Chapter 85: Chapter Eighty-Five: Only Those Who Survive Are Qualified to Be

Quickly adjusting her posture, she pretended to glance casually, and Deloris caught sight of that person, wearing earphones and chattering nonstop, seemingly saying something.

However, the internet cafe was quite noisy, and the other person's voice was low, so Deloris listened carefully before barely making out a bit.

"I am here... waiting for you."

"What does this mean?" Deloris thought to herself, "Who is he waiting for, and is he really our target?"

She was also torn inside, debating whether to make a move to test him.

After agonizing for a while, before she could decide what to do, Tang Luo stood up over there.

He came here to record a video, then uploaded it to major video platforms.

The video was very simple and short—just him facing the camera, introducing his identity as "Wayne Kate," and explaining where he currently was.

He threw in a few provocations, ending with the line "I am here waiting for you."

Ordinary people watching it would surely be completely confused.

But those assassins who know about the Death Order would surely understand what's going on, and even if they worry about a trap, they would likely rush over as fast as possible.

After all, everyone knows that under the Death Order, Wayne Kate is alone facing the entire "world."

This video is most likely his final dying struggle.

Tang Luo felt this video would definitely attract attention.

But he didn't know that his presence here had already been sold out, and even without this video, his "quiet life" wouldn't last much longer.

The chair made an unpleasant scraping sound as Tang Luo grabbed the Heavenly Hound and walked outside.

Deloris saw that the other person's computer was still on, and she immediately made up her mind.

After Tang Luo's figure disappeared at the doorway, she instantly shifted her body and sat in the spot where Tang Luo had been.

On the screen was a video webpage, in the state after playback had finished.

Deloris chose to replay it.

In the video, there was that face extremely similar to the mission target.

However, the information directly implanted into their minds—that face looked very gloomy, while the face in the video carried a hint of a smile, appearing somewhat odd, as if it didn't match that face at all.

The camera shook twice, adjusting the angle.

The person in the video put on earphones, and Deloris quickly put hers on too, then heard him say: "I am Wayne Kate."

"Could it really be him?" Deloris startled in her heart.

"I know you're watching, don't be surprised, I'm right here..."

Hearing him state his location, Deloris unconsciously grabbed the armrest, her body suddenly tensing.

What does this mean?

Does the other party seem to know about our existence as gods and demons walking among men?

"You guys actually want to kill my dog?" Upon hearing this, Deloris almost jumped up.

She had always thought she had endured so many great storms and was already a very steady person.

But this time, she really wanted to let out a cry to vent her emotions.

Why?

Why would a native of this mission world know about us gods and demons walking among men on our missions?

Knowing they wanted to kill his dog, he even recorded a video to provoke them.

Deloris suddenly turned her head, looking around, but saw no trace of that "Wayne" figure.

The other party isn't here—is this not a trap?

She pressed the pause button, Deloris took a deep breath, observed her surroundings—no Wayne, and no one particularly sneaky watching her.

Everyone was doing their own things; everything in the internet cafe was normal.

Deloris shook her head, put the earphones back on, and pressed the play button.

"So whoever wants to kill my dog, they all gotta die!"

"Come on, I'm here, waiting for you!"

After Wayne said those last two lines, there was five seconds of black screen, and the video ended there.

After staring at the URL for a while, noting it down, Deloris stood up and hurriedly left the internet cafe.

The appointed time arrived.

A group of gods and demons walking among men regrouped, and aside from Deloris, everyone else looked relaxed.

Two of them had even changed into more casual clothes.

"Any gains?" Nero asked.

Everyone began describing the information they had found—basically confirming this was a world not too different from the real world.

Of course, there were no same countries, nor was it the seven continents and four oceans.

But development and productivity levels were comparable.

As for the mission, Wayne Kate and his dog related—so far, no one has found anything.

Nero didn't care either; finding the mission target is just part of the mission itself.

"What's wrong with you?" Someone noticed Deloris looked dazed, her expression off.

"I... I found our mission target." Deloris said.

"What?" Everyone exclaimed, so fast?

"Where?" Nero asked.

"At an internet cafe, he recorded a short video." Deloris said, "Very strange. I feel like he knows we're hunting him and his dog."

"Speak clearly!" Nero's voice sank.

What does it mean to know they're hunting him and his dog?

I remembered the URL, let's go take a look together. Delores said.

Instead of explaining all that messy stuff that others wouldn't believe anyway, it's better to just show them the evidence directly.

Half an hour later.

A group of god-demons walked over, looking at each other, all reacting similarly to Delores's performance.

Nero rested his chin on one hand, silent and speechless.

After a long while, he finally spoke: "It's not impossible for the people of the mission world to know of our existence."

