Chapter 434

"If you ask me, if that story's true, that halfling girl is either already dead or locked away in some noble's or slave trader's dungeon."

"And even if See King wanted to use a 'find person' commission to search for his childhood friend, it'd be impossible to find her."

"Because those slaves locked up have no freedom whatsoever — they can't get out, so naturally he can't see them either."

The story was fake, but the adventurer who spoke it had a point despite his rough words; with a search speed of one town per day, he hadn't found a single capture target, and Broly began to suspect that the Crystal Palace's approved capture targets might actually be among those slave groups trapped in cages, deprived of all personal freedom.

"Renjin, can you let me find those imprisoned slaves?"

Broly could sense Qi, but there was simply too much Qi he could sense, and he couldn't distinguish the identities of unfamiliar Qi owners.

However, in this world, Broly had the best intelligent Renjin navigation, and Renjin's answer didn't disappoint him.

"Of course. I am this world's god; I know the whereabouts of those imprisoned slaves perfectly well, and most of them also fit the 'tragic fate' characteristic."

After a pause, Renjin continued: "Just that doing so will let you see some even darker things in this world, Broly — are you sure you can really handle it?"

Renjin's words seemed to express concern for him, but the gaze on the white-shadow Panel looked more like it was watching a prey about to step into a meticulously laid trap.

"Darkness? Just destroy it."

Broly didn't care about any darkness; if it truly annoyed him, he'd just destroy it.

On the thirty-sixth day since coming to this world, Broly began, under Renjin's guidance, to do things like raid slave markets and break into nobles' residences hiding dirty secrets.

And facing this world's dark side, the Saiyan boy did exactly as he said — casually destroying any darkness he saw that displeased him.

Whether slave traders or nobles doing disgusting things, anyone who displeased him he directly dealt with.

Only, he didn't silence all the witnesses, nor did he silence those poor people he happened to save from the darkness.

Therefore, his 【See King】 title quickly took on a bloody hue, and people renamed it 【See Death】.

Meaning: to see him is to face death.

And the rumors on the streets updated accordingly.

They said this halfling See Death went mad because he discovered his childhood friend had been captured by slave traders, sold to some high noble of the Wanglong Kingdom, and brutally tortured to death.

That's why he started a frenzied slaughter of slave traders and those kingdom nobles who bought slaves from traders to torture.

But since he didn't target ordinary civilians, the common folk actually celebrated, believing the halfling Lord See Death was eliminating traitors and evil.

As for the beneficiary groups behind the slave traders selling slaves, and those nobles who survived Broly's attacks but still had remnants, and those not yet attacked but clearly destined to be targets — to them, this unrestrained halfling See Death was just a guy with a brain problem.

These people tried every way to kill him, but against a King-level powerhouse who could fly, ordinary army sieges were useless, so hiring high-level assassins for assassination became the only option.

Broly began to be attacked by assassins; though the attackers' strength was nothing special and he easily dealt with them all, it was like mosquitoes buzzing around in summer — annoying.

And as the remaining time on the Crystal Palace Panel kept decreasing, yet not a single capture target had been found, Broly's mood grew worse and worse.

Not only that, Renjin would occasionally pour oil on the fire in his dreams, saying things like: perhaps the Destined Partner you're preparing to search for is also in some unknown underground dungeon, being treated with unspeakably cruel methods by others.

Confronting darkness head-on, constantly harassed by gnats, and with remaining time continuously decreasing — this made Broly's temper more violent with each passing day.

So now, camping in the wild, assassins have surrounded him again.

"Lord See Death, do you remember the son of Duke Wills whom you killed?"

The lead assassin asked this question.

"Can you remember how many slices of bread you've eaten up to now?"

In response, Broly counter-asked, a sentence suddenly surfacing in his consciousness.

The surrounding assassins fell silent, only feeling a chill erode their spines.

Killing and eating bread — in the other's eyes, they were actually equivalent.

Even though they also killed, they still hadn't reached the point of viewing life as grass.

"Worthy of Lord See Death — it's I who was rude, asking a foolish question. But even you, tonight, must pay the corresponding price for the lives of those noble-status people who died miserably at your hands. Of course, if you're willing to surrender, some lords might spare your life."

"People who come to assassinate me usually just attack directly; you're the only one trying to persuade me to surrender."

