A week later.

Zhong Shenxiu and Zola together welcomed Morey Pavilion back to the team.

"Captain!"

Morey Pavilion had grown a bit more formidable in demeanor than before, but it was only upon seeing Zola that he showed a genuinely happy smile.

"Very good."

Zola sized him up and down and, noticing that Morey Pavilion's eyes were a bit bloodshot but otherwise unchanged, nodded in approval.

"Congratulations on becoming a Demon Hunter! Although... many people think that's not something to be congratulated for."

"Ha-ha, kid, I have high hopes for you. If you ever find yourself unable to stay on the outside, the Special Ability Department will always open its doors to you."

Dixie also came out to see him off, clapping Morey Pavilion on the shoulder.

"Mm, I will definitely remember that," Morey Pavilion said, his expression as usual, the slight oddity from before long concealed.

'After all, he's an old man reborn, his ability to contain his emotions should still be there, but that... that was murderous intent buried deep...'

Zhong Shenxiu stood by, watching with a hint of amusement.

Because Morey Pavilion probably had a warm smile on the surface, but who knows, he might have already planned out how to assassinate Dixie.

For a 'dead man,' naturally, that would seem much more relaxed.

"This time participating in the Demon Hunter training must have been tough on you. I'm giving you two days off, take some good rest."

The trio returned to the training grounds, and Zola spoke with heartfelt consideration.

She also wanted to give herself a break.

After all, having been in the same room with so many pollutants for so long, she needed to relax her spirit to fend off any potential influences.

"Thank you, Captain."

Morey Pavilion turned away joyously, his eyes suddenly filled with a surge of bloodshot threads.

Leveraging his newly acquired ability, his vision had improved greatly, allowing him to closely observe the microscopic particles in the air.

Every movement in his field of vision seemed to slow down significantly.

'Once I get familiar with this power, I can go assassinate Dixie... As soon as Dixie dies, Mengde will be safe. Once he ascends to the top ranks, he can effectively suppress Councilman Larry...'

'Dixie is a lower-tier affiliate level Demon Hunter, much more powerful than myself, but the difference between humans and monsters is the use of tools... With the right firearm for an assassination, I am confident I can take him down...'

'Mm... I remember there's actually a black market in Sky City.'

...

Morey Pavilion secretly formulated his plan while also considering the issue of Gorosa's Eye: "It must be in the deepest part of District 6, guarded tightly in a laboratory... I need to continue solidifying my previous connections and strive to send Li Wei underground through Isabella... I can't appear too eager, or rather, due to the shortage of personnel, he'll eventually be transferred there, I just need to silently maintain this friendship..."

As for the ritual and steps to devour the eyeball, the knowledge was already in his memory, precious information from his previous life's adventures.

However, there were missing links in the chain, like the 'Eyeless Dragon.'

This monster resembled a mutated large lizard, but lacked eyes as an organ.

Or rather, its 'eyes' were on its spirit and did not have physical flesh and blood, which were also the monster's only weak point.

Any Demon Hunter who faced off against the 'Eyeless Dragon' would be deprived of their sight, turned blind.

More crucially, Morey Pavilion had not walked this path in his past life, and the formula in his memory was incomplete.

Information about how to contain and digest the 'Eyeless Dragon' could only be found in Sky City.

"The latter part of the 'Original Text' is the real secret to salvation..."

Morey Pavilion suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if struck by lightning.

He suddenly thought of a question, why was the collection in "The Original Testament" so detailed?

Every monster was named, even those rare enough to be one of a kind, or the divine monstrosities that hadn't been born at the time were all given corresponding names and digestion rituals!

"In legends, those saviors possessed prophetic abilities like Prophets... but, could there be another possibility? I am not the only one who has been reincarnated!"

"Since I can be reborn, why can't others?"

"Is it possible that they failed time and again, and through constant failures, they groped their way to "The Original Testament"? And ultimately, chose to reveal it in a certain reincarnation?"

This conjecture sent a chill through Morey Pavilion as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Anyone discovering they were in a game that looped endlessly would react in the same way.

Moreover, it dealt a great blow to his confidence.

If the prophets who mastered "The Original Testament" still failed, what made him think he could save the world?

"No... just because I know it's meaningless, should I not do it?"

"Is it like saying because everyone will die, one should not live life properly?"

"What a joke... I want to live, I want to live better, I want to make the lives of those around me better too!"

Deeply inhaling, Morey Pavilion's eyes hardened with resolve, "It's precisely for this reason, Dixie must die!"

...

Late at night.

Morey Pavilion rose adeptly and made his way to District 13, a narrow and dark alley.

He expertly recited the passphrase, met with a black market merchant, gained trust, and purchased a firearm.

All of this was in his plan, and Morey Pavilion felt nothing out of the ordinary.

He exited the alley and arrived in District 6.

By then, it was already daytime on the next day.

He concealed himself in the shadows, activated his dynamic vision, and silently watched the entrance of the building.

The next moment, he saw the seemingly kind-hearted Dixie laughing with a colleague as they stepped out the door.

Without a second of hesitation, Morey Pavilion pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A flash of gunfire, and a bloom of blood burst into his field of vision.

"Dixie's abilities are not good at defense, and a headshot means certain death, he cannot be saved..."

With that thought, Morey Pavilion hastily retreated, escaping along a preplanned route.

He had thought thoroughly about how to dispose of the firearm and feign innocence.

"I hold no grudge against Dixie, and I'm just a weak, servant-level Demon Hunter... There's no way the investigation should point to me as a suspect..."

At this moment, his mind somewhat hazy, he found himself in a basement again.

He felt immensely powerful, having completed the digestion of high-ranked familial powers, and now he was about to devour the power of Gorosa's Eye.

The divine monstrosity-level rituals and digestion steps suddenly became clear in his mind.

"Ritual: Gorosa's Devour!"

"Requirement: Prepare a 'Cold Ice Heart' potion (Ingredients: Six-legged Blade Worm's blood, the heartwood of the Wind Bell Willow Tree...) Apply it all over the body, possess a deep and unforgettable love affair, and in the overwhelming sorrow of the lover's death, consume the trait..."

For him, this was a simple matter.

Because in his previous life, he had suffered through such terrible events, he only needed to hypnotize himself, return to those memories, and he would find that special 'mental state' capable of combatting the divine corruption.

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