When the plot-skips players into the game world

Two jet-black arrows, sharp like thorns, struck Aiwass in the left and right chest respectively.

The third arrow directly severed one of Aiwass's antlers, hidden by illusion techniques, piercing perfectly through his forehead.

The arrowhead exited through the back of the skull, while the arrow shaft remained lodged inside. Either way, this was clearly a fatal wound...

It was only after this that time resumed its normal flow.

The carriage continued forward, the coachman in front oblivious to Aiwass having been assassinated. The three arrows piercing Aiwass were completely silent, leaving only finger-sized holes on the carriage, which didn't even vibrate.

That was an "instantaneous" assassination.

From sensing the crisis to the third arrow hitting, only five percent of a second had passed.

He didn't even know where the attacker had launched the ambush from, and the mortal wound had already been inflicted.

The arrows seemed to possess some special power, sealing extraordinary power upon contact with the body.

Generally, high-level Transcendents are entirely immune to the physical impacts of arrows or bullets; it would at least require heavy artillery to deal some damage.

Yet these special arrows easily breached this defense, completely suppressing Aiwass the moment they hit, rendering him unable to use extraordinary abilities — whether it's healing ability, manifesting Don Quixote's shield, or summoning another Great Sin Beast — all were sealed. The mana within him rapidly burned, continuously wreaking havoc on his body.

If it was an ordinary person... even a Fifth Power Level Transcendent should have been heavily wounded by such a strike.

But at this moment...

Aiwass, with a matte, thistle-like black arrow embedded in his head, turned in shock to look at the Lord of Scalefeather.

He did not die.

Not even feeling any pain.

On the contrary... he felt intense, intoxicating pleasure.

Aiwass finally realized why the Lord of Scalefeather had been watching the spectacle with amusement all along, without any urgency.

The reason was simple—

"This is the most valuable divine artifact of the Hawkeye Organization, a set of only nine Godslayer Arrows. A crossbow bolt capable of assassinating the Eternal Pope... but the moment he chose to use this crossbow, he was already destined for failure."

The Lord of Scalefeather said leisurely: "Because these arrows are crafted from refined and concentrated Sin Thorns. Sin Thorns cannot accept any extraordinary abilities from the Source River, but without extraordinary power, one cannot refine them. Thus, it's only by a Fourth Level 'Magus Craftsman' sacrificing their own ability and soul that these arrows can be forged.

"One life for one arrow. The Power of Nihility contained in Sin Thorns certainly poses a threat even to gods... after all, even Pillar Gods could potentially be infected by nihility. But uniquely for you, it has no effect at all.

"In the past, his granddaughter proudly wielded shadows, only to die by your Shadow Demon's hand; now, he prides himself on wielding this Sin Thorn crossbow... this is precisely a {destiny} cycle, isn't it?"

"—There's absolutely no need for me here, Aiwass. Your life is far tougher than you imagine; you must have more confidence. If you couldn't endure, why would I have brought you here to this world?

"Now, transform into the Sin Beast... and finish him."

There was not even a need for the Lord of Scalefeather's words.

Under the catalysis of Sin Thorn power, Aiwass's body had already begun uncontrollably transforming.

The Sin Thorn Arrow ingested into his body began to melt drip by drip. Like chocolate being scorched by a blow torch, it gradually dripped into Aiwass's brain.

The mana that burned due to Sin Thorn, in turn, replenished rapidly by several-fold, even restoring to an overflowing degree.

The concentrated Sin Thorns rapidly accelerated Aiwass's transformation rate, breaking through 60% in the blink of an eye, and still increasing!