Chapter 73: Violator 12470

Holding the bra in his hand, Su Xiao was startled—what made him even more speechless was that this was actually equipment.

【Silk Bra】

Origin: Magical Index, Academy City, Block 3.

Quality: White.

Category: Armor.

Durability: 11/15.

Equipment Requirement: Female-exclusive equipment.

Effect: Charm +1, Cup Size +1.

Rating: 7 (Note: White equipment ratings range from 1 to 10; those rated 10 are marked “Rare” and gain special attributes.)

Description: Cup size is charm. Believe me, it’s true.

Price: 900 Park Coins.

……

Su Xiao scratched his head; this item was of little use to him—he could only sell it inside the Lunhuileyuan .

The pale red vortex still lingered; Su Xiao began his second draw.

Learning from his last mistake, he began searching for something hard.

Soon, he touched an object—extremely hard, with a smooth texture.

With a try-it-out attitude, Su Xiao pulled out the item.

【Universal Wrench】

The Lunhuileyuan gave only four simple characters; Su Xiao held up the silver-white wrench, his face turning green.

This wasn’t even equipment—it was a common item within the Lunhuileyuan , used by its staff, worth no more than three Park Coins.

How could the Queen’s storage space contain this? Was she a staff member?

Obviously not; Su Xiao guessed another answer.

The Queen likely opened “Crimson Cards” frequently and understood this random-draw system.

In the Lunhuileyuan , no one could guarantee they’d survive their derivative world; to prepare for the worst, she filled her storage with useless items.

That way, even if she died, her enemies wouldn’t benefit.

Given the Queen’s nature, this was exactly the kind of thing she’d do.

Su Xiao sighed; he had little hope for his third draw.

With his permanent passive ability “Chief’s Soul” and the Queen’s storage filled with junk, his chances of drawing something valuable were ludicrously low.

Su Xiao randomly yanked something from the crimson vortex and stared at it.

“What the fuck…”

In Su Xiao’s hand appeared a plastic bottle.

【Pert Shampoo (Staff-Made)】

After hesitating for a long time, Su Xiao forced himself not to throw the shampoo away.

It was still a Shouhuo — Wanyi he got stranded in the wilderness during a mission, washing his hair by a river wouldn’t hurt.

After forcibly comforting himself, Su Xiao sat cross-legged on the bed, placing Zhan Long Shan across his thighs, and began meditating to ease his frustration.

Geng Silang had taught him this meditation method—it wasn’t just about calming the mind.

Recently, he’d felt that after each quiet meditation, his perception grew sharper.

For example, with the Black-and-White sniper’s attack, Su Xiao had sensed it in advance—this was no coincidence with his frequent meditation.

Su Xiao had killed many ghouls lately, yet he hadn’t fallen into a bloodlust frenzy.

Though drenched in blood, his will remained firm, utterly unaffected.

This might also be tied to his regular meditation.

Whenever he had time, he meditated for two hours before sleep—it had become a habit.

After meditation, Su Xiao felt slightly fatigued; this fatigue helped him fall asleep faster.

Night, District 4, Shinjuku.

The bright moon hung high; though District 4 was filled with skyscrapers, it was pitch black—as if humans had abandoned the area.

In truth, they had; due to the ghoul infestation, District 4 had no humans left.

“Shhh~.”

A whistle echoed; a figure in a black robe with a wide hood appeared at the outskirts of District 4, surrounded by tall wild grasses, occasional nocturnal animal cries echoing nearby.

The shadow carried a coarse linen sack—large, with something inside moving faintly.

“Ghouls’ contractors are useless, dragging down my mission speed. The CCG side has only one person? What’s going on?”

A low male voice came from beneath the hood.

Two black triangular eyes appeared under the moonlight; just looking at them, one could tell their owner was deeply malevolent.

Those eyes brimmed with negative emotions—cruelty, bitterness, and a hint of madness.

“Woo, woo~.”

The sack behind the triangular-eyed man shifted; the muffled sounds suggested a human inside.

This triangular-eyed man had come alone to the outskirts of District 4 at around 10 p.m., carrying a person in a sack.

“Be quiet, or I’ll cut out your tongue.”

The triangular-eyed man dropped the sack and kicked it hard.

A cry of pain came from inside; the person was clearly gagged.

“Here will do.”

The triangular-eyed man untied the sack; inside was a young boy.

The boy looked about seven or eight, cute in appearance, but his face was caked in grime.

On that filthy little face were two clear tear tracks; his clear eyes were red from crying.

“You’re unlucky—I couldn’t find anyone else, so you’ll have to do. But your flesh is a bit too little.”

The triangular-eyed man let out a strange chuckle, his claw-like bony fingers digging into his mouth, pulling out a sticky substance resembling chewing gum.

“Pfft!”

He spat out a jet of black saliva, then carefully divided the sticky substance into small pieces, placing them around, keeping some in his hand.

After finishing, the triangular-eyed man pulled out a palm-sized curved knife, laughing darkly.

“Woo, woo, woo~~.”

The boy grew even more terrified, struggling desperately on the ground—but his hands and feet were bound with tape, leaving him only able to writhe.

“You’re so small… how many pieces should I cut you into?”

The triangular-eyed man feigned deep thought.

“Five pieces. You’re just too tiny.”

The triangular-eyed man licked his lips, his curved knife inching toward the boy…

Under the moonlight, a brutal scene unfolded: a man in a black robe skillfully dismembered a child; though gagged, the boy emitted low, guttural roars.

Ten minutes later, the boy was reduced to a pile of shredded flesh, carelessly tossed on the ground; faint black sticky substances clung to the remains.

The triangular-eyed man hid at a distance, silently waiting.

An hour later, two red lights flashed through the night—ghoul eyes.

“A murder? Hah! Lucky day—I get to eat human flesh.”

After confirming no other anomalies, the ghoul grabbed the boy’s remains and devoured them greedily.

The triangular-eyed man sneered slightly, dissatisfied that only one ghoul had shown up.

“Boom.”

As the triangular-eyed man muttered the word, the ghoul devouring the flesh suddenly exploded.

“Boom.”

Blood mist sprayed everywhere; though it was an explosion, no fire erupted—only a shower of shredded flesh flew into the air.

The stench of blood grew stronger; soon, over a dozen ghouls arrived, all scrambling to feast on the boy’s corpse—human flesh was a rare delicacy in District 4.

The triangular-eyed man shouted “Boom” again; all the ghouls exploded simultaneously.

They all shared one trait: they had all eaten the boy’s remains.

Two hours later, the stench of blood had drawn dozens of starving ghouls to District 4’s outskirts—all lured by the boy’s scent.

“Sixty, seventy… enough.”

Hidden at a distance, the triangular-eyed man’s palm glowed with a flicker of black light.

“Boom!”

A deafening explosion erupted where the dozens of ghouls stood.

Soil and debris flew into the sky.

When the shockwave faded, two white treasure chests floated above the ground.

“Hehe~! Two white chests? Not surprising—I’m a ‘double portion.’”

The triangular-eyed man happily retrieved the chests, receiving a notification that he’d completed his “Achievement Mission.” Since entering the derivative world, he’d been ambushing ghouls in District 4; though he belonged to the ghoul faction, he had a special method to avoid losing faction contribution points for killing ghouls.

The triangular-eyed man’s cheerful expression darkened—he’d received some kind of message.

“Why does the Park keep warning me? I just get double rewards for my mission—go ahead and execute me if you dare.”

The triangular-eyed man sneered dismissively, utterly unconcerned by the Lunhuileyuan ’s warnings.

He is Su Xiao’s hunting target, Contractee No. 12470, a violator!