Chapter 4: Macau’s Methods, Myanmar’s Methods.
“Have you made up your mind?”
“I have!”
“Lease the ‘No. 93 Curse Snake’ at the price of 90 Ghost Coins per month. If you’ve decided, please press your fingerprint on the contract.”
This hell world had no sun and no daytime.
There was only the grayish White Night and the pitch-black Long Night. Especially during the transition period between the two nights, without a clock it was extremely difficult to tell with the naked eye which period one was in.
The Thousand-Handed Demon still remembered clearly how a friend he knew not long ago had dozed off and accidentally stepped into a place that only White Night allowed, only to be casually slapped to death by a terrifying existence that had awakened.
Compared to his own life, exchanging 90 Ghost Coins per month for a survival guarantee was, no matter how one thought about it, a worthwhile deal!
Under White Sugar’s barrage of persuasive sales talk, the simple-minded Thousand-Handed Demon ultimately could not resist the temptation of the low price and pressed his fingerprint at the signature spot at the end of the lease contract.
Before the Thousand-Handed Demon could examine the contract terms more carefully, the parchment was swiftly snatched away with a ‘whoosh.’
Rolling up the parchment, the speed was so fast it seemed as if she feared he might regret it.
“Dear customer, please wait a moment. I’ll prepare the supporting implantation service right away.”
“Oh, okay.”
The professional demeanor the girl displayed left the Thousand-Handed Demon stunned.
He did not have to wait long. Moments later, White Sugar quickly finished all preparations and signaled the Thousand-Handed Demon to roll up his sleeve, place his forearm palm-up into the rectangular iron basin.
To be honest, keeping a snake under the skin of his wrist as a timing tool was the Thousand-Handed Demon’s first time trying it.
He was inevitably a little nervous.
“Um… Miss Shop Assistant, can we really not switch to a different knife? Using this one won’t cause tetanus, right?”
White Sugar blinked at the small knife full of rust in her hand.
“You get what you pay for. Just the breeding cost of one Curse Snake is generally around 300 Ghost Coins. Now I’m only charging you 90. What more do you want for that price?”
“Then anesthesia…”
“None. This is a grocery store, not a clinic.”
With that, White Sugar put on a serious face, reached out without another word, and pressed down on the Thousand-Handed Demon’s wrist.
“Don’t move, or I can’t guarantee I won’t cut something else.”
The knife rose and fell. The rust-covered blade sliced open the wrinkled skin on the Thousand-Handed Demon’s wrist, landing precisely beside the radial artery.
Accompanied by the heavy breathing of both, pitch-black blood slowly seeped from the opened wound, gradually pooling and dripping into the iron basin below.
Seeing this, White Sugar set down the rusty knife, quickly picked up the nearby glass jar, unscrewed it, and poured the chopstick-thick black snake from the jar into the iron basin.
“This step is to let the Curse Snake adapt to your blood in advance. Once we confirm there are no abnormalities, we can proceed to the next step of implantation.”
White Sugar explained.
After confirming compatibility, she used tweezers to grip the Curse Snake’s flat head and, under the Thousand-Handed Demon’s gradually paling face, slowly stuffed it into the bleeding wound.
The moment White Sugar released the tweezers, with a ‘whoosh,’ a slender black shadow swiftly burrowed under the skin.
The snake’s head bit its own tail, forming a loop around the entire wrist.
From a distance, it really looked like he was wearing a wristwatch!
“Done. This way…”
Just as White Sugar was about to clean up the tools, the Curse Snake looped around the Thousand-Handed Demon’s wrist suddenly vanished right before her eyes.
Not only that, even the wound that should have existed from the knife cut had completely disappeared, as if it had never been injured.
The girl stood stunned for a good while.
Only after a long time passed without any task completion notification appearing before her did she belatedly realize she had been scammed.
“Where’s the item?” White Sugar’s expression turned cold.
Although as a grocery store employee the transaction up to this point could be considered complete, the Eye of Breaking Delusion’s task had not been finished yet!
“The item?”
