| WRIAWW | The Black-Haired Devil is Actually the Warden! | 28
Bai Shao took a deep breath.
He didn’t want to believe that the black-haired young man in front of him was the talented newcomer who had been the hot topic of discussion on the forum recently.
After all, no matter how you looked at it—sideways, upside down, or straight on—Zong Le’s delicate and refined appearance had absolutely no connection to the image of a monstrous genius.
But the task list on his phone screen was written in black and white, undeniable and impossible to fake. Just like how the system had verified Zong Le’s words earlier, it couldn’t be falsified.
At that moment, the two C-level survivors also snapped out of their daze, their mouths agape, their faces filled with disbelief.
“Ah, my novice mission was C-level.”
Zong Le was completely baffled by their sudden excitement. “Is there a problem?”
“You...” Seeing his clueless, detached expression, Bai Shuo realized something and couldn’t believe it. “Wait, don’t tell me you have no idea what a C-level mission represents?!”
Zong Le: “Uh, what does it represent?”
“It means you’re a talented individual! The forum has been buzzing about you joining the Spiritual Guild, and the Watchtowers Guild trying to poach you. You really didn’t know any of this???”
Zong Le was full of question marks. He was about to ask why he should have known.
Just then, Xu Mu finished the last stitch.
Simultaneously, everyone received a system notification.
【Detected that the satisfaction level of the deceased has reached 100%. Side task completed.】
【C-level quest ‘Mortician’s Assistant’ completed.】
【Team quest evaluation: Perfect】
【Individual quest evaluation: Perfect】
【Congratulations, your Survivor level has been upgraded from “D” to “C”.】
Hearing the system notification, Zong Le was still a bit slow to react.
He held the palette and looked at the corpse’s face. “How is the task already completed? I haven’t finished the makeup yet.”
“And how does the system know if he’s satisfied or not? He didn’t even say it out loud.”
The weird, with a black circle of paint on its face: “......”
Heh, do you think he dared to say anything? Did he dare to be dissatisfied?
Unfortunately, no one could answer that question.
As the quest was completed, four beams of light descended from the sky, landing precisely on the heads of the survivors.
When the light dissipated, only Zong Le remained in the processing room.
“Great, those two are finally gone... huh?”
Seeing that everyone had finally left, the corpse lying on the processing table chuckled and performed a sudden jump, rising from the dead on the spot.
But as soon as it jumped up, it found itself face to face with Zong Le, who had stayed behind.
“You... you...”
The weird widened its pale eyes, like a duck being strangled, let out a couple of weak quacks, and then silently lay back down on the processing table, crossing its hands over its chest in a peaceful, deceased pose.
“Stop pretending. Get up, I have something to ask you.”
Zong Le pulled over a stainless steel stool, his hands in his pockets, the sharp creases of his black pants folding as he slowly sat down.
Unlike the shy and harmless demeanor he had shown in front of the survivors, his lips were now tightly pressed, and an icy, ruthless aura surrounded him. Even his tone carried an unyielding indifference.
Facing an unknown and potentially dangerous weird, he had to exert his full intimidating presence.
After all, just a couple of days ago, he had learned from his harmonious and friendly neighbors that the conditions for an NPC to transform into a weird were quite harsh, requiring a large amount of negative emotions as a catalyst.
Most of the negative emotions that drive NPCs to transform are rooted in hatred, which is why many weirds emerge at the scenes of their deaths.
For example, Sister Liu transformed on the night her husband hacked her to death. The Butcher, on the other hand, was born with unfavorable conditions, and over time, his growing resentment with the world accumulated, eventually turning him into a weird.
The weird child starved to death at home after his parents passed away, and the lingering resentment and abandonment he felt from his parents caused him to awaken as a weird.
Of course, these are just examples—they are the "good" weirds from his own neighborhood.
The "bad" weirds out there are a different story. Who knows how many people they’ve killed?
As the self-proclaimed Peace Ambassador of Guiyi City, whenever Zong Le encounters a wild weird, he naturally has to put it on trial.
"W-what do you want to ask me, sir?"
Zong Le’s presence was always intimidating when he wasn’t smiling.
The weird corpse was so terrified that its heart, or what was left of it, was trembling. Knowing there was no way to deceive him, it tried to stand up, but its legs gave out, and it ended up kneeling on the ground.
Zong Le: ?
There was no need for such a grand gesture.
Besides, although his neighbors affectionately called him "Boss," being addressed as "sir" felt a bit odd.
The title reminded him too much of that handsome, silver-haired bad guy.
"Let’s see, how did you become a weird?"
Hearing the black-haired devil’s voice, which gave no hint of emotion, the heartless weird momentarily felt as if its heart, if it still had one, was lodged in its throat.
Under such extreme terror, the weird couldn’t even muster the thought of lying and stammered, "I-it was that day at the hospital... I killed someone..."
"What? You killed someone?!"
"Yes, but I had no choice! You don’t understand, that Taikang Yongle Hospital is hell!"
At this point, the weird’s pale eyes burst with red tears, clearly overwhelmed by immense pain: "I was admitted to the hospital, and on the same day, the nurse drew my blood for a routine test. But I never expected... they were matching my organs for a wealthy patient with a severe illness!"
"The day the match was confirmed, I was injected with anesthesia and wheeled into the operating room. But the dosage wasn’t enough, and I woke up during the surgery... I was fully aware of everything, and the pain was unbearable!"
"Can you imagine? The scalpel cutting through my flesh, the excruciating agony..."
