Chapter 46: Another Semi-Divine Artifact? When Fear Arrives!

Another semi-divine artifact? When Fear Arrives!

Yun Ni nodded, extended her finger, and tapped the spot Cheng Shi had pointed to.

Then...

In a flash, before anyone could react, she had straightened up.

And nothing happened to Wei Guan.

“?”

Is that it?

Did it go in?

Isn’t that a bit too fast?

Several players were stunned by Yun Ni’s speed; they were still confirming whether she had actually penetrated him, since Wei Guan’s corpse showed no reaction at all.

Only Cheng Shi smiled, guessing what Yun Ni had done.

In an extremely short time, she had turned her finger into a thin thread and pierced it into Wei Guan’s heart.

The Assassin’s ability to flatten her body was stronger than I thought.

It seems the dagger might have been nothing but her disguise.

When it comes to killing, nothing is more convenient than having your entire body become a weapon.

But the corpse showed no reaction—that was somewhat abnormal.

A dead person’s heart stops beating, so no blood spurts out, but no spurting doesn’t mean no bleeding; when external force ruptures an organ wall, dark red blood must seep out.

Fang Jue seemed to notice this too, uncertainly said:

“Is there something wrong with the heart?”

Smart!

Cheng Shi nodded, pulled out a scalpel from his personal space, and began the autopsy with practiced ease.

Within seconds, Wei Guan’s thoracic cavity was dismantled by a pair of deft hands moving up and down.

Everyone gathered around and saw that his chest cavity was full of flesh and blood—but missing one thing.

“The heart... vanished???”

Du Qiyu stared in shock at the spot where the heart had disappeared, frowning deeply, as if thoughts were forming in his mind.

Cheng Shi, however, nodded and explained:

“By touch, I could sense the direction and pressure gradients of internal muscles and fascia; when I felt his chest, I noticed the pressure at Wei Guan’s heart was far lower than in a normal corpse.

Now you’ve seen it—his heart has been stolen.”

“Stolen? That doesn’t sound like stealing. For a body part to vanish outright—doesn’t that resemble the method of [Annihilation]?”

The moment Fang Jue finished speaking, everyone turned to look at Yun Ni.

Yun Ni blinked in surprise, then shrugged indifferently.

Her attitude made it clear: not her doing.

Everyone naturally knew it wasn’t her—they were merely asking whether [Annihilation] had any similar techniques.

Even Cheng Shi silently wondered if he had overlooked an [Annihilation] killer.

But just then, as Yun Ni frowned in thought, Du Qiyu suddenly stood up and solemnly drew a circle in front of himself.

A golden glow formed a ring; through it, the scene across was no longer the current street—but a... library!

The ring seemed to pierce through time and space, one side the present, the other the past.

The visual effect was profoundly striking.

“Borrow the book of that time.

Let me flip through it—I recall there was a divine artifact similar to this.”

Du Qiyu reached his hand through the ring and swiftly searched the shelves; soon, he found a book and pulled its shadow into reality.

The paper, like light and shadow, flipped rapidly beneath his fingertips; within a few breaths, he had his answer.

“Found it!

I knew this death felt familiar: terrified expression, heart vanished.

[When Fear Arrives], SSS-tier semi-divine dagger, from the subterranean kingdom of Garuda, a relic tainted with the dual divinity of [Defilement] and [Death].

This dagger does not need to pierce the body—it only needs to select a target and wait; when that unfortunate soul feels fear, his heart is stripped away and offered to [Death].

Death comes without a sound.

You’re right—it does resemble a curse, but it’s far harder to guard against.”

No sooner had he finished than every face darkened.

A semi-divine artifact!

Another semi-divine artifact.

Before a weapon of this rank, 2400 and 1400 are no different—they’re all lambs awaiting slaughter.

“You never remembered this despite how similar the deaths are? You’re supposed to be His devotee.”

Yun Ni looked at Du Qiyu with disdain, as if doubting whether he was even a devotee of [Memory].

Du Qiyu’s expression didn’t change; he adjusted his glasses and said:

“Precisely because I am His devotee, I don’t need memory.”

He tossed the book of light and shadow back into the open memory, and the golden ring vanished instantly into the air.

Cheng Shi listened, his gaze toward Du Qiyu heavy with meaning.

Du Qiyu was lying.

He didn’t not need memory.

Perhaps he had already lost the right to possess his own memories.

It is said His devotees trade their memories for additional power.

What talent had Du Qiyu exchanged his memory for?

Fang Jue was a man who got things done; he didn’t join the idle chatter, his face grim as he stated his deduction:

“The killer is in the inn.”

Correct! The killer is in the inn.

This dagger is strange, but it still has one prerequisite: it must select a target in advance.

Given Wei Guan’s skill—or his hunter’s alertness—he wouldn’t have failed to notice someone lurking in the night, nor failed to detect someone tailing him after leaving.

So there’s only one possibility: he was marked before leaving the inn!

The good news is the two of you’s baiting worked.

The bad news is you baited too hard—one actor is dead.

But having a direction is better than wandering blindly; at least the killer is now confined to the inn.

“There’s another question...”

Cheng Shi frowned and added:

“Have you ever considered what could make someone like Wei Guan feel fear?”

Undoubtedly, the moment the weapon was identified, the murder method was confirmed.

The killer only needs to hide in the shadows and mark the target; the rest...

Is left to the victim himself.

All the superstitions—phantom sounds, shadows mistaken for snakes—are like this.

Once the fear of death spreads quietly through an area, lone travelers in the night become paranoid.

At that point, the killer doesn’t need to do anything else—a sound on a silent street, a breeze beneath a clouded moon—could be the final straw that kills the victim.

But Wei Guan was different.

He was a devotee of [Foolishness], enemy to all folly!

This kind of trick would mean nothing to him.

The closer one draws to truth, the more one sheds human emotion.

Could he truly feel fear?

The answer is yes.

His death is the best proof.

But the question is: what fear could kill a devotee of [Foolishness]?

Can any of us be certain we won’t fear it?

Cheng Shi had no confidence.

Neither did anyone else.

Of course, right now, there was an even more urgent question before them.

That was:

Should we return to the inn tonight?