Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

Feeling this familiar feeling, Chen Mo raised a cold smile, and at the same time turned the blade half a circle in his hand, and slashed vertically in the direction from which the slash came, and the silver flame suddenly rose violently. Ten meters high in the air.

Shrouded in dazzling flames, a tall figure was quickly engulfed and dissolved.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the origin of the world 6.37"

"69.72(50)/100"

“魔女狩猎任务7/7，已完成5/7，获得原罪-【怠惰】，世界根源捕获率5/7”

The cold system notification ruthlessly and accurately announced the death of the fifth witch. Chen Mo stepped on his foot and stopped the high-speed sword dancer, then turned around holding the sword, and looked at the last remaining witch in the entire space.

"It should be said that he is indeed a person who doesn't even have any unexpected records about his origin in the book of wisdom... I recognize this strength."

Echidna didn't know when she changed into the previous set of tables and chairs, and a small lonely hill, and she was flipping through the book of wisdom at this moment.

"But according to the agreement you made with that incompetent disciple, is it really okay to just kill me like this?"

Standing in the pure white space outside the hill, Chen Mo kept dropping the purple phosphorescent fire from the blade in his hand, looking back at the questioning witch calmly, and said in a cold tone, "He has no choice."

"Ala……"

Echidna showed a surprised expression for a moment, and then immediately clapped her hands and laughed lightly as if she encountered something interesting.

"What about the strong man's speech in the law of the jungle? It's more convenient to be a strong man. No matter what you do, you have the right to choose. On the contrary, the weak one can only passively accept the choice... My incompetent disciple is So, so are my poor fellow countrymen and friends, and so am I."

At the end, Echidna raised a pleasant smile on her lips, and looked curiously at the man in black standing not far away: "Then how can you, who is a strong man, ensure that you never Will it continue to be as strong as it is now?"

Coinciding with the last word of the voice, Chen Mo appeared in front of the witch, and the dark purple sword blade in his hand fell between her fair neck at zero distance.

"About this, I actually have no choice."

"Um……?"

The sharp sword light flashed, and the witch's eyes were forever fixed in the moment of doubt. The next moment, the dazzling silver light suddenly burst into fireworks like a memorial ceremony in a funeral ceremony.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the origin of the world 8.37"

"78.09(50)/100"

“魔女狩猎任务7/7，已完成6/7，获得原罪-【强欲】，世界根源捕获率6/7”

At the same time as the system notification sound came, the surroundings began to emit heavy creaking sounds as if the house was about to collapse——[Greed] The witch's passing made this pure white fantasy space lose the power to maintain stability.

"Next, it's the last [jealousy]..."

Shatila, the most evil witch in the legend who wiped out the other six sinful witches and devoured half the world.

He has already done the first half of the legend, and as long as he spends some time on the second half, it may not be a big problem. It seems that the difficulty of completing all the witch hunting tasks does not seem to be as high as he expected...?

Just as Chen Mo was waiting for the illusion to completely collapse, while secretly guessing what level the [jealousy] witch's specific strength would be——

"Woooo!"

A dark wind suddenly blows in front of my eyes, with an unpleasant feeling of heat and humidity, slow and fast—it seems to spread slowly like ordinary mist, but it is so fast that it fills the entire illusion in the blink of an eye Space—involuntarily covering the entire field of vision.

In Chen Mo's eyes, the true face of "wind" is fully exposed, it is the strong and substantive Yin attribute magic element.

Now that he has killed six of the seven witches, the only one in the entire tomb who has the ability to manipulate such a huge Yin attribute magic element, besides Chen Mo himself, is the only one left.

"Satila..."

Looking in the direction where the Yin-type magic essence is most active, there is a slender black shadow standing there quietly.

Like a dress dress made of pure darkness, the long hair is loosely scattered behind the back, raising the hair like the claws of the night.

The moment the line of sight came into contact with the black shadow, all kinds of dirty and malicious emotions came like a tidal wave, and finally condensed into empathetic pain.

The pain of abuse, the pain of unspeakable injustice, the pain of being alone, the pain of being alone, the pain of powerlessness, the pain of passing years, the pain of being riddled with diseases, the pain of hunger and cold, the pain of being destitute, The pain of gritting your teeth...

Birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment and hatred, separation of love, not being able to get what one wants, being a human being is suffering—being born in the pain of a mother, going through a life full of various pains, and then passing away in the pain of relatives.

Really... so jealous...

Jealous of what others have, jealous of what one lacks...

So it's all taken care of.

All looted.

Everything——everything would be mine.

If you can't get it no matter what, then destroy it all.

Crazy ravings full of crazy thoughts directly impacted into the mind through the contact of sight, even with the strength of Chen Mo's consciousness, there was a feeling of recognition in an instant.

Why is the sun always so warm and so bright?Why do other people always have a happy smile?Why are they motivated to continue working hard no matter what difficulties they encounter?Why do you always have to bear the pain alone?

Ahhh... so enviable!

Want to dye the sun black!Make everyone else lose their smiles!Destroy all pride!Defile all ideals!Laugh at those struggling wretches recklessly!

And at the same time when Chen Mo felt a sense of identity deep in his heart, the dark shadow covering his surroundings quietly wrapped around his ankles, slowly creeping up little by little, ready to destroy the existence of the man itself.

The shadow spread over the calves, thighs, and eroded all the way to the waist.

Then, when the shadow came into contact with the glazed sword blade with lavender light spots hanging down, Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes.

The black and white eyeballs are calm and clear, without any trace of confusion or haze.