The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins-Chapter 46: Life Hacks

Upon hearing this, the young man chuckled mockingly.

"That won't do. I detest two kinds of people the most in my life: racists and white pigs, and this guy is guilty of both!"

As he spoke, he deliberately ground his foot, causing the white man across from him to clench his eyes and tremble with rage.

"Stop it!"

Stopping the restless natives, Luwei Ao gritted his teeth, shot a deep look at the young man stepping on Wilson, and without hesitation, turned and left.

"Let's go!"

Exchanging incredulous glances, a group of white people looked at each other, their morale plummeting.

They were used to being above others, exerting power in the colonies, and couldn't understand why the two noblemen from their homeland were so fearful of these primitive yellow-skinned monkeys.

They had to understand it was a white supremacist era, and other colored races in their eyes were not even worthy of being regarded as speaking monkeys.

Even when showing some respect on the surface, it was only to better divide and enslave them.

They considered themselves God's chosen people, a higher civilization, so why were the two noblemen from their homeland so afraid of the local yellow-skinned monkeys?

They even hinted at an inescapable shame and anger!

But out of reverence for their identities, these people could only swallow their anger, following behind them with drooping heads as they left.

Meanwhile, at their backs, Wilson, who had just come to his senses from the impact, struggled and whimpered, but the boot on his face felt like a mountain pressing down on him, and no matter how he struggled, it was futile.

"Mmm..."

Watching his companions abandon him, Wilson's eyes filled with despair, sensing that perhaps he had kicked the iron plate.

"Tsk, quite decisive. I was hoping we'd force them to make the first move."

The young man watched the enemies leave, pursing his lips in some disappointment.

A few teenagers from the second floor came down, shaking their heads and teasing as they heard his murmur.

"Two silvers voluntarily starting a fight with five golds? They're not shrimps..."

"An Rong, don't forget the committee's slogan: Friendship first, competition second."

Hearing this, An Rong sneered, "When has any competition not ended in a brain-bashing fight? You really believe the committee's slogan?"

The speaker shrugged indifferently, "At least in the early stages, we have to put on a show. Eliminating someone on the first day could make us seem like poor sports."

Hearing this, An Rong nodded.

Every Ascension Competition had an unwritten rule: that early on, everyone focused on adapting and exploring the Illusion Realm rather than fighting.

After all, tilling the land itself was a rare opportunity for them.

Additionally, the Ascension Competition forbade carrying external [True Object]. If someone could find a powerful [True Object] within the Illusion Realm to arm themselves, it could be a tremendous advantage for the later stages of the competition.

In gaming terms, everyone agreed to develop peacefully in the early stages and only engage in group wars later.

"So, what about this guy?"

Pointing to the man under An Rong's feet, a girl asked troubledly.

"Kill him?"

"That wouldn't be good..."

"Cement him and dump him into the Huangpu River, God won't know, and the devil won't be any the wiser."

"Wait, why are you so skilled at this?"

"Huh? All my friends who frequently kill and dispose of bodies know this! Isn't it just a little life hack?"

"Goddammit, a life hack!"

"Stay right here; I'm going to call a police officer for you."

Hearing these devilish teenagers loudly conspiring on how to handle his corpse, as if seeing him as already dead, made Wilson's entire body bristle as he desperately struggled and whimpered.

At this moment, Zhu Haomiao finished his last bite of food, wiped his mouth with a towel, and slowly stood up.

It was only then that the teenagers turned their attention to him, and An Rong couldn't help but complain.

"Brother, you're too much! We were sticking up for you, and you just ate like nothing happened!"

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao offered him a regretful smile.

"Thanks, but I can't waste food because of him, right?"

Pointing at the white man under An Rong's foot, Zhu Haomiao squinted with interest, a dark light flashing deep in his pupils.

He could sense that some kind of [shell] protecting the white man had shattered, leaving him psychically exposed under the irradiation of the [Book of Black], and he seemed capable of twisting, altering, and corrupting him...

Perhaps sensing Zhu Haomiao's gaze, An Rong moved his foot off the white man's face, revealing his eyes full of despair like a lamb to the slaughter.

Unconsciously curling his lips, Zhu Haomiao squatted down and kindly helped him up.

Meanwhile, a distortion-like whisper, imperceptible to others, softly resonated in Wilson's mind, wriggling into the depths of his soul like a living creature.

"They abandoned you..."

"They left you like a dog to the enemy..."

"They don't care whether you live or die..."

"Your property, your wife and daughters will be taken by them..."

"They betrayed you..."

"Be angry!"

"Hate them!"

"Be greedy!"

"Kill them!"

"Claim everything they have as your own!"

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Silently planting the seed of [Original Sin] deep within his psyche, the faintly visible twisted evil light bloomed in Wilson's vacant eyes, gradually staining his pupils with a vengeful and vicious hue.

Helping him straighten the bedraggled and messy collar, gently wiping the footprint off his face, Zhu Haomiao revealed a radiant and encouraging smile, patting him on the back.

"It's okay now, go on."

Wilson, with a dazed gaze and a grim face, looked towards the window and decisively turned and left.

Seeing this, An Rong raised his hand, wanting to speak but stopping, finally looking at Zhu Haomiao with admiration and helplessness, he sighed.

"How do you repay virtue with resentment?"

Several companions were equally disapproving but looked at Zhu Haomiao with respect.

Though they themselves couldn't achieve such broad-mindedness to repay virtue with resentment, it didn't stop them from respecting a person with such high moral standards.

Noticing the subtle misunderstanding among them, Zhu Haomiao pressed his lips, then after a moment of silence, revealed a polite yet somewhat awkward smile.

I just wanted to test the [Book of Black]'s ability to manipulate hearts/souls...

But after this test, Zhu Haomiao had a vague understanding of how the previous two Corpse Ghosts were "consumed" by the [Book of Black].

It wasn't due to his physical damage, but just like Wilson, their [shell] protecting their souls had shattered, leaving their minds exposed to the radiation of the [Book of Black] without any defense.

Faced with such unprotected sinful souls, no matter how strong they were, in Zhu Haomiao's eyes, they were nothing more than a deliciously tender piece of meat.

Gently caressing his chest, feeling his heart beating within, Zhu Haomiao grasped the insight. freёnovelkiss.com

Although unseen and intangible, the [shell] or [Dao Heart] protecting the soul, was far more important than he imagined.

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