They all call me Great Master

The crisp sound echoed within the mind of the betrayer.

The precarious situation the betrayer had desperately maintained completely collapsed at that moment, as their already agitated spirituality boiled over instantaneously.

In just an instant, the betrayer's flesh swelled several times over.

The originally hunched body, at this moment, became tall and...

Distorted!

Muscles that completely defied common understanding grew in rhombic shapes, with the opponent's hunched back accumulating eighty percent of the body's flesh, making the entire 'person' appear incredibly slender, like they were carrying a giant shell.

A shell formed of tumors.

Huffing, huffing!

Disheveled hair hung down, and heavy panting sounds rose from the mouth of the betrayer, mixed with mumbled, indistinct words.
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"Kill you! Kill you!"

The voice was no longer solely Melvil's; it also contained a hint of a woman's voice, and it sounded like a mechanical synthesis.

This voice was extremely sharp, like fingernails scraping across a chalkboard, or like the sound of styrofoam being forcefully rubbed against the ground.

Arthur winced upon hearing it.

The attackers on the cliff, on the other hand, were covering their ears, one by one tumbling down from the cliffs surrounding the manor.

No different from the first group of attackers.

All were blurred flesh and bone, smashed to pieces.

However, the pure Sound of Death brought pleasure to the distorted betrayer, who emitted continuous haha laughter from his mouth.

Then, the corpses visibly withered away at a rapid pace.

"That's right! That's right!

Death! Death!

Death is the ultimate destination!"

The distorted betrayer expanded again.

However, this time's expansion was different from before.

Only the tumors on his back swelled, while the slender body remained unchanged, becoming even more delicate. If before one could describe it as a long and gaunt figure,

Now, it was merely skin and bones.

Even the bones were being sucked dry by the tumors on the back.

But the distorted betrayer seemed utterly oblivious.

It...

No, it glared at Arthur, eyes still filled with ferocity.

But Arthur remained unmoved.

Feeling the rich Aura of Death, Arthur's heart was completely calm and composed, even if the Aura of Death contained within the flesh lump was ten times higher than outside.

He, Arthur, faced 'Death'...

As nothing more than a slight breeze.

Insignificant.

Conversely, Arthur continuously expended his own Death Qi, forming one Minor Curse Technique after another to enhance the distorted betrayer before him.

The recent experiment had informed Arthur that the Minor Curse Technique was effective.

While it had limited use against a Mystic Side Person with spirituality, continuous layering would bring delightful surprises.

Quantity change will eventually lead to a qualitative change!

Of course, constantly casting the Minor Curse Technique was one aspect.

What's more important was that Arthur wanted to know what it was like when Death Qi went into a rampage in an indiscriminate state of Calamity.

For someone like Arthur, any power must be precisely controlled in his own hands, even a rampage state must have accurate data.

And the consequence of doing so was—

"Ah! Ah! Ah!

Why am I becoming distorted?

How could I possibly become distorted?"

The distorted betrayer, who was originally enjoying the transformation, suddenly became lucid and felt the flesh lump on his back, beginning to shout loudly.

But immediately, that disbelieving shout turned into murmurs of enjoyment.

"Yes! Yes!

It's just like this!

Everything is for the embrace of 'Death'!

I...

Don't want this!"

The murmurs of enjoyment were once again interrupted, and the voice of the distorted betrayer sounded once more, screeching and echoing in the square of Yumir Manor.

The distorted betrayer lowered his head to look at Arthur, eyes full of pleading.

"Save me!"

"I am willing to be your dog!"

"Please, save me!"

Faced with the distorted betrayer's plea, the young 'Spirit Medium' remained entirely indifferent, countering with two more casts of the [Minor Curse Technique].

Arthur would never believe a spy's words.

Just like he wouldn't believe the sob story a lady on the third floor told of a gambling father, a sick mother, and a brother needing to go to school, claiming she was new to the work and not yet skilled.

Indeed, to some extent, the former was even less reliable than the latter.

The latter at least had some professional ethics; they even knew to use protection.

The former?

They were utterly unpredictable.

In fact, that was the case——

"I'll kill you!"

"If I die, you won't live either!"

"Do you have any idea what you will be facing?"

The distorted betrayer threatened Arthur.

Clearly, the [Minor Curse Technique] was taking effect, starting to hinder the betrayer's distortion process, but it also made Arthur sure that there was something inside that lump of flesh, and, seemingly unified, the betrayer now completely prioritized whatever was inside that lump.

Otherwise, at this point, what should have been affected by the [Minor Curse Technique] was the thing inside the lump, not the increasingly lucid distorted betrayer.

To prove his hypothesis, Arthur increased the output of his [Minor Curse Technique].

Instantly, the distorted betrayer changed.

The distorted betrayer again became dazed, clearly affected by the [Minor Curse Technique], which had gained the upper hand.

And after Arthur unleashed another [Minor Curse Technique], the adversary regained clarity once again.

After several back and forths, Arthur confirmed his speculation.

Just then, the distorted betrayer regained consciousness again.

This time, the distorted betrayer finally realized—

"You're experimenting on me?!"

"You cold-blooded monster!"

The distorted betrayer roared.

Then, flipping its hands, it grabbed the lump of flesh on its back and started tearing at it violently.

Clearly, at this moment, the distorted betrayer still hoped to survive.

However, as Arthur cast another [Minor Curse Technique], the adversary, now dazed, had its head crushed by a claw that emerged from the lump of flesh.

Snap!

A crisp sound, but there was no splattering of brain matter.

The shattered head of the distorted betrayer was absorbed by the being inside the lump of flesh, and then its torso and limbs followed.

When everything had been absorbed, the lump of flesh bloomed like a lotus.

And then—

A humanoid creature with a ferocious face, whose limbs had been replaced by sharp claws, appeared there!

But...

There was no overpowering aura.

No cataclysmic backdrop either.

It staggered forward, its human-like face sickly, its eyes revealing an unprecedented exhaustion.

Even its sharp claws seemed dull and lackluster.

Overall, it looked like a programmer who, after a month of overtime, had their bonus withheld.

What happened?

Why did I become like this?

The 'Bizarre' was completely puzzled in its heart.

And at that moment, a hint of pitying sound reached its ears—

"You have finally arrived."

Subconsciously, the 'Bizarre' followed the sound with its gaze.

It saw the young 'Spirit Medium'.

The recently cleared of [Death Qi] young 'Spirit Medium'.

But the instant it saw the young 'Spirit Medium,' the 'Bizarre' shuddered all over.

It screamed—

"You!"