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At this moment, a ruthless and bloodthirsty aura inadvertently appeared on this tycoon's pearl.
"Well, let's go."
"Then you may rest for now."
After saying that, Ivanka turned and left.
Watching Ivanka's departing figure, Bader's originally cold and hard face suddenly regained its playful expression. At the same time, the terrifying cracks on his body disappeared without a trace, accompanied by a flash of light.
"Hehe, what follows is a head-on collision between technology and the extraordinary."
Chapter Thirteen: The Wonderful Power
"Pfft!"
Andrew crashed heavily to the ground and instinctively cried out in pain.
However, he soon discovered that the pain he was supposed to experience did not come.
He stood up with some confusion, feeling his body up and down.
"Stop making those foolish moves!" A cold, gloomy voice suddenly rang out, as if it were coming from within himself.
Andrew's expression changed instantly, and he looked around warily: "Who is it! Show yourself!"
"I've seen you!"
As he said this, he carefully shuffled to the side, his target being a fruit knife on the table.
"Idiot!" The cold, unkind rebuke resounded from within him once more.
"You've just received the inheritance of my power, have you forgotten?"
Andrew was instantly startled and exclaimed in horror, "It's that black stone!"
"Your legacy?"
"You're that demon who fought against the gods?!"
"Gods? Demons?" A sneer rang out.
"A ridiculous world, ridiculous perceptions."
“I’m not some demon, and that guy isn’t some god.”
“I worship my lord, the god of darkness, Hodr, and that fellow is an apostle of the god of light, Baldr.”
"Hodr, the god of darkness, and Baldr, the god of light?" Andrew murmured with some confusion.
Not everyone is familiar with Norse mythology. For most people, their knowledge of Norse mythology is mainly focused on Thor, Loki, and Odin.
However, despite not understanding, Andrew realized something and became somewhat excited.
"So, having received your power, am I also considered a believer in God?"
Although I had previously thought that I didn't care even if I followed the devil, if I really had a choice, I would definitely want to believe in a god, not a devil.
"madness!"
"Only mortals judge gods by the concepts of justice and evil!"
Andrew was speechless. Even though his emotional intelligence and IQ were not as good as his cousin's, he could still tell from these words that the god behind this was no good.
However, Andrew quickly regained his composure. After all, he only wanted to gain power and didn't care much about these things.
"Alright, kid, I don't want to waste any more words with you now!"
“I have come here to obey my lord’s command. I have two purposes. Now that you have received my inheritance, you need to complete this task for me.”
The indifferent voice continued, without waiting for Andrew's consent.
"You have two choices: kill or guide. Killing means killing all the lives you have ever seen. Guiding means guiding the darkness deep within their hearts and making them completely degenerate."
Andrew fell silent for a moment, then said, "Isn't there any other choice?"
"can."
Andrew's face lit up with joy, but the joy didn't last long.
"If you die, I originally chose three people as successors to ensure there are enough replacements. After you die, I will give the power to the other two people. There will always be someone willing to complete the mission."
Andrew doesn't laugh.
Who would willingly die, let alone now that he has gained true superhuman power?
These are just two choices...
A few seconds passed quickly, and Andrew took a deep breath: "I'm willing to carry out the mission!"
If you don't want to die, then you can only let others die.
"very good!"
"Then go, either kill or guide."
"Furthermore, those two still possess a portion of my power. Kill them and obtain that portion of power, and you will become even stronger!"
"it is good!"
"Boom! Boom!"
Suddenly, a series of curses and swears came from outside, and the door was kicked violently several times. A drunken figure appeared in the doorway.
This was a middle-aged drunkard exuding an air of decadence, looking no better than the beggars outside.
Upon seeing Andrew, he immediately exclaimed, "You're the one who raised this bastard..."
The cursing stopped abruptly halfway through because he saw a pair of eyes—eyes that gleamed with a dark, devilish light.
"you you……"
The next moment, Andrew suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the drunkard by the neck out of thin air.
At the same time, an extremely cold voice reached the drunkard's ears.
"Don't you dare bully me again!"
With a snap, the drunkard's neck was instantly broken.
Feeling the power within his body, Andrew, who was killing for the first time, felt no resistance or disgust. Instead, a surge of excitement and fascination welled up from the depths of his soul.
"Power, this is power, the power that will ensure I will never be bullied again!"
"If things continue like this, even if we completely fall into depravity, it won't be so bad, will it?"
The next moment, Andrew suddenly shot into the sky, his body crashing through the roof and landing in the void.
With his back to the sky, his hands outstretched, and his face filled with fascination.
At this moment, he was like a god!
"No, that's not enough. I can become even stronger!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Andrew flew off in one direction.
Not long after, a group of people appeared at Andrew's original house.
Looking at the broken ceiling above, a fleeting look of seriousness crossed Ivanka's usually cold and aloof face.
"It's only been less than a day, and it's already capable of flying?"
She glanced at the drunkard who had died with his neck broken, and her expression grew even more grave.
Not only did his strength increase rapidly, but he also unlocked the Bloodlust. It's true that whether you're human or beast, there's a world of difference between seeing blood and not seeing blood.
"That guy now is probably beyond the capabilities of ordinary weapons."
Thinking this, she quickly took out her phone: "Father, I need stronger weapons!"
The tone was firm and decisive; it wasn't a discussion, but a notification.
In just one second: "Okay!"
Chapter Fourteen: The Great Battle Begins
In a room, the table is shaking, and the water cups, teapots, and other items on the table are moving strangely in one direction.
At the other end of the table, a Black man watched this scene with immense excitement.
Superpowers, this is the real superpower!
Even he himself never imagined that one day he could truly gain superpowers!
But soon, the excitement on his face turned into jealousy.
“I only obtained a small portion of the power of that magical stone; most of it went to Andrew.”
Thinking of Andrew, a complex look flashed in the black man's eyes.
He was one of the few people in the school who treated Andrew, that autistic boy, quite well.
But this isn't because I like that guy—who would like that kind of guy? It's a higher level, a 'gift' born from contempt, bestowing a bit of pity upon that poor fellow.
If nothing else were to happen, the Black man would have been willing to maintain this compassion, but now that the other man has gained a greater fortune and more power than him, it's simply unbearable.
He didn't want someone he once looked down on to now be someone he had to look up to.
“Perhaps I could try to find Matt?” The black man’s eyes darted around.
I wonder if teaming up with Matt will allow us to seize Andrew's power.
"Bang bang bang..."
A light knock came from outside.
Just as he was about to get up and open the door, the Black man suddenly became alert: "Who? Who's outside?"
"It's me, Matt." A familiar voice came from outside.
The black man breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't Andrew. He stepped forward and opened the door.
The moment the door opened, a hand, with a soft "thud," pierced through the black man's chest.
The black man froze instantly, staring blankly at the hand that had pierced through his chest. Then, he looked up blankly outside, his eyes suddenly narrowing.