Chapter 5: Obtaining the Supernatural Artifact, Activating Enchantment
Chapter 5: Obtaining the Supernatural Artifact, Activating Enchantment
Like fragile porcelain, the Charming Specter’s cheek shattered as the sharp end of the nail hammer pierced through her face, embedding itself into the bone.
Ji Yan didn’t pause for even a second. He yanked the hammer free and brought it down again and again on the Charming Specter’s face.
Blood quickly spread across the floor…
The horrifying sounds made the scene look like a deranged killer mercilessly torturing an innocent young girl.
Only after twenty brutal swings did he finally stop.
Drip.
Warm blood trickled from the hammer.
Ji Yan panted, enduring the numbness and pain in his right hand as he stared at the Charming Specter lying on the ground, his expression tense.
But his tension wasn’t because he feared whether the Charming Specter was dead or not.
The weapon in his hand was just an ordinary tool.
Against a Supernatural Entity, it couldn’t deal any real damage…
The so-called "weapon" was nothing more than a prop for the Charming Specter to "play" with her prey.
The mangled, bloodied head emitted scorching white smoke as the Charming Specter slowly stood up, her terrifying wounds visibly healing before his eyes.
Her gaze was unreadable as she looked at Ji Yan. "So this is your ‘big treasure’?"
Ji Yan nodded calmly. "Yes."
"How did it feel?"
The Charming Specter lightly brushed her fingers over the wounds on her face, which continued to emit wisps of white smoke like cracked porcelain.
"Not bad, actually. Quite thrilling."
"Surprisingly… I kind of like it."
"But it’s still far from enough."
The moment she finished speaking, the hammer was already swinging toward her face again, smashing her slender body to the ground. Ji Yan swiftly grabbed the electric saw from the table and pressed it against the Charming Specter’s body. The horrifying whirring of the saw, mixed with the sound of tearing flesh, formed a spine-chilling symphony.
Not an ounce of mercy was shown!
From the hidden clues he’d gathered outside, Ji Yan had already guessed—
This Charming Specter had strong tendencies.
And she was the masochistic type.
Pain would excite her, stimulating her pleasure!
Even she herself hadn’t realized it.
She had frequently indulged in tormenting and draining her prey, but over time, her mind had grown numb, her cravings increasingly insatiable…
No matter how twisted her methods became, she could never be satisfied.
Until now—when Ji Yan reversed their roles, turning her into the prey. It was as if he had opened a brand-new door for her.
It was a bold move, a gamble.
But now, watching her drenched in blood, her cheeks flushed with ecstasy, Ji Yan knew—
He had bet right!
……
Outside the room, Cheng Fang, who had been nervously preparing to enter the battlefield himself, now wore a puzzled expression.
He pressed his ear against the door.
The sounds of the merciless electric saw and the Charming Specter’s exhilarated, pleasure-filled screams made him think Ji Yan was the one being tortured.
A cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"This is too brutal."
"May this brother never encounter a Charming Specter in his next dungeon… Rest in peace."
He even felt a twinge of gratitude toward Ji Yan.
If not for him, it would have been Cheng Fang in that room right now.
Listening to the relentless roar of the saw, Cheng Fang turned away to fetch a larger container. He had a feeling Ji Yan wouldn’t be leaving the room in one piece—he’d have to be collected in fragments…
...
Inside the room, the bloody scene continued unabated.
Ji Yan swung the electric saw with all his might, but within five minutes, the teeth shattered, the chain snapped, and the saw was completely destroyed.
He frowned.
This thing’s so flimsy?
Seeing the Charming Specter’s flushed, feverish expression—still insatiable—Ji Yan didn’t dare slack off. He quickly grabbed whatever props were scattered around and used everything he could to "serve" the entity.
At some point, his hand closed around an unfamiliar object, and suddenly, an information panel popped up in his vision.
"Ding! Congratulations, Player, for obtaining the hidden Supernatural Artifact—Satan’s Execution Tool. Successfully triggered [Talent]."
"Grade: Rare."
"Details: A deranged serial killer who claimed to be Satan once used this to execute 10 innocent women in succession. The killer later vanished, but the bloodstained tool remained."
"Hidden Info: After landing 10 Skull-Crushing Strikes on a Supernatural Entity, the artifact will fully activate, attaching the curse effect [Soul Burn]."
Supernatural Artifacts were equipment that Players could obtain, varying widely in type—offensive, defensive, survival, support, and more.
Their grades were classified as: Common, Rare, Uncommon, Collectible, and Epic.
Some high-grade Supernatural Artifacts were even more coveted than Talents!
Ji Yan was stunned.
This [F-Level Talent] can even uncover hidden info about artifacts?
Looking down at the object in his hand, he saw it was a nail hammer. Unlike the other props, this one exuded a chilling aura, making his skin crawl just by holding it.
This thing has killed ten people!
How much resentment must be clinging to it?
