“Little Wan mentioned you to me before, saying you have a peculiar personality but possess great talent and potential.”
“Since you have committed a crime, I will test you now. If you pass, you will become a Scavenger with sinner status and be assigned to dangerous areas for missions.”
Hearing the purple-robed Prophet’s final decision, Bai Feifei was momentarily stunned.
Could it... really work like that?
When she watched 'herself' suddenly strike and kill an Inner City resident, she felt her dreams were shattered and that she could no longer become a Scavenger.
But looking at the current outcome, she suddenly remembered the Great Old One, Xu Mo, had said he wanted her to kill as many aberrations as possible in a short time.
So... this situation of becoming a sinner was probably something he had planned all along!
For a moment, her fear of this Old-Timer reached a new level. It was as if everything was within his grasp—controlling time and space, omniscient and omnipotent.
“Fine, then let’s get started,” Xu Mo urged.
The purple-robed Prophet spoke unhurriedly:
“Very well. I need to confirm first—do you currently possess an innate ability?”
In the system of Old Ones' Awakening, even the Great Old Ones were gradually reviving, so supernatural powers naturally existed.
There were many ways to obtain abilities: one could be tainted by an aberration, read the Book of Answers, or even be born with them.
Seeing how Bai Feifei acted with such utter indifference and fearlessness regardless of her outrageous actions, the purple-robed Prophet suspected she might be a natural ability user.
“An ability? Of course I have one. In fact, I have quite a few.”
“Oh?” The purple-robed Prophet wasn't surprised by Xu Mo’s words. “Like what?”
“For example... Time reversal, predicting the future, knowing everything past and present, modifying history and world lines—stuff like that.”
“I also know the names, characteristics, and weaknesses of many Great Old Ones you aren't aware of. In the past, they used to chat and laugh with me.”
The purple-robed Prophet: ...
A strange silence filled the air. The Prophet’s body stiffened for a moment, and when she spoke again, her voice carried a hint of anger:
“Fine! I understand...”
“Since you have no ability, my next assessment will be a pure test of your mental resistance and physique.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the surrounding space twisted violently. Wan Qianhong, who was standing close to Bai Feifei, suddenly felt a surge of intense mental pressure.
She knew the Prophet’s trial had begun. This level of mental suppression...
She couldn't help but look at Bai Feifei, only to see the girl still wearing that indifferent expression, completely unaffected by the pressure!
Instead, she walked forward with steady steps, hands in her pockets, to the center of the open venue.
“I’ll give you fair warning—”
“You’ll give me fair warning that since I’m a sinner now, your test won't be merciful, and if I can’t pass, I’ll die on the spot, right?” Xu Mo interrupted impatiently.
“Enough talk. Let’s go.”
As the words fell, the mental pressure Bai Feifei was already struggling to bear spiked. An indescribable sense of fear and madness made her feel exceptionally stifled.
The two of them were currently sharing physical pain, but mental attacks were all being funneled directly into Bai Feifei’s consciousness!
In her mind, her voice trembled as she spoke to Xu Mo:
“Could you... please stop provoking her?!”
“And... can you really do this?”
Reason told her that a Great Old One who could reverse time was surely stronger than a Prophet, but the pressure she was feeling made her succumb to an uncontrollable fear.
Hearing her voice, Xu Mo spoke with the characteristic arrogance of a player:
“Heh, just remember: every guy you run into right now is just a minor character!”
Snap!
Xu Mo raised his hand and snapped his fingers, pointing at the dazed Wan Qianhong.
“Ms. Wan, could you please... help me keep time!”
At this point, the purple-robed Prophet stopped wasting words. In the center of the venue, the ground began to turn yellow, then started to ripple like waves.
A pair of withered hands emerged from under her robes, forming a strange hand sign. Suddenly, she spoke in a raspy voice:
【I once dreamed of a million soldiers!】
The use of abilities required a medium of guidance. Most abilities were channeled through Word Souls. To put it simply, it was like reciting a chant to show off before unleashing a skill.
At this moment, the Prophet was using her ability through a Word Soul.
The ground shook even more violently, as if something was about to burst out. However, before that unknown entity could appear, Xu Mo moved first!
His lithe body lunged forward, his arm drawing back like a longbow as he threw a punch at the seemingly empty air!
The people in the venue watched his actions in confusion. Even Bai Feifei didn't know what this Old-Timer was doing with her body.
But in the next second, an earthy-yellow figure burst from the ground in front of Xu Mo. The punch he threw landed squarely on the figure’s face, as if the entity had specially moved there to take the hit!
Bang!
With a thunderous crash, the figure shattered. Xu Mo smiled immediately:
“Still that familiar feeling. The sequence of this move never changes!”
After speaking, he didn't even look back as he performed a scorpion tail kick, his foot lashing out behind him to explode another newly emerged figure.
“The impact feel is great. It looks like I might break my record this time!”
Every time he played this game, he went through this assessment. Over time, he had discovered that this NPC’s skill sequence was fixed.
So, while this trial was a life-and-death battle for a normal Scavenger, for Xu Mo, it had turned into a complete speedrun.
Back in the real world, major players would post their speedrun videos on platforms, and Xu Mo was one of the best among them.
Though it seemed he had transmigrated, he could still try to see if he could break his speedrun record.
Moreover, because the pain ratio was high now, the impact feel was more realistic than ever, making his movements incredibly fluid.
Consequently, the entire venue watched in shock as Bai Feifei moved like lightning, acting as if she had eyes in the back of her head, attacking the summoned figures before they could even fully appear.
Every move was lethal. Her fists, legs, knees, and elbows had all become the most terrifying weapons. Those summoned figures were blown apart before their faces could even be seen!
She was like a precision killing machine, completing this game of slaughter in the most efficient way possible.
Everyone was stunned. They all knew the Prophet’s strength. The energy fluctuations emanating from the ground were already making it hard for the bystanders to withstand the mental pressure.
Yet, under the Prophet’s extreme pressure, this girl had turned what should have been a life-or-death test into a solo performance—brutal yet elegant.
“Are you kidding me... is she even human?”
“Her movements are like pure instinct. How many people has she killed...”
“Is this person... here for a test? Does she even need one? Are we supposed to compete with her?!”
The contrast between Bai Feifei’s appearance and her killing-machine-like behavior was so sharp that the other Scavengers couldn't help but gasp in low voices, their eyes filled with both admiration and dread.
As for Huang Jiahao’s lackeys, their mouths were wide open, completely speechless.
Had they... just provoked such a monster?!
They say appearances can be deceiving, but this was taking it to an extreme!
In the crowd, Wan Qianhong looked at Bai Feifei, a strange light flashing in her eyes.
Even though this girl’s temperament was truly eccentric, every time Wan Qianhong saw her fight, she couldn't help but be amazed.
At this moment, she couldn't help but murmur to herself, “Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon...”
For a time, she was actually entranced.
Rate on N.U.
