Chapter 77: Take Action!

Ding-dong.

The bell at the back door of the grocery store rang.

A look of confusion appeared on Ma Di’s face; he did not remember inviting anyone else.

He walked to the back entrance and discovered a strange figure in black robes standing there.

He could be certain that he did not know the person, and had never even seen them in the small town.

Today was an important day, and he did not want to be disturbed by some inexplicable person.

"Who are you?"

The figure in black robes casually picked up a fish-shaped wood carving from the entryway and toyed with it before their eyes. "Buying things."

"My goods are not for sale to outsiders."

Ma Di felt somewhat strange; he only identified with the residents of the town, and in the past, he had always been very repulsed when seeing outsiders.

If it had been any other outsider, and they had dared to touch his merchandise with their dirty hands, he would have already chopped that hand off.

For some reason today, seeing the figure in black robes before him, not only was he not angry, but he subconsciously admired the person.

The figure in black robes: "Can't you make an exception?"

Ma Di had wanted to refuse, but inexplicably felt in his heart that the person was a good person and that he should help them, so his tone softened.

"What do you want to buy?"

"The key to the pier where you executed the postman."

"You are courting death!"

The words of the figure in black robes struck at Ma Di’s deepest secret, causing him to feel intense murderous intent in his heart, even though he greatly admired the person.

He let out a roar, attempting to use the technique he had used to kill the previous postman, to have the Divine Messenger possess him and weaken the figure in black robes.

However, after the ability was activated, his physique only grew slightly larger, an effect similar to muscle congestion after exercise; other than that, there was no change.

The figure in black robes before him showed no physical changes, clearly having not been affected at all.

Why would the Divine Messenger protect an outsider?

Ma Di could not understand.

The figure in black robes spoke in a tone that seemed to see through everything, in a slow and measured manner:

"It seems that as long as the Good-Evil Value and Favorability are high enough, the Divine Messenger’s power cannot be activated."

Ma Di’s expression became even uglier; although he did not understand what the Good-Evil Value and Favorability the figure in black robes spoke of were, he could tell from the person’s tone that they not only knew of the Divine Messenger but also knew the method to resist the Divine Messenger’s ability.

Who exactly was this person?

Why could an outsider know so much?!

Ma Di was shocked and angry, but what surprised him even more was that even though the figure in black robes had exposed so many secrets, he still felt that the person was a good person and should not be attacked.

Sorcery!

The person must be a heretic who had used sorcery on him!

"Damn guy, I don't need the power of the Divine Messenger to tear you apart with my bare hands!"

Ma Di tried his best to pretend he was angry, struggling to close in on the figure in black robes, attempting to use his absolute physical advantage to suppress the person.

But with no hostility in his heart, his punches, kicks, and movements were soft and slow; judging by his state, he was more like he was shooing the figure in black robes away rather than wanting to keep them there.

Ma Di could not bring himself to strike, but the figure in black robes could.

He raised his hand, and a silver revolver extended from beneath his robes.

Seeing the muzzle, Ma Di cursed; he wanted to dodge the muzzle, but the cramped environment of the back entryway made it exceptionally difficult for him to turn around.

Stuck in the narrow passage, he was like a fixed, living target.

Accompanied by six consecutive gunshots, Ma Di was hit in all four limbs, especially two shots to each knee, forcing him to kneel to the ground.

The figure in black robes reloaded in front of him and continued firing. This time, the bullets hit his shoulders and arms.

The figure in black robes let out an "oh," and reloaded again...

It was unknown how many shots were fired before Ma Di could no longer resist the weakness in his body and slowly lost consciousness.

The moment before he fainted, he had only one thought in his mind.

At such close range, firing dozens of shots in a row, to be able to miss the vital points every single time.

Is that Son of the Beach on the other side some kind of human-outline-tracing master?

Watching Ma Di lose consciousness due to excessive blood loss, Wu Chang put away the Silver Dawn and let out a long breath.

He wanted to capture him alive, not kill Ma Di, so he had avoided the vital points and only attacked Ma Di’s limbs and joints.

Who knew Ma Di was a legendary tank, with an absurdly thick health bar; he had emptied the magazine five times, and his limbs were almost beaten into mincemeat, before he finally managed to faint.

The situation had gone even more smoothly than he had expected; the clone condensed from the Re-forged True Self could not only inherit the attributes on his panel, but even the hidden attributes not displayed on the panel could be perfectly inherited.

For example, the Good-Evil Value hidden in the Quiet Town dungeon.

The Good-Evil Value he had accumulated on his main body by over-completing his work was successfully inherited by the True Self, making it so that Ma Di not only could not borrow the power of the Divine Messenger but even uncontrollably expressed friendliness toward the True Self.

!

It was like playing a game where you know the monster in front of you is going to attack you, but the monster’s name tag is displayed in green.

Without the power of the Divine Messenger, Ma Di was just a small elite monster in an ordinary C-rank dungeon, and his stats were far behind even Liu Wei’s.

Coupled with his unwillingness to be an enemy of the True Self, his combat power was further weakened.

The superposition of many factors caused the battle to be one-sided.

[Lock Ma Di up, keep him from working, and see if he goes crazy!]

The battle was over; it was time to fulfill the previous postman’s blood-stained last words, which were full of dark humor.

Ma Di ran a grocery store, and the benefit of a grocery store was that no matter what you needed, you could find a suitable substitute.

To be safe, he found several bundles of hemp rope from the store and bound Ma Di layer by layer.

Then he entered the storage room inside the grocery store, lifted a floorboard to reveal the passage leading underground, and dragged Ma Di into it.

Beneath the storage room was a makeshift dungeon.

The dungeon was only twenty or thirty square meters, with four or five dog-cage-like iron cages in the corners, piled with white bones whose flesh had not yet fully rotted away.

This "buffet restaurant" for rats and maggots emitted a terrible, "indescribable" odor; that smell settled and fermented in the unventilated underground, and just half a breath of it almost sent Wu Chang away.

This dog of a thing was truly unhygienic.

Iron hooks and torture racks were fixed to the ceiling and walls of the dungeon, and the huge iron tables and chairs were covered with various torture instruments, each stained with blackened blood.

This dungeon was discovered by Wu Chang when he was scouting with his spirit body earlier; it must have been Ma Di’s private "playroom."

The skillful technique Ma Di used when executing the previous postman must have been practiced here.

Thanks to Ma Di’s special hobby, he didn't have to worry about a place to imprison Ma Di.

He threw Ma Di into an iron cage, and sensing the scent of fresh flesh, the rats and maggots among the bones began to stir.

Wu Chang looked at the iron cage with disgust; you dog of a thing, you didn't clean up, now that the guest has become you, you'll know the importance of the environment.

Because the information Ma Di gave was so accurate, the process of taking action did not attract the attention of any townspeople.

After cleaning up the blood at the entryway, Wu Chang positioned the True Self around the grocery store to prevent Ma Di from breaking free and escaping the dungeon, and so that if other townspeople discovered the abnormality at the grocery store, he could transfer Ma Di in time.

Although he was very curious about the information regarding the Divine Messenger, the interrogation of Ma Di had to be postponed.

He returned to the post office, changed into formal clothes, and headed straight for the mayor’s house with his letter of introduction.

Today was the day he entered the Town Council, and judging by what Mo Leina said, there was a grand event waiting for him in the evening.

(End of chapter)