Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Every gunshot that rang out in the darkness was like a heavy blow to the hearts of the survivors.

Several leaders, on the verge of losing their sanity due to the Chaos Authority, were forced to clear their minds in fear.

The gun fired eight times, leaving eight gunmen forever in the shadows.

When Wu Chang emerged from the darkness, calm and emotionless, the high-ranking survivors of White’s group were almost in tears.

Kent’s deputy, White, who the gunmen had previously mentioned, still maintained the air of a second-in-command, but his eyes were filled with fear, unable to meet Wu Chang’s gaze.

Lower-ranking leaders, with poorer psychological resilience, found the fabric around their crotch becoming profoundly damp.

It’s not that the leaders of White’s group were cowards. To reach this stage, who among them didn’t have a few lives on their hands? Every time they drew their guns, they were prepared to face death.

But their comprehension of enemies and death was limited to a normal range.

What Wu Chang did, whether driving them mad or rendering them immobile or coldly taking lives, was beyond their understanding.

At this moment, Wu Chang was not an enemy to them but an invincible demon, a monster in human skin.

White lost control of his body, but he could still speak. Looking at the deathly True Self, he braved his fear and said:

”What do you want? Goods or money? Whatever you want, we can give, just give us a chance to talk.”

He personally witnessed Kent hiding with Wu Chang and heard four gunshots after the battle from behind cover.

Kent was most likely already dead.

The boss was dead, but his men still wanted to live. Regardless of the demands, as long as they weren’t too excessive, he would certainly meet them.

Wu Chang’s True Self looked at White, activating Mind Resonance to try and control him.

Couldn’t control the boss? The second-in-command would do.

”The target’s self-awareness is too strong for complete control, converting Spiritual Control to Spiritual Attack.”

The conversion from Spiritual Control to Mental Attack caused White to scream in agony, his eyes bulging as blood flowed from his ears, nose, and corners of his eyes.

The True Self shook its head, pulled the trigger, and took White away.

”You’re not suitable.”

White’s death state nearly drove the already terrified leaders insane with fear.

To them, it looked like White merely glanced at the one called Peace, suggested a discussion, and immediately bled from all orifices and had a mental breakdown.

The devil, it must be the devil!

The True Self approached Smith, second only to White in rank, realizing the unique mechanism of the Cursed Dungeon was hard to completely control, thus wanted to see if Smith had any interest in becoming a puppet leader.

But before he could speak, Smith already broke down, hysterically cursing Wu Chang. Wu Chang attempted to calm him twice to no effect.

He needed to choose someone else.

Bam.

Wu Chang stepped towards Jia Lin, next in line after Smith.

Wu Chang: ”Let me tell you...”

Jia Lin: ”Ah!”

As soon as Wu Chang began to speak, Jia Lin let out a mad shriek, a forceful scream that nearly pierced Wu Chang’s eardrums.

Bam.

After Jia Lin was Valentine.

Tears and snot flowed from Valentine, who was completely lost in his own world, continually chanting prayers to enter the Celestial Kingdom, ignoring Wu Chang’s calls.

Bam.

Next after Valentine was Green.

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Wu Chang was numb. Why was it so hard to find a normal person?

Legend had it that gang leaders could kill without blinking. Why were they losing their sanity so swiftly, where was their mental fortitude?

He didn’t want to kill anymore, not only because he needed the experienced gang members to help take over White’s group and manage subsequent operations.

Also because after his Strength Attribute stacked to 45, the gap between him and ordinary people became too vast, killing these targets below level ten could no longer offer stackable Strength Attributes.

He didn’t mind killing but disliked meaningless killings.

Wu Chang approached the last high-ranking leader in the group, the one who had wet his pants at the very start.

He took out a bottle of alcohol and poured it on the foaming-at-the-mouth, white-eyed Miles, watching him slowly come to his senses, and asked: ”Do you want to talk?”

Miles, who had the least courage and poorest psychological resilience, had already fainted early on.

Because of this, he saw the least and experienced the least shock, retaining his sanity. Hearing Wu Chang’s question, it was as if he grasped a lifeline, shouting, ”Yes!”

Had the Deep Water Bite not still been in effect, this guy would have likely rushed over to hug the True Self’s leg directly.

The True Self took a small step back, looking at Miles with pants wet all the way to his thighs, and asked:

”I need you to handle the aftermath of tonight’s events and help me take over White’s group in a short timeframe, can you do it?”

Miles declared without hesitation: ”No problem! As long as you command, your loyal servant Miles will do his best to accomplish it!”

Wu Chang’s True Self released the Deep Water Bite from within Miles and pointed at the remaining White’s group members. In addition to Kent’s confidants and various leaders, many core members also participated in the trade day boxing match.

”As a test, your first task is to persuade them to join. For those unwilling, find a way yourself. After dealing with these people, design a feasible plan for me to take over White’s group, and you’ll pass the test.”

Witnessing the eager-to-act Miles, the True Self frowned and warned: