Although O'Connor knew something was amiss the moment Fang Senyan lunged, he was, after all, a Class C contractor whose agility and stamina were quickly depleted. His reaction time couldn't possibly compare to someone specialized in agility. Thus, he had barely taken half a step when a numbness shot up his leg, and he was shot. (Mobile Access: )

In the perilous environment of the Nightmare Space, almost everyone kept a life-saving measure in reserve. O'Connor was no exception. Without panic, he swung his staff, and a transparent barrier, resembling glass, materialized around him, making it look as if he were encased in a hexagonal glass room.

This was O'Connor's innate gear ability: Prismatic Hexa-Shield! It could effectively reduce any incoming damage for a sustained period!

When Das’s gun roared again, the bullets still flew fiercely, but they merely scraped sparks off the transparent barrier. By the time they reached O'Connor, their killing power was drastically weakened. At this moment, the blazing fireball O'Connor had launched had already plunged into the room on the second floor, detonating with a deafening explosion! Debris rained down in all directions, burning fiercely—its destructive power seemed comparable to that of a napalm bomb!

“The power of this Fireball spell…” Fang Senyan’s pupils contracted. For the first time, he gained a clear understanding of the magic in this world! As things stood, any powerful contractor he encountered, once their abilities were unleashed, possessed terrifying area-of-effect damage!

Witnessing this scene, the black-clad Oran’s eyes turned bloodshot. Letting the three gray wolves simultaneously pounce on him and tear at him furiously, a dark radiance suddenly appeared in his hands. That light churned and boiled like water on a furious boil. Despite the clear, bright day, it exuded a chilling and terrifying coldness.

Then, the black-clad Oran remained silent, seemingly enduring immense pain. He knelt down halfway and drove this dark light into the ground. Simultaneously, a series of eerily strange bell chimes echoed in the air:

“Come forth, Touch of Sadako Yamamura!”

O'Connor was clearly less than half a step away from tucking himself into the dead corner of the room, but the ground beneath him suddenly darkened, and a pale, skeletal hand shot out, instantly gripping his ankle! O'Connor seemed frozen in time, his look of smug satisfaction and contempt perfectly preserved on his face.

Ability: Grasp of Sadako Yamamura. Source: The Ring (Ringu) Acquisition: Fang Senyan Prerequisite: Consumes 33% of the caster's current Vitality. Casting Material: A single strand of hair from a female corpse thirty-six hours after death (obtainable in any world). Effect: Summons an arm of Sadako Yamamura to touch the target, inducing paralysis for a maximum duration of 15 seconds. {First published by Hand-Typing Bar} The target has a 30% chance of breaking free from paralysis upon taking the first instance of damage during this period, a 60% chance upon the second attack, and a 60% chance to break free from paralysis with every subsequent instance of damage received.

Das would naturally not let such a golden opportunity slip by, being the cold and calculating marksman that he was. He did not rush to attack O'Connor but began meticulously reloading his rifle.

One round. Another round. Slowly, calmly chambering the rounds of his Mauser rifle.

Then, he even took the time to blow down the barrel.

Only then did he begin to aim.

Fire!

Das’s eyes narrowed slightly, his finger flexing gently. The recoil from the rifle stock slammed against his shoulder, and a scorching bullet burst from the muzzle.

Immediately afterward, he activated his ability: Load. Triple Shot!

The essence of deploying this ability was using his own mental power to propel the bullets in the magazine forward, thus not resetting the firing interval of the weapon itself.

After the Load. Triple Shot sequence was completed, the rifle's natural firing delay had already elapsed by nearly three seconds.

This meant that if the target’s agility was not high, it was equivalent to Das taking five shots at the target in one concentrated aim. For Das, this was currently his most powerful burst technique; he had once unleashed over seven hundred points of cumulative damage using this sequence while hunting a mountain fiend! Under the protection of the Contractor rules and the Prismatic Hexa-Shield, O'Connor now faced a deadly threat!

Five lethal rounds flew toward him. The first three struck the Prismatic Hexa-Shield consecutively, completely shattering it, dispersing like ice dissolving into water.

The final two bullets burst into two gruesome blossoms of blood upon O'Connor’s heart and brow.

O'Connor, having already been shot once and possessing less than full Vitality, was instantly finished off by these two shots! Amidst the tragic spray of gore, a blood-red key shimmering with a faint light floated out, capturing everyone's attention.

Just then, Fang Senyan had taken a swig of strong vodka to recover some Vitality and burst out again, still wielding the door panel. Although the panel offered no real defense, it served to obscure vision, greatly reducing the chance of a critical hit. Fang Senyan chose the timing perfectly: during Das’s firing interval. Moreover, the residual heat from O'Connor’s earlier fireball was still lingering, with flames raging fiercely in the opposite room, sending a wave of heat rolling toward him. He was confident that those on the other side would be too preoccupied to notice his presence.

By the time Das’s firing sequence ended, Fang Senyan had slipped into his firing blind spot. Though the Banks Syndicate members on the ruins now held the overall advantage, they noticed the movement here and their eyes widened in fury. Two or three immediately abandoned all else and rushed back to reinforce.

The remaining members of the Confraternity seized the chance to catch their breath and unleashed a furious barrage of suppressive fire behind the enemy. Even more Banks Syndicate members noticed the fire behind them and screamed hoarsely, urging Das and the man with gold-rimmed glasses, Finley, to retreat and help. However, the reaction from both was surprisingly indifferent. For Das, he was inherently a lone wolf; the death or survival of a few more Banks Syndicate thugs meant nothing to him. Finley, the man with gold-rimmed glasses, naturally harbored even more malicious thoughts—the fewer obstacles, the more room there was to highlight his own importance and future potential.

So, when Fang Senyan reached the entrance of the Banks Syndicate’s temporary infirmary, the closest reinforcement member from the Banks Syndicate was still dozens of meters away. Fang Senyan met the man’s malicious and expectant glare with a very calm pause, then merely shrugged. Ignoring the stairs, he jumped up, grasped the second-floor eaves, and vaulted directly onto the ledge.

The pursuing Banks Syndicate member’s face immediately stiffened, becoming rigid, even carrying a trace of frantic despair. At that moment, a triple shot swept in from behind him, tearing him down to the ground. This burst actually came from Morganza, who was engaged in a fierce struggle with the enemy far away! Although Morganza was simultaneously slashed two or three times and was covered in blood, looking utterly battered with a perilous situation worsening, there was no doubt that he had eliminated Fang Senyan’s rear concerns!

Fang Senyan sneered. The Banks Syndicate’s ambush was clearly well-planned, meaning they must have designated this hastily constructed logistics base as a key target in their overall scheme. How could it possibly lack any defensive measures? Therefore, he naturally chose the unconventional route—winding around to enter via the window—thereby bypassing the various traps the Banks Syndicate had set in advance.

Upon reaching the second floor, Fang Senyan immediately smashed the door in front of him with a single punch and charged into the corridor. He spotted Fante, still partially engulfed in flames, arduously supporting the Class C contractor as they retreated backward. The heavily wounded Stander was already burned to a cinder, clearly dead on the spot. It made sense that O'Connor had also dropped a blood-red key; he must have just acquired Kill Points from eliminating Stander.

“You?” Fante looked at Fang Senyan, his eyes a mixture of contempt and anger. He sneered, “I should have killed you last time. I didn’t expect you to come running back to court death?”

Fang Senyan forced a harsh grin, the blood clearly visible on his stark white teeth! With a flick of his wrist, he drew his dark, heavy axe and brought it down directly toward them! By now, he could clearly see that the cloak worn by the supporting contractor had probably been ripped off when it caught fire, revealing her true form: a slender-waisted, fair-skinned, and visibly frail, exquisitely beautiful Western woman. Thus, Fang Senyan shamelessly aimed his axe not at Fante beside her, but at the woman’s neck!

“Despicable!” Fante roared. He suddenly gripped his greatsword with one hand and swept it horizontally toward Fang Senyan’s waist, intending to force Fang Senyan to halt his attack by trading wounds. Who knew that Fang Senyan had already planned to take the hit to test his attack power? He actually gave Fante a carefree smile, then accelerated the axe swing downward!

With a sudden spray of blood, the female Class C contractor let out a miserable cry. Her magical robe seemed to offer very little defense; Fang Senyan’s axe cleaved a long gash in it, revealing her fair skin against the torn fabric and pooling blood, creating an indescribably brutal aesthetic reminiscent of crushing delicate flower petals. Fante immediately roared, as if Fang Senyan’s axe had struck him and dealt ten times the damage.

Struck by Fante’s sword, Fang Senyan was knocked back a few steps, but the blow hadn't been crushing. The actual damage from the strike was only twenty-seven points, even lower than Fang Senyan had anticipated. Ignoring the damage entirely, Fang Senyan laughed loudly and recklessly swung his axe down again, aiming for the head!

Of course, Fang Senyan’s target remained the same: the female Class C contractor!

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