The world doesn't need succubus to save

Chapter 480 Name
Holding the dagger, he walked up the steps step by step.

The young man inhaled the icy cold air into his lungs forcefully, feeling the biting cold temperature.

A faint white mist was exhaled from his mouth, and his eyes became much brighter.

When the dagger pierced the strong man's back and pierced his heart, the boy actually didn't feel any pleasure of revenge.

In fact, there was clearly something missing in his heart, a huge hole.

Get hurt, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter if your parents die and you're alone.

Eating unpalatable food and doing slave work doesn't matter.

Even being killed repeatedly doesn't really matter to him.

He can feel all the changes, but he doesn't care about anything.

His heart was beating, his blood was flowing in his body, and from a common sense point of view he was indeed alive and healthy.

But from another perspective, he doesn't seem to be fully alive either.

The boy's heart seems to have died.

Everything he could see was gray and dead.

But when the blood splashed on his body, he suddenly had a special feeling.

feel alive.

The hole in the heart was filled for a short time, and the teenager experienced an unprecedented novel experience!
The scorching temperature of the blood, the bloody smell pouring into the nasal cavity, the sweet taste bursting from the tip of the tongue...

And most importantly, the feeling of taking life away from others.

It seems that there are more colors in the dark world, which is exciting.

Following the impulse in his heart, he naturally cut the guard's neck open with a dagger, pierced his eye socket with the blade, and killed him completely.

All movements are without hesitation, natural, just like breathing.

Reminiscing about that feeling, the boy exhaled contentedly.

"If only I could continue..."

Feeling the restlessness in his body gradually calming down, he couldn't help talking to himself like this.

Then, as if hearing his prayer...

bang bang bang!
From the corner of the stairs came the sound of weapons clashing, heavy breathing, and the sound of approaching noisy footsteps. There were several behemoth-like beings rushing over desperately.

"Hi! How's it going?"

"Tika!!! You fucking say something! You won't die, will you?"

"Fuck, did he vent too much after going to a woman yesterday? He can't fall himself to death, can he?"

The other guards were approaching quickly, but the boy was not worried, but excited instead.

coming soon.

bring it on……

The emotions in his heart gradually surged, but his footsteps did not change, and he still walked steadily.

Finally, the not-so-long stairs were passed quickly, and three guards rushed out from the corner, and saw the boy walking up at a glance.

"Damn it! What a mess!"

"Hey! That bastard in front!"

"How dare you run out! Where's Tika!? What did you do to him!?"

Tikka?

Are you talking about the dead guard?
The boy wanted to speak, but before that, a white light cut directly at him.

Clang!
click! ! !
The short knife in his hand couldn't resist, and it was thrown away at the moment the tiger's mouth broke.

There is no comparison between a weak slave boy and a guard who exercises every day. He has no advantage in strength at all.

But when the weapon was released, the boy didn't stop, but seized the moment when the opponent's movements stagnated, and took a step forward to shorten the distance in an instant!

Then, raise your hand and stab forward.

laugh!
"AHH!!! Me! I can't see! My eyes!!!"

The boy stabbed his finger directly into the opponent's eyeball.

However, the pain from the fingers negated the feasibility of this plan.

Fingers would be broken, not feasible.

"The power gap is too large..."

As the boy thought about it, an angry figure approached from the side, and then his eyes fell into darkness.

"Need to change weapons."

……

Opening it in front of the iron gate, the boy didn't think about it, he turned his head and went back to the dungeon to draw out the iron sword he hadn't used from the waist of Tika's corpse.

Then go through the iron gate again, leaving all the sluggish slaves in the dark.

……

Once again, the boy chopped off Tika's head and picked it up by his hair.

He found that throwing the spherical object in front of the opponent seemed to temporarily deter and attract attention.

Although if it is not used well, the side effect may also make the opponent enter a short-term berserk state.

……

one more time.

"The person on the left has a lack of vision and can attack from the blind spot on the right."

……

one more time.

"The man in the middle will step with his right foot before attacking."

……

When No.30 opened his eyes once, No.90's heart beat three times.

The boy stopped his body, thinking about a very important question:
"I should have a name."

The dead guard in the dungeon is Tika, the one-eyed Sulu, the scarred one is Klai, and the beardless one is Talu.

They all have their own names, only you don't.

"Perhaps I can give myself a name?"

The boy thought as he stepped over the twitching corpse under his feet.

"Cough cough... you madman, cough cough!"

Oh, it's not a corpse yet, this guard with the name "Sulu" is still alive.

Sulu looked at the boy resentfully, and cursed:
"Look at you yourself, do you still want to escape? Impossible!"

Although he was about to die, it seemed good that he could see the murderer who killed him before he died and couldn't live.

"Hahaha! You're going to die! Damn! Hahaha... Hoho!!!"

Listening to his cursing, the young man put the sword in his hand along Sulu's mouth expressionlessly, making Sulu shut up.

Then, the boy tilted his head, looked down at the arm that was cut off during the battle, shook his head and nodded again.

"you're right."

Under the unbelievable gaze of Sulu who hadn't died down completely, the boy drew a blood-stained long knife from another corpse at his feet, and slashed at his own neck.

"Can't get hurt."

……

……

"So, what kind of name should we choose?"

Pushing open the door, the boy walked forward as usual, thinking about other people's evaluation of him.

"Crazy, monster, bastard, slave, crazy guy..."

Among those reliance, there seems to be a word that appears very frequently.

"Crazy."

With a pause in his footsteps, the boy felt that he had thought of an answer.

"I would rather be crazy... rather crazy?"

But there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling himself that he was still a little short of the last point, so he could only continue thinking.

"Ning Feng seems a bit strange...then Ning Feng."

For some reason, the boy felt that he was very satisfied with the name, so he nodded vigorously.

"Well, I'm Ning Feng."

(End of this chapter)