Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1444: Chapter 171: The Grim Reaper Arrives (Part 3)

Nero didn’t know what Teacher Prin… or rather, Mister Death, took out in front of her.

She just intuitively felt that this black-covered book carried an extremely strange power—note, this strangeness was something that even she, as a Black soul envoy, felt was bizarre.

But this obviously wouldn’t make Nero back down… Some traits have been cultivated for a long time and don’t truly change overnight—perhaps the additional traits she has now might have originally existed but were always hidden.

She might not even be aware herself… just simply felt comfortable—and perhaps she does know, which is why she follows her gut more, always letting her interests guide her.

Prin actually misunderstood something—Nero likes to fight, not because she needs to use combat as a reason for existence, but because she genuinely likes to brawl.

She genuinely, genuinely loves to brawl. In this increasingly dull world, what could be more exhilarating than fighting, making people unable to stop… making one feel they’re not just a puppet but had moments of rebellion?

Yanmo Transformation—this state was developed by Nero after becoming a Black soul envoy according to the envoy’s characteristics, specifically for fighting… precisely because she views fighting as a source of joy, she didn’t care at first if the Yanmo Transformation was developed to deal with Da Zhe to death and kept hidden.

Since fighting is inevitable, and the opponent is considerable, it’s better to fight heartily!

“I hope you can release Joe’s soul… because I don’t like using this kind of power.” Teacher Prin suddenly sighed—the ancient black-covered book opened in his palm, making Teacher Prin’s aura even more eerie.

If Teacher Prin initially felt like a shepherd in seclusion and not very threatening, now he seemed like a hunter in the forest.

“Mister Death, are you an idiot?” Even in her Yanmo Transformation, Nero didn’t seem to change much—at least not in her tone… She blinked, “Since it’s your power, why worry about liking or disliking using it… only children fret over such things, adults don’t care~ Whatever feels good is best!”

Prin chuckled bitterly, realizing he truly didn’t understand the thoughts of this white-haired girl… maybe just due to lack of contact, or perhaps she never allowed anyone to understand, so no one could find clues to grasp her thoughts.

“I will try to be careful, after all, I just want Joe back… that’s all.” Teacher Prin removed his white glove and gently placed his palm on an opened black-covered page, “Also… I’m not Mister Death.”

Prin moved, emphasizing something one last time—as did Nero in her Yanmo Transformation—she’s definitely the type who’d rather strike first than follow any conventions.

But the battle soon entered another phase, unexpectedly calm—even without the mountain-moving momentum, no earth-shattering display… like a gentle breeze, the upgraded confrontation ended in mere seconds.

The result was… the blades from Nero’s transformed body were shattered to about seventy percent—she even received a severe wound from her left shoulder to her right abdomen… The massive injury didn’t heal quickly because a mysterious force wrapped around this terrifying wound, frantically blocking the restorative ability of the Black soul envoy.

Even so, Prin fared worse—at least he now seemed on the verge of death… His body bore hundreds of cuts.

The black-covered book slipped from his hand and closed—looking like one of those worn magazines you’d grab for ten bucks from the old bookstore… hardly inviting anyone to pick it up.

“Seems the strength still isn’t enough…” Nero eyed her blades shattered after Yanmo Transformation, muttering, “The boss was biased, cutting corners when crafting me—didn’t do it as seriously as with Brother Da Zhe, truly heart-breaking.”

Feeling heartbroken… hardly, as the damage to Yanmo Transformation forced the Demon Blade to disconnect from Nero’s body, humming like a complaint.

Casually banging the Demon Blade on the ground twice like a warning, Nero then gazed at Teacher Prin—completely ignoring her own injuries.

Actually, she knew how to leverage anything to her advantage… for instance, even if a Black soul envoy were killed, they could eventually resurrect through a Life Lamp—just like she knew from the beginning how to use souls as currency to purchase various services from the Club.

This innate nature even made Boss Luo consider more than once that if everything were treated as a game, Nero would definitely be a seasoned player.

Now, Prin lay on the ground, Nero advanced slowly, using the Demon Blade to flip over his body—Prin’s forehead blue flame had burned out, his eyes shut tight, as if in a state of ‘death’.

After a casual glance, Nero shifted her attention to the black-covered book on the ground—Teacher Prin could break her Yanmo Transformation because he activated the power of this mysterious book.

“Consume and see.” Nero once more tapped the Demon Blade on the ground, like the worst kind of capitalist exploiting their workers.

The Demon Blade didn’t mind; it extended its shadow, wrapping up the black-covered book on the ground… The shadow turned into a quagmire, slowly sinking the black-covered book within.

Unexpectedly, a hand suddenly grabbed Nero’s leg—at the moment she reacted, Nero felt her body turn, subsequently being slammed onto the ground… Prin stood up again!

Wisps of mist emanated from the wounds sliced by Nero’s Yanmo Transformation… Now Prin’s arms and head hung low—yet he gave an even more dangerous impression than before, magnified severalfold.

The Demon Blade simultaneously emitted a continuous buzzing—its shadow, ready to submerge the black-covered book, boiled like water!

Finally, the blade’s shadow contracted sharply, ejecting the black-covered book—or rather, it had to spit out the black-covered book.

