Chapter 44: There Is a Joy of Harvest

Although Jia Ji had already known from the group chat that Eisdeus’s journey had been remarkably smooth, the specifics were not to be discussed, and now he finally had the chance to learn the details.

After Jia Ji remotely pinpointed the approximate location, Melad released his insects to scour the entire mountain from top to bottom; no matter how well-hidden the Empire’s covert base was, it was useless.

Eisdeus held a stiletto, Melad wielded two curved blades, and Daniel brought up the rear with bare hands.

The old man knew that if those two women couldn’t handle it, he might as well flee—whether he carried weapons or not made no difference.

The three avoided all hidden sentries and traps along the way, slipping into the base undetected; first they killed all the administrators, including the leader Bill, then slaughtered every member who dared retaliate.

But most of the others never even had time to react before falling silent.

Next came the research lab: Eisdeus pierced two bald researchers through the skull with one thrust, and secured the area effortlessly.

Afterwards, they dismantled all armed forces within the base, rescued the children locked in prison-like dormitories, used methods too brutal to detail, and ultimately stripped the entire base of every valuable item, taking it all away.

Before leaving, the seasoned Daniel set fire to the place, burning the site of countless crimes and bloodshed to ashes, leaving no trace behind.

Using the data they recovered, Eisdeus located this hidden intelligence hub buried within the Water Capital.

All its spies reported solely to their superiors, and fortunately, those superiors had just been wiped out—no message had been sent out.

So sadly, when Eisdeus “descended” upon this place, not a single one escaped.

“Well done!”

Jia Ji praised.

“Don’t celebrate yet—there were some unexpected gains. I think you’ll find them useful.”

The surprise Eisdeus had been hiding all along was finally ready to be revealed.

With a single glance, several weapons of varying designs were presented before Jia Ji.

“You know I can’t use Imperial Implements—so why…?” Jia Ji suddenly realized: these weapons couldn’t be Imperial Implements, or Eisdeus and the others wouldn’t have returned so easily—but they certainly weren’t ordinary weapons either.

“Could… could these be Subject Implements?!”

Four hundred years after the creation of Imperial Implements, the Emperor attempted to forge similar weapons but failed to surpass the originals; he considered it a disgrace, mocked them as Subject Implements, and sealed them away.

These were retrieved now because Gouzhi, before descending to hell, had requested the Empire to hand these potent weapons over to his “children.”

But he never anticipated that he’d be killed before receiving them; these weapons had been stored in the assassination base—and just happened to fall into Eisdeus’s hands.

Jia Ji had some memory of these items; after killing Gouzhi, he hadn’t found them and hadn’t questioned it, assuming the plot had shifted due to his arrival.

Lost at one end, gained at another—they’d circled back to him after all.

One Imperial Implement and seven Subject Implements in a single haul—there was a true sense of harvest, completing the beginner’s quest with a staggering windfall.

Jia Ji picked up a Subject Implement called “King of Crushing,” a gauntlet-type device, and without looking up, tossed it behind him to the children—he recognized these items and knew their effects.

“King of Crushing” sounded impressive, but was garbage.

Though it granted the wearer monstrous strength, far exceeding their true power, to him it was no different from a fragile boxing glove—use it with even slightly more force, and he’d collapse first.

Then came the whip “Rattlesnake,” which moved according to will.

“Too hard to control.”

The blade “Tong Yi Wen Zi,” whose wounds could never heal.

“My fist needs only one strike.”

The bodysuit “Thousand-Layer Garment,” which manipulates earth.

“Wearing it makes me look like a pervert—pass!”

There were also the slightly weaker “Sword of the Water Dragon,” which enhanced physical stats; “You’s Pants,” which boosted leg strength; and the long-handled blade “Bird Shura,” which could extend and retract freely—each had merits, but all were useless to Jia Ji; he cared about only one:

—the gun-type Subject Implement “Prometheus,” capable of curved shots, ricochets, and various firing methods!

“This one!”

As if fate had destined it.

Jia Ji instantly fell in love with this pistol—its color cold and deep, weighing two jin and one liang, caliber 0.41.

The ancestral teaching: “Learn gun before fist.” What kind of gun? Don’t ask.

I’ve trained my fists—now it’s time to train the gun.

Of all martial arts, this is the Iron Bullet Marksman!

Too bad—it has one flaw… no “infinite ammo,” can’t turn it into a Golden Desert Eagle.

But if it had that trait, it’d probably become a true Imperial Implement.

Subject Implements are perfect—they don’t resist the user; even a three-year-old can wield them, ideal for Jia Ji.

Besides, Jia Ji didn’t much care whether the gun had bullets—he just wanted to try pointing it at someone’s forehead and saying, “Let’s bet whether my gun has bullets.”

Between bare hands and armed combat stands a high wall; between cold weapons and firearms stands a great mountain.

Jia Ji: I wonder what expression the opponent will wear before I punch him into two flat pancakes after he dodges every curved bullet and closes in.

“How’s it?” Eisdeus asked cheerfully, watching Jia Ji fiddle with “Prometheus” as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

“Good, good…”

At that moment, American Iaijutsu was perfected!

Jia Ji, snapping back to reality, reluctantly fastened the weapon to his waist and straightened his expression.

“Ahem, now let’s get to the real business.”

“So, what exactly are you gathering these children for?”

From Eisdeus’s perspective, these short-lived brats, their potential destroyed by drugs, couldn’t match even one of her fingers—even if they trained furiously until death.

“Though they’re weak now, they won’t stay that way forever.”

Take Chi Tong, still crying like a soaked flower—just four years later, she was strong enough to challenge Eisdeus at her peak, and though she had ten Imperial Implement users and a million soldiers helping, it still proved her extraordinary strength.

These children are part of the harvest too.

Jia Ji didn’t beat around the bush: “I’m going to make them form a new organization. These children will be the first members.”

“As for the name… let’s call it Assassination Classroom.”

The fated gun, get!

American schools seem to ban the manga Assassination Classroom.

Because it depicts “things related to killing,” feared it might negatively influence children.

Can reading manga really affect you that easily?

But Americans read the Bible and didn’t turn into saints, did they?

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(End of Chapter)