Supernatural Artifacts could deal real damage to Supernatural Entities, so he worried—would this kill the Charming Specter?
Worry aside, his movements didn’t falter. Just as the Charming Specter was about to snap out of its euphoria, Ji Yan swung with all his strength, smashing the hammer into that crimson face.
The impact shattered half its skull, the gaping wound spewing thick white smoke as the Charming Specter let out a piercing scream of agony.
Ji Yan’s heart lurched—he braced for the entity’s furious retaliation—but then the scream twisted into a cry of ecstasy.
"..."
His lips twitched. Seems I still underestimated how twisted this Female Supernatural Entity is. My worries were pointless.
Realizing the artifact wouldn’t kill the Charming Specter—in fact, it worked too well—Ji Yan went all out, striking again and again.
If ten Skull-Crushing Strikes activated the enchantment, then there was no better target than this.
This is the perfect damage-sponge dummy!
And so, after over ten minutes of brutal head-smashing, the floor and walls were thoroughly painted red.
Covered in blood and brain matter, Ji Yan slumped against the wall, exhausted. The nail hammer in his hand, now "tempered" by the ordeal, gleamed a sinister crimson—the enchantment successfully activated.
Ji Yan’s eyes lit up.
Now that I have a Supernatural Artifact, at least I’ve got some footing in this dungeon.
I’m not just a pushover anymore.
As for the Charming Specter…
It stood up yet again. Ji Yan was numb to it by now.
He’d shattered its skull eleven times—the last strike even carried [Soul Burn]!
The Terrifying Black Flame directly incinerated half of her head. Any other Supernatural Entity would have been reduced to ashes by now.
Yet, this Charming Specter, in the final enchanted critical strike, reached some kind of spiritual climax, deeply satisfied…
Ji Yan even began to wonder if this Charming Specter was a boss-level entity in this dungeon.
What normal Supernatural Entity would use a Supernatural Artifact as their personal indulgence?
Fortunately, after 11 consecutive skull-crushing strikes, the Charming Specter’s frenzied desires finally subsided…
Shedding her tattered clothes, she changed into a fresh outfit. Her stunning face, now devoid of its earlier flush, was covered in a layer of frost—completely different from the entity she had been just a minute ago.
Sitting on a chair, she crossed her long, proud legs, lit a slender cigarette, and casually tossed over a small bag.
"What’s this?"
"A little extra tip."
"Your service was excellent. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this good."
The Charming Specter exhaled smoke, speaking leisurely.
"……"
Ji Yan’s expression twisted oddly. Why did he suddenly feel like he was selling himself?
Like fragile porcelain, the Charming Specter’s cheek shattered as the sharp end of the nail hammer pierced through her face, embedding itself into the bone.
Ji Yan didn’t pause for even a second. He yanked the hammer free and brought it down again and again on the Charming Specter’s face.
Blood quickly spread across the floor…
The horrifying sounds made the scene look like a deranged killer mercilessly torturing an innocent young girl.
Only after twenty brutal swings did he finally stop.
Drip.
Warm blood trickled from the hammer.
Ji Yan panted, enduring the numbness and pain in his right hand as he stared at the Charming Specter lying on the ground, his expression tense.
But his tension wasn’t because he feared whether the Charming Specter was dead or not.
The weapon in his hand was just an ordinary tool.
Against a Supernatural Entity, it couldn’t deal any real damage…
The so-called "weapon" was nothing more than a prop for the Charming Specter to "play" with her prey.
The mangled, bloodied head emitted scorching white smoke as the Charming Specter slowly stood up, her terrifying wounds visibly healing before his eyes.
Her gaze was unreadable as she looked at Ji Yan. "So this is your ‘big treasure’?"
Ji Yan nodded calmly. "Yes."
"How did it feel?"
The Charming Specter lightly brushed her fingers over the wounds on her face, which continued to emit wisps of white smoke like cracked porcelain.
"Not bad, actually. Quite thrilling."
"Surprisingly… I kind of like it."
"But it’s still far from enough."
The moment she finished speaking, the hammer was already swinging toward her face again, smashing her slender body to the ground. Ji Yan swiftly grabbed the electric saw from the table and pressed it against the Charming Specter’s body. The horrifying whirring of the saw, mixed with the sound of tearing flesh, formed a spine-chilling symphony.
Not an ounce of mercy was shown!
From the hidden clues he’d gathered outside, Ji Yan had already guessed—
This Charming Specter had strong tendencies.
And she was the masochistic type.
Pain would excite her, stimulating her pleasure!
Even she herself hadn’t realized it.
She had frequently indulged in tormenting and draining her prey, but over time, her mind had grown numb, her cravings increasingly insatiable…
No matter how twisted her methods became, she could never be satisfied.
Until now—when Ji Yan reversed their roles, turning her into the prey. It was as if he had opened a brand-new door for her.
It was a bold move, a gamble.
But now, watching her drenched in blood, her cheeks flushed with ecstasy, Ji Yan knew—
He had bet right!
