NOVEL NEXT Chapter 914
<914 - Dark Shadow vs Dark Shadow (23)>
The Shinigami is a regular topic that never falls from the high ranks in the paid skin shop. Where else can you find a skin as intuitive and fun as scaring newbies with veterans?
Just like a woman in battle makeup wandering through the treacherous city looking for her future man, veterans don their battle skins, wandering through the internet boards looking for newbies to toy with. It’s a sight that’s as common as it gets.
So common that one day I wandered through the boards and saw dozens of Shinigami!
[God of Death Disparter: Recommend and comment on the posts of veteran players who love killing people, then suggest DLC content [Invitation from the Netherworld] when the time is right.]
[Shinigami 21: Confirmed]
[Shinigami 33: Confirmed]
[Shinigami 47: Confirmed]
[Oknodie: Confirmed]
[Shinigami 11: Confirmed]
[God of Death Disparter: ?]
While I may not have the matching nickname like my Shinigami friends, I’ve been diligently introducing the fun contents of the Hell Dimension.
In Hell, even if you die, you can resurrect as long as you don’t get erased, or you can’t turn players into dementia, so instead, we stack status effects!
Once a certain number of stacks pile up, you can’t return to the Academy and end up as a lost soul in Hell—resulting in a bad ending route.
If you return with stacks unresolved, you randomly lose grades in lectures or have certain functions reduced as a ridiculous trigger.
There are tons of elements to dig into if you plan to really enjoy the game, like picking up stolen memories from others or crafting guides to steal Ancient Knowledge and bloodlines.
The event I enjoyed the most was the ridiculous one, and thanks to that, I collected various combos of upper functions and hidden treasure locations from the memories of competent people in the Netherworld, gaining new information to exploit in subsequent playthroughs.
“Take this, Forced Memory Awakening Punch!”
There exists a creature known as the Serial Healer.
The nurse who heals unwilling bodies and kicks students out of the infirmary is a prime example of a Serial Healer.
It’s terrifying when it’s happening to you, but it’s fun when you do it—true standard of wicked meta!
I chose memory healing instead of body healing.
A uniquely acting Shinigami with a strong mental power, who hasn’t fully undergone whitening lately from dying.
The identity is probably just the previous Three Great Evils, right?
With that thought, I pulled out a list of memories.
– Memories related to the revolutionary’s revolution.
– Memories related to the Man’s Representative’s seizure of the Divine Class.
– Memories related to the Chairman of the Foundation’s wicked tricks.
If I throw all three in, it should react to at least one!
One punch, one memory.
As I kept punching, I felt that the unique Shinigami was starting to respond more and more, adopting a position that felt good to hit.
Living beings are like ghosts when it comes to who benefits them.
Even the real ghosts, in this case, wouldn’t be an exception.
Who wouldn’t be disarmed when every time they’re hit by a punch as gentle as a cotton ball, they receive millions in cash?
That’s the definition of a good child!
“Mmm~ Am I suffering from a dud?”
After all that beating, there should be some kind of response.
Feeling a hint of ambiguity in my reaction, the unique Shinigami suddenly began to adopt a threatening attack posture with big movements.
Feeling surprised by the sudden surge of energy, I started hitting harder; now, instead of just taking it, the Shinigami began to dodge and counterattack with my punches!
It’s natural to prefer the fresher, struggling fish over the caught ones when the competitive desire kicks in!
“Jiang, when does the trap activate?”
“It’s already activated.”
“Is it really slowed down?”
Suddenly the unique Shinigami began to limp on one leg.
Jiang replied with a serious expression.
“Don’t be fooled. I stepped on the other leg.”
“Wow, using tricks too? Your memory must be getting clearer.”
“Oknodie. Something feels off.”
“Of course, it feels that way since the unique Shinigami is regaining memories!”
“That’s not what I meant… It feels like you’re purposely taking the hits.”
The unique Shinigami, who had been working hard to take the hits like an action stuntman, spun the scythe in his hand and transformed his weapon.
“Oh my. You’re not going to hit me more? Then I must make you want to hit me!”
“Cough. That’s a gun!”
“No, what are you doing raising your hands and giving up? You might get shot like that!”
The compressed scythe of the Shinigami transformed into a bullet made from remaining spiritual energy. The pressure from that spiritual energy didn’t give off the impression it could be sent to different dimensions or neutralized.
“It’s Papa, right?”
“If you take more hits, it might just confirm it.”
“It is Papa!”