"That's because behind me are big shots who appreciate you — wonder what Lord See Death thinks?"

"Nothing."

"Why?"

"I'm stronger than you."

"That point can't be denied, and we also know King-level assassins have come to kill you but were all killed by you.

However, we still came — that shows we came prepared. Please let me introduce the gentleman beside me, Sean Cloda.

He is a Sword King of the Sword God Style, and not an ordinary Sword King — he's the Sword King hailed as number one under the Sword Emperor of the Wanglong Kingdom."

As the introduction finished, a youth with a somewhat frivolous air stepped out, pointing at Broly: "You there, halfling. I admit you, who can defeat some King-level powerhouses, might have some ability.

But the gap between King-level powerhouses is also huge. And a King-level expert like me, who bears a style title, can easily kill all such guys even when besieged by several King-level powerhouses.

If you're sensible, come back with us obediently — that's your path to survival."

"Path to survival, huh? Then let me point you to one too: immediately scram from my sight, and I won't kill you small fry."

"Arrogant. Since you want to die that badly…"

The youth's eyes turned cold, hand resting on the sword hilt at his waist.

"Then go die!"

In the next instant, his figure vanished from the spot, yet with terrifying speed he rushed toward the Saiyan boy still flipping meat skewers by the campfire.

Long sword wreathed in fighting spirit, a flash of silver-white sword light — and… hmm, was simply pinched between Broly's raised right index finger and thumb.

The campfire was nearly blown out by the wind from his charge, but fortunately after the wind passed the flames reignited.

When the flickering firelight stabilized and once more illuminated the Sword King's face beside him, it was already covered in fine beads of sweat.

The Wanglong Kingdom's self, closest to the Sword Emperor, had his sword strike actually controlled by someone using just two fingers?!

This scene was somewhat hard to accept for any swordsmanship practitioner.

"Good meat skewers, all dirtied now."

Only after catching the sword did Broly react — he'd just wanted to protect the other skewers stuck in the ground, but it was already too late; some skewers had been blown over onto the ground, some even covered in a layer of grass ash, and this made him sigh.

"Forget it, I'll just wash up later. Let's deal with the matters here first."

He muttered to himself, then looked at the youth beside him.

"I'm generally not polite to guys who attack me, but considering you assassins sent to kill me were so courteous, I'll give you some preferential treatment. Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Broly asked seriously.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. You must have used some powerful defensive technique; otherwise, with my strength, how could a sword strike I unleashed be caught by you with just two fingers..."

Because his sword was caught by someone's fingers, Sean Cloda's Dao Heart was somewhat shattered, and he began to act mentally deranged.

"Ah, my Dou Qi, wrap around for me! My sword, move for me!"

He roared, exerting force with both hands, pouring more Dou Qi into his long sword.

But no matter how loudly he shouted, the long sword didn't move a single thread between Broly's fingers.

"I don't believe it, I don't..."

Broly felt a bit helpless. He flicked the long sword back with his fingers, and tremendous force quickly sent the Dou Qi-infused long sword spinning and shooting away.

With a clang, it embedded itself in a rock not far away. As for Sean Cloda, this Sword King of King-level caliber who had been shouting, his own spinning sword slit his throat.

Even as he fell, he was still saying he didn't believe it.

"What about you all? How do you want to die?"

Broly didn't pay him any mind, instead looking at the other assassins and asking.

"Lord See Death, since you could instantly kill Sean Cloda, your strength must already be Emperor Rank. Even the Wanglong Kingdom would respectfully treat an Emperor Rank expert. You need not worry; we won't trouble you again. We'll withdraw now."

The lead assassin hurriedly said.

"Withdraw?"

Broly scratched the top of his head, glanced at the Crystal Palace Panel showing only 【17 days 21 hours 3 minutes 41 seconds】 of Stay Duration remaining, then continued: "You didn't leave before. Now I have no intention of letting you go. So you'd better tell me, how do you each want to die?"

"Scatter and flee! Take the news that See Death possesses Emperor Rank strength back with you!"

Following the leader's words, the other two assassins fled in two different directions.

"Although I know I'm no match for Lord See Death, I still hope to buy some escape time for my companions..."

The masked lead assassin drew the sword at his waist and assumed a defensive posture.

This is the typical opening stance adopted by swordsmen who cultivate the Water God Style.

