Although he didn't know the principle behind it, Ning Feng was not charmed by the succubus's magic.
The moment the purple eyes lit up, Ning Feng was indeed affected for a moment, feeling his heart skip a beat, but he immediately regained his senses.
That fleeting moment of excitement was like the love between a young boy and girl in the prime of their youth.
They came fast, and they left even faster.
Coming to his senses, he saw the approaching crowd and the noblewoman he had danced with on the dance floor.
Ning Feng hesitated.
He suddenly realized what would happen if he called for help.
Ning Feng might be able to escape by chance, but those ordinary people he used as a shield would definitely be silenced by the enraged succubus.
Once the truth is revealed, the succubus will immediately launch a blood sacrifice, and then everything will be over.
His instinct to survive clashed violently with his desire not to implicate innocent people, leaving him frozen in place, his mind filled with conflict.
Finally, he made a difficult decision and pretended to be bewitched, walking into the succubus's trap.
To be honest, even now, Ning Feng can't figure out why he made such a decision.
Is it the unwavering commitment of a member of the Watchers to protect the innocent from harm? Is it a choice made after weighing the pros and cons? Or is it simply a desire to play the hero?
Ning Feng didn't know.
But at least in that moment, in his confusion, he listened to the choice in his heart.
"...Still playing the hero even now, it seems I'm quite ill too."
But being a hero often comes at a price.
The door seemed to isolate the room from all external disturbances, making it a separate space.
The succubus's room was decorated elegantly, with symmetrical and ornate patterns painted on the walls.
The incense was burning softly, and the scent of lavender spread through the air, exuding a sweet and invigorating aroma.
Rose petals floated in the huge bathtub behind the glass, emitting steam that made the space seem to be filled with a pale pink hue, easily conjuring up images of decadent affairs.
But seeing the succubus who stopped looking at him as soon as she entered, kicked away the soccer ball that was rolling on the ground, and started fiddling with the altar in the center of the room, Ning Feng had no interest in her at all.
Because in his eyes, it wasn't a football, but a human head with its eyeballs gouged out and blood still flowing from its eye sockets!
Looking at the empty eye sockets of the human head, Ning Feng felt a sense of absurdity rather than fear and disgust.
It's not about others, it's about yourself.
Because he realized that he had misunderstood before.
Still wondering if I could negotiate with the succubus, if I could conquer her with the superb skills I'd learned from watching countless films...
It's so naive it's laughable.
Having spent too long in a peaceful country, Ning Feng still couldn't adapt to this cruel world for a while.
This is not something he can simply detach himself from as an ordinary person, nor is it something that can be handled by professionals. It's not something that can be taken for granted.
It's time to face reality and abandon illusions.
See!
That poor guy who died tragically was just an ordinary person, or perhaps a successful person with a fairly high social status.
And this very person, whom Ning Feng once only admired, was, in the eyes of that succubus, of no greater value than material for building an altar.
This world is dangerous and cruel; it won't spare you just because you're powerless.
When danger comes, ordinary people are just lambs to the slaughter, howling as they are taken from and exploited.
Ning Feng did not want to accept this outcome, and if he wanted to resist, he needed power.
At this moment, Ning Feng's belief was crystal clear—to become an Awakened One.
Since one cannot escape from the world of the Awakened, the identity of a logistics commander is absolutely insufficient to protect oneself.
We must become awakened!
Since we're already here, we can't let ourselves be crushed like an insect!
The goal is clear, but there is still a long way to go before it is achieved. The first thing to do is to solve the current crisis.
Live on!
To survive, he had no choice but to kill the succubus.
In the center of the room was a magic circle with a diameter of two meters, on which various human limbs and organs were pieced together and piled up, vaguely revealing a distorted human shape.
This succubus is a cultist, and considering her race, she is very likely the culprit who bewitched others!
Moreover, the ceremony is progressing faster than expected, and the altar may only need one more person to complete its construction.
Suppressing his nervousness, Ning Feng searched his memory for things he could do now.
"It was originally just an investigation mission, so I didn't carry much with me. I only had four bottles of Holy Flame on me, along with the Silver Light Dagger."
With extremely subtle movements, Ning Feng pulled the dagger from his sleeve. His expression was blank, revealing nothing unusual, but his heart was gradually racing.
Knock knock.
"Holy Flame can cause effective damage, but it must act on blood; the more blood there is, the greater the effect!"
"Silver Light has some armor penetration bonus, but due to its small size, it is difficult to cause significant damage."
Ning Feng was originally just an ordinary person who had no knowledge of combat skills and at most played puzzle games like "Old Man Scroll" and "Gwent 3".
He was unwilling to fight and was afraid of death.
But Ning Feng, as a member of the Watchers, was no stranger to these things.
Even after shifting his focus to command, he did not neglect his training, continuing to prepare for battle and dedicating himself to it day after day.
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