“Haha. You’ve caught me! It’s been a while, Oknodie.”
The Chairman of the Foundation was an unpredictable person, having once died and become a Shinigami.
However, it felt like there was less of what could be described as ‘venom’ than before.
Unlike back then, when he disliked granting the full strength to the previous hero and caused harm to as many as possible while dying, it appeared that he poured out all the venom left in him, achieving a form of enlightenment.
“How’s life in Hell? Was it enjoyable?”
“Haha. The attempts to erase memories and obliterate my personality were bothersome, but I spent my time quite nicely.”
As the Chairman snapped his fingers, nearby Shinigami’s eyes rolled back, trembling, and they began to speak.
“Controlling spirit bodies feels quite different.”
“Of course, openly revealing it doesn’t suit my aesthetic preferences.”
“However, discovering the potential embedded in the souls and selecting or changing as you wish is quite a fun experience too.”
The forms of several Shinigami fluctuated simultaneously, morphing into the cold, female knight’s figure.
Just as I was about to gasp in awe, they morphed into a one-eyed, wrinkled old man or a frail old lady.
The Chairman of the Foundation, who had mastered the ability to change not only physical form but also the characteristics of the soul, gradually reclaimed his elegant suit and handsome appearance.
“Of course, I believe the technique of spiritual enhancement that stimulates and fills memories and experiences is even more remarkable. Thanks to that, I’ve stolen quite a few techniques from the ‘Revolutionary’ and ‘Man’s Representative’.”
“Cough! Is there a refund?”
“Such things don’t matter among family. More importantly, the situation seems quite interesting. You’ve blocked the God of Death’s retreat and cornered him, thanks to which his daughter awakens the self that was consumed by torture. Could this possibly…”
“Possibly?”
“Be a good daughter behavior?”
Huh?
I froze at the Chairman’s sudden words.
It piqued my interest since it was a line of thought completely different from my own.
“I knew my last duel with you would be a meaningful time, but to think you would dare to oppose the God of Death and risk facing overwhelming danger with that small body. Due to the recent ‘memory supply’, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of other memories and saw everything you have done.”
“Eek! I can’t let you know about stealing materials from the collapsed Lecture Building! Please keep it a secret!”
“Fufufu. I will keep your secret. However, that’s not what I’m trying to say now.”
“Then what is it?”
“Haven’t you sacrificed a lot? No, it wouldn’t be wrong to say you’ve sacrificed everything.”
The Chairman had a face that couldn’t contain his laughter.
With one hand covering his face, his laughter spilled forth, a mixture of wickedness and charm unlike any before.
Just as I felt proud of the Chairman who had grown the same, he too felt pride for me.
“You killed the friends you made with great difficulty, abandoned your beloved apprentices and warriors, smashed the Academy, and even used the professor’s desires to shatter and destroy all your connections. You sacrificed so much that you lost everything for my resurrection.”
“Uh…? Did it really turn out like that?”
“You don’t have to be shy. Words can be easily changed, but actions cannot be so easily altered.”
The smile on the Chairman’s face grew even more satisfied.
His smile, though somehow ominous and unsettling, was admirable in many ways.
“Though you’ve tried countless times to escape from the Foundation and me, you ultimately managed to destroy every relationship, successfully achieving your resurrection. It seems you’ve finally accepted yourself as the heir to the Wahyhiemhai Foundation and, consequently, as a successor.”
On the Chairman’s face, an unmistakable deep joy was visible.
What filled the Chairman’s face was not the fleeting pleasure of volatile desire, but a genuine joy that blossomed in the moment that a plan meticulously crafted over many years bore fruit.
Although rooted entirely in misunderstanding, it truly seemed like the kind of behavior that would be conducted from the Chairman’s perspective.
“As expected, my judgment was not wrong. You are my greatest masterpiece. With overflowing filial piety that even defies death, you deserve an appropriate reward.”
The Chairman’s gaze directed toward the Shinigami clones darting off in various directions.
“The Man’s Representative and the Revolutionary are about to awaken soon. As the loyal ‘Minion’ of the Dark Princess.”
Some will seek the unique Shinigami possessed by the Man’s Representative, while others will find the unique Shinigami possessed by the Revolutionary to forcibly awaken their personalities.
To completely annihilate the God of Death’s planned scenario and create a victory for the Dark Princess below, the actions were all to grant triumph to his daughter.
This was a plot not for the honor of Professor Sadako, but rather one where I, not the professor, would become the ultimate victor.