Unlike the Sword God Style, which pursues a fast, accurate, and ruthless one-hit kill, the Water God Style advocates waiting for the opponent to attack first, then finding an opening from within to counterattack after defending.

"Since they won't choose, I'll help them choose."

Broly raised his right hand; light lit up on his index fingertip. The assassin leader widened his eyes, not knowing what technique this was.

The next instant, the two assassins fleeing with their backs turned were struck in the back by energy beams from behind.

With a thud, they turned into burnt corpses and collapsed onto the ground.

"Speak. How do you want to die?"

This was the fourth time Broly had asked the death method. It was only because tonight's assassins were comparatively polite that he restrained his recently violent temper.

Otherwise, he'd definitely make them howl for a while before they died.

"Bang~"

The assassin leader, who wanted to experience Broly's true strength, was instantly killed. His deployed Water Saint Level Counterattack Aura didn't even have time to react; only his lower half remained in place.

Picking up the Sword King's corpse from the ground and throwing it into the distant forest, Broly sat back down by the campfire and quietly finished his meal.

No one disturbed him again. Broly jumped onto a rock and lay down directly to sleep.

"Human God, I've already spent too much time here in the Wanglong Kingdom. I'm preparing to head directly to the Magic Continent."

Entering the dream and meeting the Human God, Broly spoke directly to the pale human figure.

"Why so urgent?"

The Human God asked somewhat strangely. The good show had only just begun. He had prepared the Wanglong Kingdom's trump card for Broly — Death God Blueford, currently the fifth-ranked powerhouse among the great powers.

"Didn't I tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

Broly thought for a moment, realized he really hadn't, and said: "My stay duration in this world is limited. When the time comes, I'll return to my own world."

"Eh?!"

This time it was the Human God's turn to be surprised.

"Then Broly, how much longer can you stay in this world?"

"17 days..."

Broly stated the remaining Stay Duration.

"So little?"

The Human God exclaimed, acting just like a friend reluctant to see a friend leave.

And it was indeed so. Upon learning Broly would actually leave this world when the time came, the Human God suddenly regretted designing this otherworldly friend to be targeted by the Wanglong Kingdom's aristocrats and wealthy merchants.

Limited Stay Duration, leaving when time's up — this undoubtedly proved the other party wouldn't be a threat to him. Such a useful Tool Person placed before him, yet he was using boring methods to treat him. This truly violated the host's hospitality.

【No, absolutely cannot let Broly leave this world so easily. At least make him, with his unfathomable strength, become a tool in my hands to eliminate a troublesome guy.】

Thoughts racing, the Human God asked in a worried tone: "But you haven't found your destined match yet. What to do about that?"

"That's also something that can't be helped. If I can't find her, I can't force it, right?"

Only this much time remained. Broly had actually already mentally prepared to gain nothing in this world.

"No, I don't agree. I must find the destined match for you, my friend!"

The Human God suddenly shouted.

"Uh, thanks..."

Broly was startled, but still thanked the Human God.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if I can't find him. At least, in this world, I've made a kindhearted friend like you."

"Broly, never give up hope until the very last moment. Believe me, I can help you find him."

"Alright, I believe you. Tomorrow, I'll head to the Magic Continent."

"No, no, no, the Magic Continent can wait. I've actually found another candidate who fits your requirements—a princess of a human small country."

"And she's about to face an assassination plot by an allied country. You should go save her, because she's very likely the person you're looking for!"

"Really?"

Looking at the human god speaking with such sincerity, Broly was half-believing, half-doubting.

He had met over a thousand, if not several hundred, candidates based on the human god's guidance.

And the result was that, so far, not a single one had been right.

"Of course it's true. Don't you want to believe me, your friend?"

"Alright, then I'll go save her as soon as I wake up tomorrow. By the way, where is that princess?"

"Where the princess is, I don't know."

"Hmm?"

"Although I know the whereabouts of most people in this world, individuals with strong luck are exceptions. I can only learn their approximate whereabouts through others."

The human god explained half-truthfully.

"Then how am I supposed to find her?"

"There's a mountain path between the Ji Kingdom and the Sana Jia Kingdom. Just wait there."

The human god said as such.

At this moment, a silver-haired man with a fierce gaze, whose eyes were mostly white with the remainder being golden yellow, was walking past the border of the Xilong Kingdom.

(Chapter End)