The lost cargo has finally arrived.
Today’s signing of the 1% inheritance reward.
Feng Mu’s heart trembled slightly; he was really anxious and worried for several days and nights about this reward, almost to the point of escaping to wander in the Scavenger Zone.
Finally, his wish came true, and he cried out.
His fingers touched the statue and grasped it. The statue was not large, mainly just a human face, sculpted vividly with an axe.
[1% inheritance reward has been delivered. Enjoy your game, player!]
Feng Mu’s pupils shrank suddenly, not startled by the prompt on his retina, but because the face on the statue was clearly... my own.
Yes, my own face from a previous life, the same as Feng Mu, the leader in the game [Destiny].
Upon suddenly seeing his own face on the statue, Feng Mu felt a chill, almost unable to hold onto it.
[Detected contaminated metal: ??]
[Composition: Iron-like.]
[Edible.]
[ps: This metal has imprisoned souls, eat with caution.]
Under the Mask, Feng Mu’s mouth twitched slightly, yet he still brought the statue closer, examining it carefully.
The moment Feng Mu’s eyes met the statue’s, his entire consciousness was sucked into it.
In boundless darkness, he descended onto the cold Iron Throne, gradually overlapping with the contours of a phantasmal image, an indescribable clarity arising in his mind.
He moved an intention, and in the next moment, forty-four Beneficiary souls projected in the darkness.
The Beneficiaries were clearly not appearing here for the first time; they obeyed easily, prostrating beneath the Iron Throne, their foreheads to the ground, none daring to look up at his true face hidden behind the shadowy figure.
The true face was two continually changing faces, sometimes Feng Mu, sometimes Feng Mu, shifting quickly so that at a certain moment it seemed to blend into one.
[Here are 44 seeds, their destiny under your control!]
[You can let them live, or you can let them die.]
[You can grant them Strength, or you can strip them of consciousness.]
[They will be your most loyal followers; you can use them for your deeds, and they will offer you their deaths.]
The system’s prompt directly appeared in the depths of his mind.
Feng Mu gained two usage methods.
The first one, called Marriage Death Twins: when your entity dies, you can choose to distribute your death among half of the followers, substituting your death, allowing you to be reborn.
Marriage Death Twins, basically granting Feng Mu a second life, akin to a game’s death save point, though only usable once.
The cost is significant; upon using it, half of the Beneficiaries will perish abruptly.
After using it once, resetting its cooling period takes very long.
"However, reality is not a game. Obtaining a second life, regardless of the cost, is worthwhile, especially since the cost is paid by believers."
Sitting on the Iron Throne, Feng Mu’s lips curled into an evil arc; he really liked this ability.
This ability alone dispels the resentment of the 1% inheritance reward being delayed for so long.
Moreover, there is a second ability, Deputy’s Blessing.
Deputy’s Blessing: you can bestow one of your abilities onto a follower, initially only one ability can be bestowed per follower, the value of which is anchored to your current state, allowing the follower to inherit 50%-99%.
Subsequently, followers can independently develop or create abilities; upon their death, their skill usage experience will be returned to you.
"Deputy’s Blessing, a capability for cultivating eyes and ears or bloodhounds, the only limitation is the strength of the Beneficiary, it cannot surpass one’s own; still, it’s not bad," Feng Mu thought.
Feng Mu did not particularly value the second ability; after all, behind him is [Destiny], as long as he strives to be the antagonist, sooner or later he can fully inherit Destiny.
After all, inheriting the entirety of [Destiny] cannot be achieved overnight; in the meantime developing a separate team for disposable use is also good.
Unexpectedly, the feedback experience pack upon death is quite favorable, in some ways can be seen as 44 small accounts for brushing Skill Proficiency, though only collectible upon death.
So, do I wish for your death, or do I wish for your death?
After experiencing a series of events, Feng Mu’s mindset has gradually evolved; he now realizes that [Destiny] is already bound to him.
It’s not about whether he hides, whether he fears exposure, but that one day he will inevitably be exposed.
Though this escape seems to be a false alarm, in reality, isn’t it because he couldn’t rip off the label on himself?
Even if he wants to upgrade calmly, [Destiny] will undoubtedly intermittently cause trouble and involve him; rather than enduring passively then, it’s better to strike proactively, seizing the opportunity to increase [Inheritance Level].
The sooner he maximizes [Inheritance Level], fully inheriting [Destiny], will he still fear exposure?
Of course, where caution is warranted, it should be taken; just also when opportunistically seizing the chance to collect antagonist experience value, one must be ruthless without hesitation or fear.
The transformation of mindset cannot bring about a surge in strength, yet in some respect, it is more crucial than growth in strength, signaling the maturation of an antagonist, actively embracing the abyss.
The destructiveness of subjective initiative, those who know, know!
Retracting his thoughts, Feng Mu squinted, overlooking the forty-four Deputies prostrated beneath him.
Among them, several faces were quite familiar, prompting Feng Mu to suddenly understand: "These are the people on Ma Bin’s list, I misunderstood; it wasn’t a suspect list nor was Ma Bin exploiting an opportunity to plot an advancement, though he did advance but the advancement was just a by-product; his true purpose was the people on the list."