The expelled black-covered book soared to ‘Teacher Prin.’ He still hung his head but had extended his hand—unlike how cautiously he flipped the book before… this time opened it spontaneously and decisively.

The floating black-covered book before ‘Teacher Prin.’ pages frantically flipped, making a rustling sound… Then, narrow gray shadows shot from within the book.

They were like snakes!

Facing this sudden attack, Nero furrowed her brows… because the snake-like shadows moved so swiftly, she felt overwhelmed.

She evaded in all sorts of inhuman postures but ultimately couldn’t fully dodge the gray snake-like shadows—finally, her limbs were entwined, and lastly, her neck!

Nero was completely suspended in mid-air, her body being violently tugged as if it could be torn apart at any moment—while the Yama Sword was even more tightly bound to the ground, unable to move.

“This… isn’t fun…” Nero said with difficulty as her neck was almost deformingly constricted.

However, Teacher Prin seemed not to hear anything at all—from the moment he gestured to make the black-covered book flip madly before him, he made no further movements.

Yet the Black soul envoy’s body clearly wasn’t so easily vanquished… Nero’s state was indeed dire, but these elongated shadows couldn’t quite manage to truly tear Nero apart.

Finally, [Teacher Prin] made a new move—he waved his hand again, causing the black-covered book to flip again… Mist began to rise around him due to [Teacher Prin]’s book-flipping, and a large amount of black mist surged forth.

This mist brought death to all—it had no fixed target but simply brought death… perhaps it was aimed at all things.

The black mist began to completely envelop the town’s hospital… It had already spread over fifty meters, enveloping everything in the streets.

In the black mist, the street pedestrians collapsed one by one… On the instant they fell, they directly met with death!

In this black mist, Nero’s body began to suffer severe corrosion… what kind of arcane power was enough to even corrode a Black soul envoy’s body?

Perhaps Boss Luo would know… should I call for him like a kid being bullied and have him come over? Nero suddenly had this thought and almost without hesitation decided to act on it.

If you can’t win, run; if you can win, torment. If you have someone backing you up… why not call them when you’re in trouble?

Meow—!

As she thought this, a small black cat slowly walked through the dense death mist—it didn’t perish due to the power of the death mist, but instead appeared unusually spirited.

This black cat came before Nero, who was under the shadowy dissembling punishment, and slowly raised its head.

When Nero noticed this black cat, she saw that its form began to grow bit by bit… it gradually turned into a human shape… completing its transformation.

A black suit and hat… turns out it’s another [Teacher Prin]!

“You aren’t…”

Despite being astonished that the black cat ultimately turned into [Teacher Prin], Nero still recognized this guy—this was the one she had chopped when she buried the Yama Sword under Mr. Smith’s house!

“Hey! Handsome, can you do me a favor?” Nero blinked and asked, despite her neck being completely deformed from the constriction.

The black cat, now transformed into the black-clad [Teacher Prin], silently glanced at Nero but ignored her, instead turning to look at the controller of the black-covered book, [Prin]… He suddenly spread his arms.

With his gesture, the continuously spreading black mist began to shrink bit by bit—finally, the death mist began to return little by little into the black-covered book… even the elongated shadows tearing at Nero.

The Yama Sword was liberated and returned to Nero’s hand at the first moment—Nero still had the gaping wound on her body, which threatened to cleave one half of her open, making her seem completely split with half her body tilted away.

“Oh! I’m deeply grateful!” Nero said with a smiling face to the [Teacher Prin] transformed from the black cat, truly looking grateful, “Otherwise, I’d almost have had to call the boss!”

The [Teacher Prin] transformed from the black cat glanced at Nero with composure and said coldly, “Then your boss must feel ashamed to have a descendant like you.”

Nero blinked and suddenly said, “I actually look forward to making my boss ashamed… So are you two in league? Twins or something?”

While speaking, this Black soul envoy whose body was almost completely divided by a slash astonishingly raised the Yama Sword, completely disregarding the fact that the other had once helped her.

Unbothered by Nero’s current actions, the [Teacher Prin] transformed from the black cat shook his head at this time: “I and he aren’t twins or anything; we could say we’re the same.”

“??” Nero scratched her head, “I’m not well-read!”

The [Teacher Prin] transformed from the black cat shook his head again, “In the present world, there’s still someone like you with great powers yet shameless to this extent… has the world truly twisted to such an unintelligible degree?”

“So?” Nero shrugged.

The [Teacher Prin] transformed from the black cat slowly exhaled and, looking at the controller of the black-covered book still floating before [Prin], he said quietly: “I’m the second-generation lord of the Underworld… You can call me Hades.”

“Ah!” Nero nodded and said in a pretentious manner, “Actually, I have another nickname, Grass Demon Girl Zeus… Ew, are you serious? You’re Hades?”

The [Teacher Prin] transformed from the black cat—or the self-proclaimed Hades—clearly didn’t want to bother with Nero at this time, his expression just grew a bit more solemn.

Because the controller of the black-covered book, [Prin], moved at this moment.

Hades said slowly, “He’s about to get serious… he too is Hades, just like me.”

Emmmm… Two Hades?