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Chapter 114 The Price of the Admission Ticket
Bang!
The bullets struck the human limbs, producing a muffled thud the moment they hit the bones. The liquid inside the specially designed bullet was rapidly released under the impact, disregarding biological principles and aggressively seeping into the target's body.
Before the anesthetic effect on the "battlefield meat grinder" in front of him had worn off, Kuromon immediately placed his right hand on the top of the other's head, and his absorption action was so skillful that it was smoother than Dove chocolate.
With the memories synchronized, it was no surprise that he was another war criminal with countless crimes. "Indiscriminately abusing civilians and massacring prisoners of war, it's too good for you to die so easily."
Browsing through the guest list in his mind, Kuromon began selecting the next experience pack.
Only nine years had passed since Japan's surrender, and every single guest present was a rat that deserved to be dealt with by a military tribunal. The thought of wiping out these people was incredibly difficult for him to bear.
"We've collected most basic general skills like fighting, library use, and reconnaissance. Unfortunately, the group's overall quality is average; their skills in disguise and stealth are even inferior to my servants."
Retrieving loaded ammunition from inside the dining car, Heimen dusted off her gunpowder-smelling skirt and quietly made her way backstage at the auction: "It's almost time. The young master has instructed that we can put the grand finale item on display. After introducing the item's background, set out the tea, and then leave immediately."
"Okay." The maid who came to greet her boss bowed and walked with small, quick steps toward the temporary warehouse behind the scenes.
During the Black Gate Hunt, 20 items from the collection have already been auctioned off. The extravagant spending of these people was even more impressive than he had imagined. Several exhibits were snapped up by wealthy businessmen who were interested as soon as they were put on stage.
In his quest for the secrets of immortality, the original owner of this body never ceased his efforts to collect evidence from ancient myths over the past century. From ancient stone tablets from a distant civilization to the manuscripts of a famous Onmyoji from the Edo period, he spared no expense in acquiring any antiquities related to longevity and immortality.
However, the results were clearly unsatisfactory.
Pulling on a black hooded cloak, Black Gate casually took a black short sword from the safe and walked onto the auction stage.
The bright white spotlight cast heavy shadows on the ground, and the heavy wheels of the food cart creaked as they rolled over the wooden planks, clearly indicating its weight. In the center of attention, Hei Men slowly pushed the cart forward, stepping along the shadowy path.
His androgynous short hair, bathed in bright light, radiated a white halo, exuding holiness and love, like a messenger in the Bible whose halo had not yet faded. Yet, when paired with his obedient servant's attire, he resembled a docile lamb.
Heimen, with one hand resting on the handlebars, walked lightly and slowly, standing in the center of the auction stage.
"Clap clap," he raised his hand and clapped twice.
"Welcome, distinguished guests, to tonight's auction. It is an honor for all of us servants to entertain you. To celebrate the young master's return, we have prepared the castle's specialty black tea for you to enjoy."
He lowered his right hand, guiding the guests' attention back to the table.
"This, this is!" A male guest exclaimed in surprise as he looked at his hand.
Before anyone knew it, a cup of black tea appeared quietly on everyone's table, as if by magic.
The bright red tea soup rippled in the porcelain cup, shimmering and sparkling like a flowing ruby, enticing them to taste it without needing to say a word.
With a cold gaze, Hei Men walked to the front of the stage and announced, "Next, I will show you the highlight of tonight's auction—the Holy Grail!"
The black curtain was lifted, and inside an amethyst dome with raven patterns carved on the bottom, a golden chalice the size of a table lamp stood quietly, shimmering with noble brilliance.
"This is not the holy relic recorded in the Bible, the one that once contained the blood of the crucified, but a gift from the devil that has descended upon this castle tonight. Now, please allow me to read the message on behalf of the head of the family."
The banquet lights suddenly went out, leaving only two individual spotlights illuminating the scene. As the maids on stage moved, a dignified male voice echoed through the hall:
"Greedy rats, today is your day of reckoning. I have added a wine that can grant immortality to some of the black tea. Whoever drinks it will never grow old or die."
The scene resembled a meticulously planned magic show. With a slight flick of the maid's sleeve, a jet-black dagger slid into his palm. With a light twist of his fingers, the dagger nimbly spun between his fingers, picking up a bright red apple from the displayed fruit platter.
"This is a sharp dagger that can easily cut through skin. Now I will pierce this apple as a demonstration."
With a little force, the short sword pierced the fruit flesh, releasing sweet juice.
"And next, as proof of your trust, I will personally demonstrate the effects of the Elixir of Immortality."
Looking around at the darkness below the stage, Hei Men turned to the side, held the short sword in his hand close to his chest, and thrust it in without hesitation.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the sound of the blood splattering could be clearly heard throughout the hall. Nearby guests could even see the black tip of the sword piercing through his vest.
This crazy scene caused a panic among the guests in the audience, with gasps and chatter erupting everywhere.
But within seconds, they fell silent.
The blood scattered on the stage seemed to heed the call of some mysterious force, slowly flowing back. As his body gradually recovered, Hei Men slowly rose from the pool of blood. His body was unharmed, with only the holes in his clothes and the remaining bloodstains serving as the sole witnesses to the terrifying scene that had just unfolded.
He bowed slightly to the crowd below the stage, his movements elegant and composed, as if the chaos around him had nothing to do with him.
"Now, the effects of the Elixir of Immortality have been demonstrated. I will now once again read aloud the price of this gift on behalf of the head of the family."
His voice was casual, yet carried an irresistible authority that sent chills down the spines of everyone present: "On this chessboard, only eight soldiers are eligible for promotion. Place your right hand on your comrade's forehead to capture the rest of the pieces. Tonight, let's celebrate eternal life! I hope you all have a great time!"
"Then, let the game begin!"
As his words fell, Hei Men abruptly kicked over the heavy food cart, scattering the weapons displayed inside—longswords, daggers, and pistols—onto the floor, creating a symphony of death. The guests, as if triggered by some kind of madness switch, began to fight each other recklessly, the scene instantly becoming as horrific as hell.
When Karasuma Jin led a group of his men and forcefully broke through the door, the instigator of all the chaos had already quietly left, leaving behind only a mess and an ever-spreading madness.