Chapter 93: I Never Turn Down A Free Meal
After killing twelve people, Noah’s mind got excited as if it had successfully conquered the most challenging math problem. His logic deemed it an excellent achievement. Nevertheless, it is nearly emotionless. His heart grew hollow.
The jolt of emotions that usually surged through him after killing people no longer came. No excitement. No guilt. No thrill. Nothing. The only feeling he had was an eerie sense of calm, knowing it was a calculated victory.
Standing near his car, waiting for Seven and his team to arrive, he pulled a menthol cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He inhaled deeply, filling his chest with as much smoke as he could, then exhaled slowly, his eyes fixed on the distant treeline.
He was still annoyed with his system.
Even after all the knowledge he had gained, his experience bar crawled forward like a sloth. Too slow.
Without unlocking the weapon shop, he couldn’t purchase the one thing he truly needed: a spirit weapon capable of killing his real enemy—the devil. Human weapons were useless against those creatures. Their souls had to be severed, not just their flesh.
Sigh!
Noah let out another deep breath, smoke trailing from his lips as his frustration built.
Then,
The sound of engines echoed faintly in the distance. He spotted several vehicles approaching.
Zoe had already informed him: Seven and his team had arrived.
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