The weird corpse was too overwhelmed to continue, its entire body trembling: "After they removed my organs, they hastily stitched me up and threw me out of the operating room, then immediately went to perform surgery on the wealthy patient who had taken my organs. I ended up passing out from the pain."
"When I woke up again, I was back in my ward. I don’t know how long I endured that pain and despair, but at some point, I suddenly felt no more pain or discomfort. So I picked up a syringe that was lying nearby, walked out of the ward, and ran into the nurse who had drawn my blood. I stabbed her to death."
After that, the weird corpse was arrested by the hospital security who had been alerted to the incident.
This time, the remaining organs in his body were also removed, and the corpse was dismembered into pieces, squeezing out the last bit of remaining value. If it weren’t for the luck of turning into a weird, he would have likely been sent directly to the Guiyi City Crematorium and burned to ashes without a trace.
"So that's how it was."
After hearing the tragic fate of the weird corpse, Zong Le felt a pang of sympathy while silently elevating "reforming Taikang Yongle Hospital" to the highest priority in his mind.
"Although you were unlucky first, your anger has to aimed at the source, and your choice of revenge wasn’t precise enough. That nurse was at best an accomplice aiding in the crime. The real mastermind behind the organ removal is still hiding under the hospital’s protection. I won’t sentence you, but you must remain under observation and work to make amends."
The weird corpse was stunned upon hearing this.
He hadn’t expected the person before him to be a high-ranking figure like a warden, so he cautiously asked, "Um, sir, isn’t the Guiyi City Police Department known for not handling matters?"
Surely the big boss wouldn’t send him to the central court over such a trivial matter! Court hearing slots are hard to come by!
"Indeed, they don’t handle matters, so now I’m taking charge."
Zong Le didn’t pay attention to the corpse’s nervous demeanor, as he was still pondering the information the weird corpse had provided.
The black-haired youth tapped his knuckles against the metal desk, producing a series of crisp, rhythmic sounds.
It was a casual gesture, yet it felt like a death warrant to the weird corpse, making his heart tremble, well, not literally, since he no longer had a heart.
"Do you have any objections?"
"Hahaha, sir, how could I dare to object? Of course, I fully agree and support you. It’s time for a big change to happen in Guiyi City’s power structure. I support your rise to dominance and ruling over Guiyi City!"
"Good. If there are no issues, pack up and come with me."
Zong Le stood up and casually tossed over a white lab coat: "Also, put some clothes on. Your current appearance is unsightly and detrimental to the city’s image."
Not to mention the weird corpse was already in a state of nudity, with numerous stitched scars all over his body. Just his pale complexion alone would be enough to scare children on the street.
"Yes, sir," the weird corpse reluctantly took the coat and put it on.
In the world of the weird, it’s all about survival of the fittest. After being stripped of his freedom, he accepted it rather well.
After all, before becoming a weird , he had heard about the eccentricities of other powerful weirds in Guiyi City. Some liked to see smiling faces, so they cut the corners of their subordinates’ mouths to keep them smiling, others had a fondness for human skin and built a library of it in their territory... Compared to them, the black-haired big boss’s likes to make prisons was nothing more than a breeze.
After finishing all this, Zong Le untied the noose from the neck Lai Cai and escorted the weird corpse out of the funeral home.
......
Meanwhile, the three who were transported to the infinite space.
Due to the inconsistency in the landing points, Bai Shao could only stare at the empty expanse of light before him, seething with frustration.
He still had a lot of questions left unanswered.
Fortunately they had added each other as friends, so he could always ask in the chat box.
"No wonder the Patriarch values him so much. That black-haired guy really has some skills."
Before this, even if Bai Shao had eight hundred brains, he would never have guessed that Zong Le was the talented newcomer who had been making waves on the forum recently.
After all, even the missions he was assigned when he first entered the Infinite Space was only D-level.
"No wonder his speed and reactions are so impressive. Even though he's only D-level, he's far better than those two C-levels who just stood there dumbfounded. With his talent and the speed at which he's improving, it probably won't be long before he carves out a place for himself in the Infinite Space."
After carefully reviewing the situation, Bai Shao realized that Zong Le wasn't as annoying as he had initially thought.
He only looked down on those who were incompetent yet loved to talk nonsense; he was relatively tolerant of those who had ability and talent.
Moreover, it was clear that his idol wanted to recruit Zong Le, so there might be opportunities to meet him again in the future.
Lost in thought about this matter, Bai Shao didn't snap out of it until he had already walked into the Temple.
"Mr. Bai Shao, are you here to see the Patriarch? Please wait a moment while I go and inform him."
Bai Shao: "!!!"
"Wait—"
He wanted to stop the attendant, but he was a step too late.
The discovery that Zong Le was the talented newcomer had largely overshadowed the explosive gossip he had received earlier. However, this didn't mean Bai Shao could immediately erase the news that "1st is gay" from his mind.
On the other side.
Upon hearing from the assistant priest that Bai Shao had returned, Joshua knew that he must have completed the task he had previously assigned.
After finishing the essential morning prayers for the full moon day, he walked through the corridors of the Temple in a cheerful mood, his silver-white robes shimmering with a holy aura in the golden dawn.
As he entered the reception room of the small chapel, Joshua prepared to follow the usual procedure to meet this newly recruited "lamb."
However, the moment he raised his eyes, the faint smile on his lips froze.
It was because, from his perspective—
The number above Bai Shao's head, which had been just 6 points shy of blind devotion, had plummeted down by 20.
Now it was barely hanging on the 60-point threshold, teetering on the edge.
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