"What?"

"Why do we say some mission worlds are complete, 'real'? Because we god-demons have descended into the same world more than once." Nero said.

A god-demon walker appearing twice in the same mission world. Also, different god-demons walkers having descended into the same mission world.

Such situations have occurred not infrequently.

In the mission world, god-demons walkers prioritize completing the mission above all else.

They won't be like in the real world, where they have to hold back.

A group of sudden appearances causing trouble, then similar people showing up and making things worse—how could they not be noticed?

But even if they knew, at most they'd only speculate about the special identity of god-demons walkers.

It's impossible for them to figure out the mission details.

"So what exactly is going on here?" someone grew impatient.

"I don't know." Nero said, "Since we can't figure it out, just complete the mission—kill him or kill his dog. Maybe he's a particularly sharp native who sensed something and needs to be erased by the gods and demons?"

Anyway, the mission isn't to figure out Wayne Kate's thoughts, just to kill him or kill his dog—why bother ourselves with worries?

God-demons walkers are restricted from proactively revealing their identity to outsiders.

But if someone unintentionally notices something special, as long as it's not a deliberate exposure, there's no issue—no "disappearance punishment" will be incurred.

Even if one's identity is known in the mission world, it actually doesn't matter.

Once the mission is completed, one can leave.

Aside from the mission, everything else is trivial.

"If he really knows our mission and set a trap?" That's what everyone's actually worried about.

Nero laughed: "A trap? I'd like to see what trap could make me step into it." His tone radiated boundless confidence and arrogance.

Nero, the demon hunter, bearer of the fate—what trap would he fear?

Besides, even if there were a trap, stepping past it would be enough.

The opposing video isn't some dark plot—it's an open scheme!

An open scheme?

The video naturally isn't an open scheme.

"You guys are this efficient? I just uploaded this a short while ago, and you're already at my door." On the rooftop where a breeze occasionally blew, Tang Luo looked at the assassin before him and asked, with several corpses lying beside him.

After posting the video, Tang Luo began waiting in ambush.

I didn't expect that in such a short time, three batches of people would come straight to the door, only to be physically enlightened by Tang Luo and sent to the Western Paradise Extreme Bliss to beg the Buddha for forgiveness.

Spiritual enlightenment, too, doesn't yield significantly more merit power than physical enlightenment.

Tang Luo also didn't deliberately try to spiritually enlighten everyone; he just fired randomly, and only those who survived were eligible for spiritual enlightenment.

This person before him is exactly that lucky survivor.

After Tang Luo spiritually enlightened him, he planned to ask a few more questions.

"Master, you don't know, but your news here actually spread out a day ago." The assassin said respectfully.

"Ha, so I recorded the video for nothing?"

"The master's video has already been noticed by many people." The assassin said, "Those fellow sinners like me are quite dissatisfied with your conduct, Master."

"Oh." Tang Luo nodded, "So, does it still have a provocative effect?"

"Yes." The assassin nodded.

"By the way, tell me the address of the chain hotel—I forgot to ask last time." Tang Luo said.

Last time referred to the friendly exchange with the homeless person this morning.

The chain hotel is naturally not just a single hotel.

In major cities worldwide, chain hotels exist, each managed by different people, with close cooperative relations among them.

Only when these hotels unite do they form a true chain hotel.

However, only when someone violates regulations and requires the chain hotel to act do those managers unite to jointly do something.

Normally, each manages independently, without interfering with one another.

The relationship with the managers does not affect the chain hotel's service.

They have always kept their personal likes and dislikes outside of "work."

Besides strength and tradition, this neutral attitude is also a key reason why chain hotels can serve as a similar "referee" role.

The enlightened assassin held nothing back, revealing the addresses of thirteen chain hotels.

Like the seats at the high platform table, but different from the representatives on the high platform table, chain hotel managers can unite at any time.

Meanwhile, the representatives of the high platform table are always engaged in open and covert struggles.

Not only do they struggle against opposing forces, but there is also internal struggle between the representatives themselves and their families behind them.

Wayne Kate was forced to kill a current representative seated at the high platform table.

Although the Absolute Kill Order claims to be "against the whole world," it doesn't mean everyone actually harbors hatred and wants to kill Wayne Kate.

For example, the representative Wayne Kate killed and the opposing forces behind him—at this moment, they are surely smiling as they watch the spectacle.

If Wayne Kate were to crash into them head-on, they certainly wouldn't mind taking action afterward to gain benefits.

Of course, there was no collision, so naturally they remained seated at the fishing platform—actually, the seats represented death, and internal family strife was precisely the perfect time to seize territory.

The benefits offered by the chain hotel attracted more freelance assassins than anything else.