Chapter 982 - Death with A Strike (2/2)

Mortals who could retain their composure even when there were highs and lows were few and far between. It could even be said that they did not exist. The state of mind of every person would always change, no matter the magnitude.

Famous people in history were not exempted from that as well.

This God of Death, who stood highest among all, was flexible enough. He could bargain with Sir System, squeeze every last drop of magic out of it with the cleverness of a vendor on the streets.

“This man has far thicker skin than you and me both. It’s no wonder I lost so much from the past few bargains,” Sir System commented resentfully. “This Culinary God is a better client, with his high horses and pure heart.”

“Okay, let’s get back to business. Who knows how many lives would suffer from your dallying.” Fang Ning pushed.

“Don’t you guilt trip me. I know what I’m doing,” Sir System said angrily.

Next, Death started to work his magic.

Sir System had opened a tunnel that connected the system space to the outside world, of course, or the other could not cast the spell at all.

Fang Ning looked at his surroundings attentively through the System View.

A real deity, casting in his true form, was quite a rare sight.

The few gods he had encountered before were all handicapped incarnations with limited magical energy and numerous limits. They could not compare to the current Death at all when he had absorbed enough pure magical energy.

Then, a huge eye appeared between Heaven and Earth, rotating towards all directions.

Countless creatures curled in on themselves in terror of the feeling — what they sensed was truly a presence from the Upper Realm.

The strong presence they felt was akin to what a human would experience when facing the sea, or an ant facing the skies.

Luckily, the eye disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. Then, all creatures breathed in relief and went back to their own business.

“I found it,” Death said mildly.

A 3D image appeared in front of Fang Ning, only for him to see an extremely familiar city, an equally familiar building block, and finally his room.

A laptop, with wear and tear at a few places, sat on a dusty computer table.

“Uh, isn’t this the rented apartment that I lived in before?” Fang Ning said angrily. “I remember clearly that I had taken this laptop when I moved, so why is it still there? There’s really something wrong.”

“You’re stating the obvious. There is a spirit here,” Sir System mocked. “This guy really knows his tactics, hiding down here right before us.”

After locating the target, Death bestowed the skill combos onto the black sword floating in front of him.

Death’s Touch!

Death’s Secret!

Death’s Eye!

Bestowment Extrication!

The next moment, the black sword flew out from the system space and appeared instantly on top of the house Fang Ning once lived in.

White smoke descended from the skies, while rays of divine light interspersed among the smoke. Dragons roared, and the shimmering Heavenly Sword killed its target with a strike.

As the combination of four skills attacked, the shadow hiding in Fang Ning’s laptop instantly felt that trouble was coming.

When it sensed trouble, everything was already coming to an end.

“Boom!”

The computer turned into ashes, and the house was destroyed with it.

“Uh, my memories and youth have disappeared forever…” Fang Ning sighed.

“We should’ve done that earlier. This guy nearly discovered my true identity…” Sir System said.