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How to earn 000 points in Reputation? With sufficient exposure and social contribution!
The next day, major newspapers were filled with reports of everything that had happened the night before. The stolen Famous Painting was returned, and the lost jewels were recovered, restoring many people's losses while also giving the country a sense of dignity.
If it weren't for the unknown true identity of Shasha, even the President of the United States might have awarded him a medal.
The nickname "King of Hell" became a hot topic among many, as having such a person ensuring your safety and property was certainly something to be pleased about.
While some rejoiced, others were not so happy.
Recently, Spider-Man had gone missing. Ever since Shasha had used his second identity to teach him a lesson, he had vanished without a trace. This led to much speculation online, with people sharing their theories about what might have happened.
Shasha found it strange to consider what changes his actions had caused that led to Peter Parker disappearing completely.
However, the central figure they were discussing was currently thousands of feet above ground.
Nick watched Peter sweating profusely through the one-way glass of the training room. The gleam in his remaining eye reflected his thoughts; this was undoubtedly the most promising individual he had seen so far.
Having been bitten by a mutated spider, Peter's genes were altered, granting him strength, agility, speed, and endurance that surpassed ordinary humans. Now, with his training and the equipment provided by S.H.I.E.L.D., he was bound to reach new heights.
Thinking about this made Nick grateful for Liquid Snake's appearance, which allowed him to recruit such a formidable ally.
"Achoo!" Shasha sneezed and rubbed his nose, unaware that someone was talking about him.
Currently, Shasha was in San Francisco, finally ready to put into action some ideas he had been brewing. He planned to make a move against the thirteen Pureblood Elders of the Blood Clan Council. Although these guys had tight security, he was no longer the same person he once was.
The cold wind on the rooftop lifted the hem of his coat as Shasha held Edman Longsword in hand. His eyes sparkled with determination; taking action as the King of Hell served not only to conceal his identity but also to see if he could gain some Reputation.
Of course, there was another reason: he wanted to test out his newly acquired Master-level Cold Weapon Mastery ability.
Cold Weapon Mastery (Master-level), ability rating confirmed.
Until now, Shasha's offensive methods were limited. Besides possessing impressive close-combat skills, he relied on the Quake Fruit ability—making it somewhat wasteful to wield Edman Longsword without fully utilizing its potential.
Fortunately, this time he had gritted his teeth and attempted an intermediate extraction, gaining Cold Weapon Mastery just in time to see what kind of brilliance this long sword could unleash.
Before long, the target emerged from the building, and Shasha narrowed her eyes.
The first target was Nakamura Toshiaki, one of the thirteen elders managing the Asian division of the Blood Clan Council.
He was surrounded by a dozen Blood Clan Guard warriors, making it difficult for ordinary people to approach him.
Nakamura Toshiaki had never considered that he would be attacked, as he believed such actions were tantamount to seeking one's own demise.
However, this time he realized he was wrong; there were indeed people daring enough to do so.
As he saw a figure with a drawn sword suddenly blocking his path, he raised an eyebrow and asked in a peculiar accent, "Who sent you, assassin?"
The newcomer remained silent and waved with their unarmed left hand.
Nakamura Toshiaki's expression turned cold as he witnessed the moment the figure waved. The dozen guards surged forward, wielding short blades at their waists, attacking with the ferocity of Rodi Net.
Yet, Nakamura Toshiaki swore he had never seen swordsmanship as terrifying as this. The brilliance of sword light flickered in his eyes and ceased within mere seconds, while his subordinates remained motionless.
Until a dozen heads fell to the ground simultaneously, Nakamura Toshiaki retreated in fear, collapsing onto the ground. He watched helplessly as the figure approached him step by step, despair etched across his face.
In just a moment, the Blood Clan had lost thirteen Pureblood Elders.
Gottano was furious and ordered all Blood Clan Guards to mobilize and search for the whereabouts of those who had captured the elders.
However, he did not know that those thirteen elders had already been taken to the sacrificial site by Shasha.
The newly constructed building was specially designed to be located in an area where lightning easily gathered in the wilderness.
The thirteen Pureblood Elders lay quietly at their designated rune locations, while at the center stone platform lay Frank's body.
Shasha stood at the highest point and retrieved several test tubes from her waist, which contained Blade's blood.
These items had been procured long ago from Whistler's repair shop for emergencies.
Looking up at the densely packed dark clouds, Shasha poured the blood from the Test Tube onto the stone mill atop the altar, allowing it to flow through the small holes towards the runes. As the runes filled with blood and began to drip, the foreheads of the thirteen Pureblood Elders were already smeared with crimson.
Of course, the most important was Frank at the center, whose amount of blood used was greater than theirs combined.
Everything was ready, and a low rumble began to resonate in the air, with lightning streaking across the sky as if it could strike down at any moment.
With a loud bang, Shasha quickly dodged as a bolt of lightning shot down, its intricate patterns spreading and striking the foreheads of the fourteen individuals. The flesh of the thirteen elders began to slowly dissolve, revealing bones that were unlike those of humans.
As they broke free from their corporeal forms and transformed into flying white bones, they seemed to be searching for new vessels, racing towards Frank's body.
Watching as those bones mysteriously drilled into Frank's form, his body trembled incessantly as if signaling that he was about to awaken. This scene filled Shasha with immense excitement; he was creating a life!
As the thirteen bones entered Frank's body one by one, he ceased trembling, and his form suddenly underwent a drastic transformation.
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