Chapter 118: Killing Instruction: Ice Rink Chaos, Prison Completed

Louis didn’t believe in that nonsense about men not fighting women—under his iron fist, all beings were equal.

Had he not feared the soul couldn’t withstand it and endanger Maria’s main body, he would’ve used Poison Fire Art instead of the willow-blade golden knife.

At that moment, Maria, lying on the ground, began to sob softly; she covered her head, slowly rose, and despite being the one beaten, apologized to Louis.

“I’m sorry, Louis—I can’t control her.”

From the Bull’s Tear perspective, he could tell it was Maria outside, not that Elan.

His expression softened slightly.

Things must be clearly separated: Maria is Maria, Elan is Elan.

“Enough crying—I’m not blaming you.”

Maria nodded, then glanced at her own handiwork on the ice rink, a flicker of panic crossing her face.

While doing it, she’d felt exhilarated; now that she was calm, fear surged—would she be arrested?

After all, she was immature—the guilt of murder, the terror of prison, all flooded in.

Not bad—it seems the main body hasn’t been infected by the sub-personality.

Watching Maria’s terrified expression, Louis thought to himself.

“Let’s go. We don’t need to worry about this place.”

“Huh? But the competition’s tomorrow—what about the footage here…?”

Seeing Louis turn away, Maria gritted her teeth and hurried after him.

After they left, Gu Yi in a black robe appeared and dragged away the corpses.

Under the dim streetlights, Louis walked ahead; Maria followed nervously, only to realize the direction was growing increasingly familiar.

When they reached the alley entrance, she had clenched her lips tightly.

Yet Louis calmly squatted down and began explaining her technique flaws.

“Looks steady, precise, brutal—but clearly a beginner.”

Louis shook his head and signaled Maria to come closer and observe.

“Look—why didn’t you cut deeper here? The trachea is fragile, but not enough to kill; what truly matters is completely severing the internal vessels.”

“Of course, you’re not without merit—you managed to finish the job on your first kill. Good. But your movements still need refinement.”

“For example, stabbing three times seems satisfying, but wastes time. At your height, once you’re close to his chest, a single thrust through the heart would be faster.”

“As for this little Blackie… you did well, but remember to wash the blade.”

“And the blood spatters on your body—clean them later with a mix of papain and laundry detergent.”

After saying this, seeing Maria absorbed in every word, Louis nodded—she’s trainable!

Once the Blood Wurm emerges, she will be among the top three eligible for the first dose.

“Let’s go. Time to return—I’ll arrange a car to take you home.”

But Maria suddenly called out, “Louis!”

?

“Um… what exactly is papain?”

“Buy some meat tenderizer—it’s in there.”

“Oh oh oh.”

After the two left, Gu Er and Gu San emerged from nowhere, dragging three corpses to the roadside. Soon, a truck arrived, loaded the bodies into the back, and the two Gu corpses sat expressionless on the rear seats.

In the front passenger seat sat Gu Yi; as for the driver? It was Louis’s personal chauffeur, now expressionlessly calm—he’d seen enough to consider this nothing.

The truck slowly drove off, leaving only the smeared blood trails in the alley, waiting for innocent citizens to discover them the next day.

…

Back home, Maria felt surprisingly good.

Though still worried about exposure and imprisonment, the fact that Louis had spent so much time personally guiding her filled her with joy.

But it quickly soured.

Her father approached, frowning at her. “What happened to your head?!”

“Bullied at school? Forget it—talk tomorrow. Right now, come here—I’ll show you how to wield the blade. Perfect timing—you’re injured, so let’s fix your face first.”

Maria’s cheek twitched; the weakened Elan seemed to be stirring again, but this time Maria didn’t let her out—she made her own decision.

“No. I don’t want plastic surgery.”

“What?!” Her father’s voice shot up eight octaves, his gaze turning sharp.

“What are you saying? Don’t throw tantrums at your age. Once your face is perfect, you’ll be—”

“You know I’m bullied at school? Then what have you done about it? Always blaming it on my personality?”

“Blade? What blade? Go cut yourself!”

Maria shouted furiously.

Enraged, her father swung a massive palm—but Maria caught it with one hand, twisted hard, and pulled a knife from somewhere, pressing it straight against his throat.