……
Outside the room, Cheng Fang, who had been nervously preparing to enter the battlefield himself, now wore a puzzled expression.
He pressed his ear against the door.
The sounds of the merciless electric saw and the Charming Specter’s exhilarated, pleasure-filled screams made him think Ji Yan was the one being tortured.
A cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"This is too brutal."
"May this brother never encounter a Charming Specter in his next dungeon… Rest in peace."
He even felt a twinge of gratitude toward Ji Yan.
If not for him, it would have been Cheng Fang in that room right now.
Listening to the relentless roar of the saw, Cheng Fang turned away to fetch a larger container. He had a feeling Ji Yan wouldn’t be leaving the room in one piece—he’d have to be collected in fragments…
...
Inside the room, the bloody scene continued unabated.
Ji Yan swung the electric saw with all his might, but within five minutes, the teeth shattered, the chain snapped, and the saw was completely destroyed.
He frowned.
This thing’s so flimsy?
Seeing the Charming Specter’s flushed, feverish expression—still insatiable—Ji Yan didn’t dare slack off. He quickly grabbed whatever props were scattered around and used everything he could to "serve" the entity.
At some point, his hand closed around an unfamiliar object, and suddenly, an information panel popped up in his vision.
"Ding! Congratulations, Player, for obtaining the hidden Supernatural Artifact—Satan’s Execution Tool. Successfully triggered [Talent]."
"Grade: Rare."
"Details: A deranged serial killer who claimed to be Satan once used this to execute 10 innocent women in succession. The killer later vanished, but the bloodstained tool remained."
"Hidden Info: After landing 10 Skull-Crushing Strikes on a Supernatural Entity, the artifact will fully activate, attaching the curse effect [Soul Burn]."
Supernatural Artifacts were equipment that Players could obtain, varying widely in type—offensive, defensive, survival, support, and more.
Their grades were classified as: Common, Rare, Uncommon, Collectible, and Epic.
Some high-grade Supernatural Artifacts were even more coveted than Talents!
Ji Yan was stunned.
This [F-Level Talent] can even uncover hidden info about artifacts?
Looking down at the object in his hand, he saw it was a nail hammer. Unlike the other props, this one exuded a chilling aura, making his skin crawl just by holding it.
This thing has killed ten people!
How much resentment must be clinging to it?
Supernatural Artifacts could deal real damage to Supernatural Entities, so he worried—would this kill the Charming Specter?
Worry aside, his movements didn’t falter. Just as the Charming Specter was about to snap out of its euphoria, Ji Yan swung with all his strength, smashing the hammer into that crimson face.
The impact shattered half its skull, the gaping wound spewing thick white smoke as the Charming Specter let out a piercing scream of agony.
Ji Yan’s heart lurched—he braced for the entity’s furious retaliation—but then the scream twisted into a cry of ecstasy.
"..."
His lips twitched. Seems I still underestimated how twisted this Female Supernatural Entity is. My worries were pointless.
Realizing the artifact wouldn’t kill the Charming Specter—in fact, it worked too well—Ji Yan went all out, striking again and again.
If ten Skull-Crushing Strikes activated the enchantment, then there was no better target than this.
This is the perfect damage-sponge dummy!
And so, after over ten minutes of brutal head-smashing, the floor and walls were thoroughly painted red.
Covered in blood and brain matter, Ji Yan slumped against the wall, exhausted. The nail hammer in his hand, now "tempered" by the ordeal, gleamed a sinister crimson—the enchantment successfully activated.
Ji Yan’s eyes lit up.
Now that I have a Supernatural Artifact, at least I’ve got some footing in this dungeon.
I’m not just a pushover anymore.
As for the Charming Specter…
It stood up yet again. Ji Yan was numb to it by now.
He’d shattered its skull eleven times—the last strike even carried [Soul Burn]!
The Terrifying Black Flame directly incinerated half of her head. Any other Supernatural Entity would have been reduced to ashes by now.
Yet, this Charming Specter, in the final enchanted critical strike, reached some kind of spiritual climax, deeply satisfied…
Ji Yan even began to wonder if this Charming Specter was a boss-level entity in this dungeon.
What normal Supernatural Entity would use a Supernatural Artifact as their personal indulgence?
Fortunately, after 11 consecutive skull-crushing strikes, the Charming Specter’s frenzied desires finally subsided…
Shedding her tattered clothes, she changed into a fresh outfit. Her stunning face, now devoid of its earlier flush, was covered in a layer of frost—completely different from the entity she had been just a minute ago.
Sitting on a chair, she crossed her long, proud legs, lit a slender cigarette, and casually tossed over a small bag.
"What’s this?"
"A little extra tip."
"Your service was excellent. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this good."
The Charming Specter exhaled smoke, speaking leisurely.
"……"
Ji Yan’s expression twisted oddly. Why did he suddenly feel like he was selling himself?
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