Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game

Chapter 135: Chapter 123 Hotel Battle_3 Chapter 135: Chapter 123 Hotel Battle_3 Lin Xun’s eyes were ferocious as he walked up to the fighter, dragging the wolf-toothed club with him.

With an air threatening that if the man didn’t spill, he’d spill his guts instead.

“Blood King, you…”
“Call me Master!”

Lips puckering, the fighter reluctantly complained, “Master, this isn’t how the organization usually handles matters!”

“Only higher-ups are meant to know the information of their subordinates, don’t you know?”

Lin Xun sneered, “I want answers from you, not your questions.”

“I am not a patient man.”

With that, he slightly lifted the club in his hand.

“Mas… Master, I just started hard level five.” The fighter whimpered, his words slipping out in fear.

“Which section of level five? What was your last completion rating? How many sections have you faced? How many did you complete?”

“Master, who asks in so much detail?”

“Did you forget what I just said?”

“This is the last time I’ll emphasize, I want answers from you, not your questions.”

“If you dare to repeat this, hehe, it’s quite a feeling having your head explode.”

“Master… ” the fighter, ready to cry, grumbled, “My last completion rating was B, in the 8935th section of level five, and I’ve been through …”
“Shut up! I asked about your current section first and only then your completion rating.”

“Answer in order.”

“Now! Immediately!”

The fighter could only experience a mix of humiliation and defeat.

Feeling impelled to spill everything about himself like spilling beans.

“What is your soul imprint?”

“Master, our organization doesn’t allow us to reveal our soul imprints, don’t you know?”

As soon as the words left the Fighter’s mouth, he realized his mistake.

The ‘Blood King’s’ eyes hardened, and he menacingly raised his club.

“You questioned me again?”

The next thing the fighter saw was darkness, as a throbbing pain spread across his face, leaving him dazed. He fell to the ground, unable to stand any longer.

With great difficulty, he opened his swollen eyes, wiped the blood from his nose and swallowed his fallen teeth.

“Ma-Master… my soul imprint is ‘Lushan Rising Dragon’.”

The ‘Blood King’ reached out his hand once more.

The fighter, frightened, quickly covered his head, unsure of what he did wrong this time, and braced himself for another beating.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you’re also a fan of Bronze Strength.”

The ‘Blood King’ just patted his shoulder, seeming to exclaim at having found a kindred spirit.

For some reason, the fighter found himself tearing up, feeling a weird sense of being moved.

A set of bookmarks materialized in the ‘Blood King’s’ hand.

“Do you know why Apostle Amos promoted me to be his proxy?”

The fighter nodded cluelessly.

It was now clear to him that the ‘Blood King’ was not an apostle from the government, but a bona fide big shot within the organization.

Such a fearsome character was like a demon king, no wonder Amos promoted him directly to proxy.

Compared to himself, the Bone King was on an entirely different level.

The fighter was suddenly overwhelmed with how bleak his life was. Did it mean living in the shadow of this demon king from now onwards?

Upon further thought, he realized that the Blood King’s way of doing things will make him a superstar within the organization, leading to limitless achievements in the future!

Maybe he will even surpass Amos himself…

Suddenly, the fighter felt as if he had spotted a robust growing thigh to cling to.

His mind was made up – he was going to cling tightly to this protection.

“I used the ‘Bookmark of Annihilation’ to kill a former colleague, all because he disrespectfully spoke about Apostle Amos.”

“Hm, you do know about the ‘Bookmark of Annihilation’, don’t you?”

The fighter obediently nodded his head.

“Now that I know your soul imprint, I wouldn’t want the ‘Bookmark of Annihilation’ to be wasted on you.”

“Now, is there anything else you need me for?”