Hua Changle's pupils contracted silently.
Ninth level.
This was the first time she had ever seen a ninth-level expert make a move.
"As expected of Lord Salgano, he didn't even give me a chance to make a move."
The person who appeared next was someone Hua Changle was relatively familiar with.
Black King, Kazmir.
Kazmir casually glanced at the carnage on the ground and said nonchalantly, "To die at the hands of an adult is truly an honor for this ant."
Salgano's voice was deep and fluent in Middle-earth, his tone calm: "His ability cannot be disabled for the time being."
Upon hearing this, Kazmir looked over.
Upon hearing this, Hua Changle knew that everything was in the bag.
Just as Wei Jinyan and his group had guessed, since her abilities far exceeded their own expectations, she was an irresistible temptation for the god-making faction.
The cultists would focus more on her abilities than her potential undercover identity.
At least in the short term, she won't be in any danger, and she'll be used by them.
As for why she didn't dodge that attack, it wasn't because she had precognitive abilities or knew there was a powerful expert outside, but rather because it was a task she had given to 422.
—"Check if there are any surveillance devices."
422's answer was: [There are six hidden cameras inside the room, and three miniature drone cameras outside the window.]
At that moment, she already knew that there were at least people of Kazmir's stature behind the scenes.
She knew what they wanted to see.
Zhang Pi is the vehicle used to showcase the miracle of "creating a god".
As long as she demonstrated this ability, they wouldn't let her die.
Kazmir chuckled and looked at her, saying, "I want this little one."
Salgano gave a deep "hmm".
The next moment, the longsword in his hand, starting from the tip, gradually turned into golden fragments and vanished. At the same time, his hair also turned white.
Salgano said, "Black King, you will take over his duties."
After saying that, he sheathed his sword and steadily walked away.
Kazmir chuckled as he looked at her, "Kid, Ah Jiu, you knew I was here all along?"
Hua Changle pursed her lips and stubbornly raised her chin: "My ability is [creating gods]."
That means it's only natural that such amazing abilities deserve attention.
Kazmir let out a deep, enigmatic laugh: "Speaking of that to you sounds like a child's joke."
Hua Changle's eyes burned as if in a vow: "I can create eternal night, and I can also bestow infinite light!"
Kazmir gently rubbed his forehead: "Still a chuunibyou (delusional teenager)~"
"Alright, alright, look at you pretending to be strong."
Kazmir put on his gloves and walked over, slapping the little dog's head twice: "Poor dreamy boy!"
He raised his hand and pinched her chin, looking her up and down: "Look at this beating, tsk, there's no aesthetic appeal at all!"
After she finished speaking, a piece of ice flew out and smashed down a button, causing the five mechanisms binding her to retract simultaneously.
She fell softly to the ground and was caught in his arms.
He pulled the person out of the water, as if he were pulling out a corpse:
"Poor little dog, come with me. Maybe your ridiculous, grand dream of creating a god can come true?"
Hua Changle's waist had long been chafed and rubbed raw, and now that he was holding her, she was in pain and powerless, so she just hung there like a noodle.
Kazmir scooped her up and led her out of the snowdrift and into a room in another, larger snowdrift.
He suddenly let go, and Hua Changle was caught off guard and fell to the hard ground, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Someone nudged her shoulder with a foot, causing her to fall backward, and then another foot pressed down on her injured stomach.
Kazmir sat on the edge of the bed, kicked off his shoes, and pressed his feet against her stomach.
He smiled and stomped his toes a few times.
The chafed areas on Hua Changle stung painfully, and she couldn't help but tighten her skin.
Seeing that she was in pain but didn't make a sound, Kazmir's smile deepened: "You're quite good at enduring pain."
"They've had special training?"
Hua Changle met his gaze directly, her eyes revealing a sinister glint.
"I've endured this little bit of pain for over a decade. Do I really need to train for it?"
"Oh?" Kazmir remained nonchalant. "Just a poor little dog."
"Little dog, you're a good actor."
He still didn't believe it.
The boy's eyes burned with anger at being slandered, and he repeated, word by word, "I am the one who created gods. I can create gods."
"Very good, stick to your persona."
Kazmir increased the pressure of his foot: "So, after being a coward for over a decade, what gives you the right to harbor such an absurd dream?"
"That's great!"
The boy immediately retorted, his eyes suddenly reddening: "That's a great dream, a great dream that only I can achieve!"
Kazmir's eyes showed pity.
He had already reviewed the boy's information.
Name: Ajiu
19 years old (Chinese age)
People of Middle Earth Ninth District
He can absorb the supernatural abilities of others, but he is born with a congenital defect—he is a castrated man.
For these two reasons, he experienced humiliation, including being ostracized, bullied, and abused for ten years.
He was arrested for intentionally killing a homeless man, a classmate, and a neighbor, but was later released after all of these were determined to be acts of self-defense.
However, in addition to this, there are several other cases of high school student disappearances and cases of inhumane attacks suspected to be related to him.
Personality: withdrawn, patient, ruthless, and obsessive.
A boy with divine power is treated as a monster and excluded from the world.
If this information is 100% true.
Kazmir suddenly asked with interest, "So, you hate this world?"
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