As expected of the Thousand-Handed Demon who had shown undisguised malice the moment he saw White Sugar. His Chaotic Evil alignment destined his nature to be despicable.
Now that he had obtained what he wanted, where was the previous politeness?
“I followed Miss Shop Assistant’s instructions the whole time and didn’t make any movements.” The Thousand-Handed Demon shook his empty arm, as if signaling White Sugar to perform the implantation again.
“I was distracted just now. Have you started yet, Miss Shop Assistant?”
It was only then that White Sugar recalled the evaluation the Eye of Breaking Delusion had given about the Thousand-Handed Demon—bullies the weak and fears the strong, cunning, loves taking small advantages.
Watching White Sugar suddenly become flustered, the corners of the Thousand-Handed Demon’s mouth curved into a cruel smile.
If he hadn’t misheard earlier, one Curse Snake was worth nearly 300 Ghost Coins. With his methods, he was probably going to make a fortune tonight!
“Miss Shop Assistant, we signed a contract!”
White Sugar stared at the Thousand-Handed Demon for a good while, still puzzled about how exactly he had managed to transfer the Curse Snake away right under her nose. It was only when the Eye of Breaking Delusion once again provided an updated evaluation of him that she understood.
【Race: Thousand-Handed Demon】
【Evaluation: A natural pickpocket of the hell world and an absolute winner in the casinos of Macau. It’s not because of any superb skill, but simply because anyone caught committing a crime will inevitably have their hands chopped off—and he possesses a full 998 spare hands that can be replaced at any time.】
So that was how it was.
If Teacher found out she had been deceived and caused a loss to the grocery store, she might really get eaten.
The corners of the girl’s mouth curved into a sickly arc.
Since he used Macau methods to take advantage, don’t blame her for using Myanmar tactics!
“Please wait a moment.”
While the Thousand-Handed Demon was feeling smug about his own trick, White Sugar turned around and took another Curse Snake from the shelf.
“Hurry up, I’m in a rush!”
Completely unaware that danger had quietly descended, until a cold glint flashed before his eyes. The Thousand-Handed Demon widened his eyes.
At some point, the small rusty knife in the girl’s hand had been replaced by a bone-carving knife as long as a forearm!
The knife rose and fell. Half of his forearm was brutally severed, rolling onto the floor with a gurgle. Black blood splattered everywhere for a moment.
“You… Argh!!”
The Thousand-Handed Demon cried out in pain, his eyes instantly filled with terror.
“Dear customer, please stay calm. This is just bloodletting to check compatibility with the Curse Snake. It’s a normal part of the process. No need to panic.”
Just as White Sugar had expected, in mere moments the severed spot on the forearm regrew a replacement arm.
White Sugar feigned surprise:
“Sorry, my aim was a bit off just now. This time I absolutely won’t disappoint you, dear customer!”
“No… Argh!!!”
The knife rose and fell again. Another hand rolled onto the ground.
White Sugar hadn’t wanted to do this, but in this hell world where humans could be eaten at any moment, the girl had come to a realization.
If weakness was an unchangeable fact, and malice existed at every moment, then caution was merely a way to delay death.
To truly be safe, at least in outward appearance, she had to make herself look like something other than a soft persimmon that anyone could squeeze.
Witnessing the grotesque being who had wanted to eat her just moments ago now screaming miserably under her knife, it seemed that the disguise was correct.
“Hehe… Hehe… Sure enough, you Thousand-Handed Demons are the most satisfying to deal with!” White Sugar let out a ferocious laugh that didn’t match her cute girl appearance at all.
“2, 3, 4… 31…! 988 spare hands. Cut one and another grows back. There really is no end to chopping them!”
What did she mean by ‘you’ Thousand-Handed Demons? She even knew the racial characteristics!
The Thousand-Handed Demon’s entire body was wrapped in bone-chilling coldness, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Could it be that before him, others of his kind had already fallen into the hands of this human girl?
No! This was definitely not a weak human!
It was a terrifying demon wearing the appearance of a frail human, using it as bait to hunt!