The icy touch snapped his sanity back—he stared in terror at his gloomy, withdrawn daughter.

At that moment, her mother noticed the commotion, stepped out, and instinctively screamed—but fell silent under Maria’s fierce gaze.

Deep breath… deep breath…

Louis said—don’t let them affect you…

They’re Mom and Dad. Even if they always belittle me, pressure me, control me, and try to force me into surgery—they’re still Mom and Dad.

After heavy panting, Maria sheathed the knife, turned, and walked upstairs alone, heading straight for the bathroom.

She really wanted to cast a water magic chant right now.

…

The next day arrived.

The ice skating competition was about to begin; crowds flooded the campus, and the sports arena’s entrance swarmed with people.

Louis stood with Emma and others, glanced at Maria’s nervousness, and said nothing to comfort her.

Mindset must be trained. He could foresee that with him, Louis, even more dangerous and thrilling events would come—killing someone? What’s that? Especially killing an enemy. If she couldn’t calm herself now, he’d have to consider whether to give her stronger medicine.

At this moment, the board members arrived, chatting merrily with wealthy outsiders.

Christina arrived with the student council, crowding forward; Yulenc also followed behind, but his smile looked odd.

Others might not know—but Louis knew.

This guy was plotting something foul.

Soon.

Time came.

The curtain blocking the entrance was pulled back; the teams prepared to enter.

But the next second.

“Aaaahhh!!!”

Countless terrified screams echoed across the entire campus.

On the white ice rink, a circle of red had appeared—red paint forming a smiling face, and faintly visible within the ice, tiny strips of shredded flesh!

It was clear a murder had occurred here.

Students began fleeing backward; the board members at the front turned pale, especially when they saw students still nearby making phone calls—their faces darkened further.

The principal immediately turned to Christina—but at that moment, Christina was scolding Nancy: “I told you to check again before the event—why didn’t you?”

Nancy was speechless. Could she say Christina had deliberately retaliated by overloading her with work these past days?

Then Yulenc appeared from nowhere, handing a paper to the principal. The principal recognized Yulenc and accepted it, glanced briefly, then immediately fixed his knife-like gaze on Christina.

She was utterly confused, wanting to ask—but the principal and others had already left. All she saw was Yulenc’s smug smile.

Police arrived quickly and sealed off the scene.

What followed, Louis didn’t care about—it was just internal school scheming, not worth his attention.

As for police solving the case? Don’t count on their clearance rate. Besides, Lily had many enemies; Maria wasn’t even top on the list.

Under these conditions, what could they possibly find?

Right now, Louis cared more about another matter.

His prison base was nearly complete—only minor details remained before final completion.

The prison covered a large area, qualifying as a medium-sized facility, capable of housing one to three thousand inmates, with varied zones: dormitories, recreation, medical care, multi-level cell blocks, and outside, double towering walls with nets, electrified fencing, and watchtowers.

Of course, that was just the surface. Louis’s real base lay underground, where another space existed, similarly divided into multiple zones, with many empty areas awaiting delivery of supplies.

In short, this prison perfectly met Louis’s needs for a secret base.

But other problems remained—for instance, the Karl family still hadn’t fully signed the prison contract with Orlando’s government; manpower and equipment issues—prisons aren’t opened casually; guards, management systems, administrators, logistics, equipment…

Additionally, there was the manpower issue for his underground base.

As an underground base, Louis required absolute secrecy—he’d cultivate spells and study monsters down there. How could he rely on outsiders?

Hire them?

Suspicious as he was, Louis didn’t trust contracts—he trusted his own arts.

Fortunately, the Blood Wurm was nearly complete. He’d see how many he could produce—if suitable, he’d use them to control people.

“Blood Wurm… Blood Wurm…”

At this moment, Louis stared at two iron cauldrons filled with blood in the center of the cave, muttering to himself.

Around the cauldrons stood twelve candles—six red, six white—beneath which twelve animals were drawn: the twelve zodiac signs, but wildly distorted, grotesque, terrifying forms, and crucially, all painted in blood.

Louis manipulated flames; bubbles bubbled in the cauldrons, the air thick with blood, and faintly visible within the blood were grotesque, ugly corpses of worms—earthworms, leeches, fleas, lice, carrion beetles—and herbs like ginseng and placenta.

(End of chapter)