Chapter 38: The Fanged Demon Butcher

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The moment they saw Qin Hao, everyone gasped in disbelief.

Qin Hao had been gone for less than half an hour. He’d said he was going to hunt alien creatures, but no one expected him to do it in such a way. Wasn’t this just courting death?

Now, surely every monster in the city had seen the fireworks.

Indeed, beneath the projection of the All Sects’ Eye, countless Fang Demons, Serpent Fiends, and even the hulking Poison Spider Demons began to surge from every street, flooding to the base of the Pearl Tower with shrill howls.

Atop the Pearl Tower, Qin Hao gazed down at the growing tide of Fang Demons, his mind recalling the abilities Zi Hui had demonstrated today.

Those were all combat techniques purchased from the shop, and Qin Hao himself had mastered many such skills.

It was time to put some of them to use.

He drew out a massive slab of steel and slammed it to the ground; with a twist of his will, the metal writhed and reshaped itself, gradually forming into a series of razor-sharp longswords.

Combining the metallic elements as he pleased, matching each with the most fitting materials, he forged these swords to achieve both strength and flexibility, their edges deadly keen.

One after another, the swords appeared: from one, to ten, ultimately totaling twelve.

The dozen swords circled behind Qin Hao like a peacock fanning its tail, majestic and imposing.

With a leap, Qin Hao jumped from the Pearl Tower.

All those watching the projection from the All Sects’ Eye cried out in shock.

But Qin Hao did not fall; with a flick of his wrist, an iron cable unfurled, wrapping securely around the tower, allowing him to descend safely and with ease.

With a resounding thud, Qin Hao landed.

By now, the Fang Demons and Serpent Fiends, like sharks scenting blood, came charging straight at him.

In the blink of an eye, over a hundred swarmed toward him.

“Go!” Qin Hao’s mental tendrils seized the twelve swords, holding them parallel to the ground, forming a blossom around him. The blades began to rotate outward, moving side to side, slashing through the horde. Every Fang Demon that drew near lost its head in an instant.

In just one sweep, over twenty Fang Demons fell, decapitated.

Yet the alien monsters, heedless of their comrades’ demise, pressed ever forward.

A heroic aura radiated from Qin Hao, a fatal temptation to the Fang Demons.

But as they surged, Qin Hao remained unmoved, the twelve swords spinning and slicing ceaselessly.

Soon, the base of the Pearl Tower was awash in blood, mountains of Fang Demon corpses piling ever higher.

In a matter of moments, a hundred Fang Demons had perished by Qin Hao’s hand.

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Soon, the body count reached two hundred, three hundred, five hundred, a thousand.

And only twenty minutes had passed.

On average, fifty Fang Demons died each minute—as if these creatures were made of paper.

Those inside the Sky Dome Building could scarcely believe their eyes.

The Fang Demons, which had posed a dire threat to them and required evolved humans to resist—creatures whose attacks had led to countless close calls—were now being slaughtered en masse by Qin Hao.

Was there truly such a vast gulf between one person and another?

Earlier, when Qin Hao had offered guidance, some survivors from the supermarket had dismissed him as a charlatan. Now, seeing this, they wished they could slap themselves for ever doubting him.

This—this was true strength.

At that moment, torrents of mental energy surged forth, crystallizing into Hero Points that flowed to Qin Hao.

He paid them no mind, assuming it was just the onlookers appreciating his battle; his focus remained on the hunt.

After four hours, the number of Fang Demons Qin Hao had slain reached ten thousand.

Even the Serpent Fiends numbered four hundred, and three Poison Spider Demons had fallen.

For context, the city’s total population of Fang Demons was two hundred thousand, with two thousand Serpent Fiends, and just twenty Poison Spider Demons.

Qin Hao alone had wiped out one twentieth of the Fang Demons, one fifth of the Serpent Fiends, and one sixth of the Poison Spider Demons.

It was a staggering achievement.

When the ten thousandth Fang Demon died by his hand, a crimson beam of light appeared in the void.

The light shot toward Qin Hao, impossibly fast.

He did not evade, letting it strike him; instantly, he felt himself locked onto by a malevolent gaze.

Yet he remained calm.

At that moment, the Hero System issued a new prompt.

“Ding! Congratulations, you have earned the title [Fang Demon Butcher]. Having slain 10,000 Fang Demons, you have now been targeted by the Claw Civilization. In your current area, the number of Fang Demons will dramatically decrease, while stronger creatures will emerge.”

“Ding! The Peace Alliance will shield your presence from detection. You may freely activate or deactivate your title at will.”

A white light from the Hero System entered Qin Hao’s body, suppressing the curse of the Claw Civilization’s targeting.

But Qin Hao had no use for it.

He activated the [Fang Demon Butcher] title. Instantly, a blood-red aura swept outward, and within a hundred meters, Fang Demons scattered in terror—though the Serpent Fiends’ eyes only grew more bloodthirsty as they prepared to attack.

Just then, a spatial black hole suddenly appeared in the sky.

It was midnight.

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This was the time when the alien invaders would release a new wave of monsters.

And the black hole appeared directly above Qin Hao’s head.

After all, this was the site of the city’s greatest beast slaughter.

A savage, eager grin curled Qin Hao’s lips.

He opened his spatial ring and stored away the mountain of monster corpses before him. Then, he produced sheets of steel, laying them out on the ground.

Each steel plate bristled with meter-long, razor-sharp spikes, spreading to cover the ground. The outer sheets rose up, forming a giant cauldron shape.

From the black hole, the first beast fell.

It was a Serpent Fiend.

The massive creature twisted in the air, landing squarely in Qin Hao’s trap.

With a sickening squelch, its body was impaled; it thrashed, but only tore its flesh further, unable to crawl free.

More Serpent Fiends poured from the black hole, as if noodles being dropped into a pot, while the cook—Qin Hao—tossed the ingredients, killing to his heart’s content.

One after another, Serpent Fiends tumbled down. There were no more lesser Fang Demons now, only the more formidable Serpent Fiends—yet even they lasted less than a minute.

Blood flooded the great cauldron, and Qin Hao’s mental tendrils gathered up the torrent, absorbing it into himself.

He drew the Serpent Fiend genes into his body, layering them onto his own.

The blood of a thousand Serpent Fiends.

Two thousand.

Three thousand.

At last, as the Serpent Fiend blood endlessly broke down and recombined within him, a brilliant starlit radiance appeared in Qin Hao’s genetic code.

It was the radiance of divinity.

The divine gene of the Serpent Fiend was finally Qin Hao’s.

“It was worth every effort.”

Power surged through Qin Hao’s body, his strength soaring.