Chapter 361
"Go back. You can't even represent the enforcers. What do you mean represent the people behind you and ask for my forgiveness?" Negri looked at the pale-faced Brewer and said.
Negri's words caused Brewer's face to turn even paler. He had no choice from the very beginning. If he didn't carry out the mission before, he would be demoted or even accidentally killed. Now, he understood that he was nothing more than a punching bag.
Now, it seemed that he had to die. If he didn't die, the people behind him wouldn't be able to back down. Only after he died would the people behind him be able to say that they had already handed over a captain of the enforcers to him, so what else was there to be dissatisfied about?
Using a captain of the enforcers who could be promoted at any time to reduce the loss of benefits was a very good deal for those big shots.
At this time, what he needed to do was to die here and give the people behind him an excuse. Otherwise, he would have to trouble others to help him in the future. If he did it himself, he would be able to fight for the welfare of his family, but if he asked others to do it, it might just bring disaster to his family.
Just as Brewer was about to commit suicide, Negri seemed to have seen through Brewer's thoughts and suddenly said, "But it seems that you need a little help."
Brewer raised his head and looked at the smiling Negri. He, who had never had a choice before, suddenly realized that he seemed to have another choice.
After a long while, Brewer finally left Negri's office. Negri looked at his back as he left and continued to ponder over his plan.
A short yet long night passed. The sun had yet to rise. The birds chirped loudly in the morning. After the reincarnation ritual had collapsed, the entire campus seemed to have become even more lively.
Today was the last day of the Mana Banquet. The scattered demonic knowledge exchange from before was not the main focus. Tonight was the true climax of the Mana Banquet. The appearance of the Mana Fetus was the true carnival.
The buzz-cut man was walking on the campus road with a slightly dispirited expression. He had just returned from the red-light attraction outside the campus and vented all the energy he had been holding back for the past few days on the Sediments.
Nox was like a perfect goddess, constantly hovering in front of his eyes. She did not reject or express her feelings towards him, which made him feel like he still had a chance, so he worked even harder to show off in front of her.
It was just that having such a goddess in front of him, being able to see her but not be able to touch her, really made his heart itch. That was why he had slipped out of the academy last night to vent his desire. After resting for a while, he still had to go to class. Today, Nox had a class in the morning. Recently, he felt that Nox had been a little absent-minded, so he needed to perform well. Who knows, he might be able to take another step forward.
However, the dispirited young man did not notice that behind the shadow of a tree beside the school path, a man was staring at the young man with a gloomy expression. His hand was clutching his pocket tightly.
"Don't you like Roger? Didn't you want to save him? You don't even dare to kill someone, so how can you say you love him? " Negary curled up in Landier's ear and said all sorts of nonsense, which once again made Landier's decision.
Without hesitation, Landier stood up, jogged to catch up to the brush cut man, and patted his shoulder.
"Who is it!?" The brush cut man only wanted to lie down on his bed and rest, so he ran over to Nox to open his mouth. As he turned around in annoyance, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach.
Landier's expression was a bit frenzied as he stabbed the dagger in his hand into the brush cut man's stomach again and again.
Seeing the brush cut man lying on the school path clutching his stomach, Landier surprisingly calmed down. He could feel himself becoming different at this moment, his body felt lighter and lighter, as if there was nothing to be afraid of anymore. The him who was fighting for Roger's sake was no longer the Landier who only knew how to blindly follow orders.
Landier walked forward and stepped on the brush cut man's mouth, causing his screams to become quieter and quieter. At the same time, he wiped the blood off his dagger, put it back into his pocket, and looked around. It was still early, so the surroundings were completely silent, with no one nearby.
The brush cut man desperately struggled, but due to the weakness in his limbs and the 7-8 stabs in his stomach, he didn't have the strength to go all out even if he wanted to. As Landier's face appeared in his mind, he was filled with questions. I know this person, so why does he want to kill me? Could it be a love rival?
With such questions in mind, the brush cut man stopped breathing. His skin was quickly withering away as a wisp of white smoke drifted towards Landier.
Negary was full of excitement, he finally managed to kill an offering. This way, he would no longer need to rely on Landier and would be able to escape from this awkward situation of being under someone else's control.
However, reality told Negary that he was overthinking things.
As soon as the white smoke entered his body, he had a bad premonition. His weak body couldn't possibly handle this amount of vitality mana, and forcefully absorbing the mana from the offering would only cause him to choke to death.
Fortunately, Negary's rationality had returned to normal. With his quick wits, he used this vitality mana to form a covenant with Landier and transferred the excess vitality mana to Landier.
Negary absorbed a portion of the vitality mana, then used it to strengthen his maggot body before absorbing Landier's remaining mana.
"How detestable." Negary had no other choice but to accept the influx of mana. The maggot's body quickly twisted and turned as the vitality mana stimulated its growth.
"Wryyyyy!" a golden ball floated in front of Negri and let out a joyful cry.
Negri raised his head and looked at the golden ball that normal people couldn't see. This was his spirit. After absorbing the will of evolution for one night, he had grown into his current form and could even make simple noises.
"Is this some kind of joyful will of evolution?" Negri asked. After a night of eating, the ball had become extremely picky with its food. Some of the scattered will of evolution was no longer enough for it to grow. Now that it was suddenly making noises, it must have obtained some powerful will of evolution.
The golden ball stretched out several tentacles and floated to Negri's side, its thin tentacles stroking Negri's neck.
"Do you want to try and see if you can pierce my neck? I'm still a human right now, so if the wound is deep enough, I'll die too." Negri reached out his hand to pinch the ball and asked seriously.
"Wryyyyy …" the ball hurriedly let go of its tentacles, explaining that it was only expressing affection before.
Seeing that the ball was once again obedient, Negri let go of the ball and smiled. "I was just joking."
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