongyang Jin with the same expression, Han Zhan exhaled heavily.

"Yes, I sensed it."

Gongyang Jin watched intently, trying to discern anything within the boundless darkness, but failed.

"What could it be?"

"It won’t be anything else."

Albeit reluctant to speak the truth, they knew the only beings that could ignite such fear in them were from opposing factions.

Among enemy factions, only one could exert such an influence, the answer was clear.

Dream Demon, Frog!

"He’s succeeded."

"He’s taken the final step, successfully advancing to Social Level 6, causing such an anomaly!"

"It moved."

No one knew who shouted.

All saw how the deep darkness, once far from them, seemed to slowly encroach upon them.

At the port of Gui Hun Port.

A small fishing vessel bobbed on the sea, its bow fixed with a lamp, whose light illuminated a patch of sea ahead.

A fisherman surfaced, lifting out his catch speared by the fish gun.

On the boat, the woman in charge of receiving happily reached out to take it.

"Today’s haul is pretty good."

"We should hurry, I feel the distant sky looks strange, afraid the weather will change."

"What’s there to fear? The bigger the storm, the pricier the fish!"

The man laughed heartily, diving back into the water.

The man’s wife puckered her lips but did not stop him.

At that moment, the light from the lone lamp began flickering erratically.

Like a candle violently swayed by the sea breeze.

But it is solar-powered!

Click.

The light went out.

The sea returned to darkness.

Suddenly, a figure silently surfaced, raising his fish gun, aimed at his wife seated on the fishing boat.

"Bang!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The gun fired.