Chapter 101: 100 Emma Remainder Scripture

So... it's a type that can't be directly eliminated by physical means?

After spending half a second pondering the young man’s words and realizing they revealed no useful information, Li Ang ignored his boastful tirade and asked directly:

“The harm I’ve inflicted on you is enough to kill you ten times over—why aren’t you dead yet?”

The Ninth Rule of the Emma Remainder Scripture: When facing an enemy who is arrogant, overconfident, and radiating certainty, try directly asking about their abilities—they may inadvertently reveal their weaknesses.

“It’s simple. There are enough people who will die in my place.”

Seeing Li Ang’s puzzled expression, the young man made no move to attack; instead, he studied him with interest and spoke slowly:

“I am a born ruler, entitled by nature to possess everything. You, born to be ruled by me, are likewise entitled to surrender everything—your labor, your flesh, your faith, even your life—all fall within the scope of sacrifice... Do you understand what I mean?”

So it’s damage transfer or a “consumable” substitution death?

Having successfully extracted the core useful information from the man’s arrogant, melodramatic speech, Li Ang sighed in admiration—Emma Remainder Scripture truly was useful—and pressed further:

“So... if I want to kill you, I must first eliminate everyone you control?”

“You could say that.”

The young man nodded, then smiled and asked:

“But can you do it?”

“I am the heir of the Lyon family, the undisputed next Duke of Lionheart. So—are you capable of killing ninety thousand people scattered across the entire kingdom at once? Or can you kill me ninety thousand times in succession?”

“Don’t believe him!”

Just as Li Ang instinctively frowned, hesitating whether to retreat strategically, the Black Goat suddenly came alive and shouted:

“Fine if you fool others, but dare you lie to our face?”

“Even if you’ve gotten slightly stronger than us, we can smell it—you’re barely at a third of your peak power right now!”

“And the Zodiac Division is still stationed in the capital. Don’t even think about extending your control beyond this street—we’ll eat this building right now!”

“...”

Tch... this is a pain.

Seeing the flicker of realization in Li Ang’s eyes as he once again targeted his vital points, the young man frowned and turned his gaze to the goat’s head in Li Ang’s hand.

“Are you betraying me?” ???

Stunned by the question, the Black Goat fell silent for two seconds before erupting in fury:

“Who the hell are you?! Betray you... we’re the original body! You’re just a fragment that formed after my horn was severed...”

“What nonsense are you spouting?”

Without hesitation, the young man cut him off, clenched his right fist, and slammed it hard against his chest, his face twisted in annoyance:

“Only the heart is the true origin of a demon. I am the original consciousness!”

“As for you—you’re merely a false will, spontaneously born from the scattered remnants of my soul after my horn was torn away!”

“You’re full of shit!”

He’d only intended to take on a “little brother,” but now this little brother was ranting, denying even his own existence as the “big brother.” The Black Goat exploded in rage, eyes bulging as he roared:

“You need a good beating! Today I’ll teach you a lesson! Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I’ll... damn it!”

“...”

This Clearance Bureau employee... is surprisingly decisive?

Watching Li Ang grab the goat’s head, neatly flip out the window, and fly thirty meters away in the space of a single sentence, the young man shook his head in disbelief.

Meanwhile, on the broomstick, the goat’s head—mid-threat, yanked away—was now beyond fury, shrieking:

“Li Ang! Why are you running? Go back and fight it!”

“Listen to me! This bastard’s just bluffing—he can’t possibly have ninety thousand lives! At most...”

“At most two or three thousand, right?”

Gripping the goat’s horns, Li Ang glanced at the dense sea of soul flames scattered across the Lyon estate, his lips slightly blue, sweat beading on his forehead, his face pale:

“I already used up a lot of stamina rescuing people on the cart, then killed him over a dozen times in a row—roughly equivalent to jogging ten kilometers. With what’s left, even if I condensed every ounce into the most energy-efficient needle, I’d barely manage a few dozen strikes. Three thousand lives? Impossible to exhaust. What else am I supposed to do but run?”

With the strength I have left, even if I shaped it all into the most energy-efficient fine needles, I’d only manage a few dozen strikes—three thousand lives couldn’t be depleted; if not running now, what else would I do?

“No buts!”

Cutting off the Black Goat, Li Ang pointed to the residences surrounding the estate, his expression grim:

“If I used your ability, I could temporarily turn fifty or sixty people against him. But over two thousand people live around Lyon Estate alone—not counting servants, guards, and followers under his command. Total numbers likely exceed three thousand. Do you think fifty people will make a difference?”

“With your ability, I could temporarily turn fifty or sixty people against him right now, but over two thousand people live around Lyon Estate, not counting servants, attendants, and guards under his command—total numbers may exceed three thousand. Fifty people really make a difference?”

“But nothing!”

Seeing the Black Goat still trying to goad him into action, Li Ang frowned and spoke without room for argument:

“Even within the Lyon family, not everyone deserves to die. Many are merely workers here, uninvolved in the family’s crimes. Even if I could kill him three thousand times, I won’t do it.”

After explaining his reason for retreating, Li Ang squeezed his legs against the broomstick, squeezing out the last of his stamina, and shot toward the Clearance Bureau at full speed.

The First Rule of the Emma Remainder Scripture: If you can’t win, run. Go home and call the Chief!

Regrettably, while the Emma Remainder Scripture remained as accurate as ever, events never bend to human will.

“But you can’t escape either!”

As the Black Goat finished his “but,” Li Ang, just about to burst out of the estate, felt his surroundings suddenly stiffen—he lost all lift and plummeted like a meteor to the ground!

As the black goat finished his “but,” Lyon, just about to burst from the estate, felt a sudden drag around him, then instantly lost all levitation—he plummeted like a meteorite to the ground!

Heh. I never said I could only control humans!

Watching the figure crash from the sky, half-buried in the earth, Bobby Lyon smiled and withdrew his finger pointed at Li Ang.

Watching the figure from afar, half-buried in the earth after crashing from the sky, Bobby Lyon smiled and retracted his finger pointed at Lyon.

If I am a “lord,” then Lyon Estate is my “territory,” the Lyon family are my “subjects,” and the airspace above you is my “domain.” As long as your power doesn’t surpass mine, you have no right to fly here!

Had you not fled so unexpectedly, you’d have died the moment you flipped out of the fifth floor... Huh?

Watching Li Ang struggle, rise from the earth, and begin sprinting toward the estate’s exit, the young man’s eyes widened in shock.

Seeing Lyon, after struggling twice, crawl out of the ground and sprint toward the estate’s exit, the young man stared in shock, eyes wide.

His physical strength is barely above average. How is he alive after falling from seventeen or eighteen meters?

His physical strength was hardly stronger than an ordinary person’s; how could he possibly survive falling from a height of seventeen or eighteen meters?