Keno had already dealt with most of the people on the scene.
A man, realizing he could not escape death, growled viciously, "Killing us won't help. The Eight Fingers will rise again. As long as humans are ruled by pleasure, our spirit will never die."
Watching him try to disgust Keno, she said coldly, "Sorry, I am an undead. Whether it's a hundred years or two hundred, the Eight Fingers will never have a chance to grow, not until this kind of belief disappears."
The man's face fell into despair. He had never imagined this. An undead? Competing in longevity with an undead? This was like a novice adventurer trying to slay a dragon—pure madness.
Seeing him completely hopeless, Keno finished him off, then looked at Mechanical Spider.
"Mechanical Spider, clean up the rest of the Eight Fingers. Also, provide me with the list of nobles who came into contact with the things sold by the Eight Fingers."
Mechanical Spider quickly left after receiving the order. At level 60, they crushed the Eight Fingers easily. With their intelligence network, this mission would be completed in less than three days.
"Belief, huh." Keno looked at the room full of corpses and clenched her fist. He wasn't entirely wrong. As long as humans are controlled by desires and emotions, new groups like the Eight Fingers will inevitably appear in the future.
After rescuing the women here, Keno quickly regrouped with Ren. She wanted to discuss something with him and hoped he would allow her next plan.
On the city streets, the guards were on high alert, asking around for news. No matter the reason, the nobles were dead.
To win the people's trust, the king would surely investigate who was behind their deaths. As for what they did while alive, the dead were beyond reproach.
"This kingdom is hopeless," Keno muttered as she teleported away.
The girl in the carriage woke up, holding a bowl of hot porridge. Tears streamed down her face. She had been saved, but now she didn't know where to go or even where her hometown was.
Outside the carriage, Ren ignored her. Originally, he had thought to just give her some money and let her fend for herself. But now, that was impossible. Leaving her alone would mean certain death.
Ren opened the carriage curtain, revealing the bed inside. The girl was still sitting there, holding the porridge, looking at him with a confused gaze.
"Hurry and eat. It will help you recover faster. Do you want me to erase your bad memories?" Ren said softly.
For an ordinary person to lose their memory, the required magic level wasn't high. His scroll magic was more than enough.
"Losing my memory… would that stop the pain?" The girl's voice trembled with tears. She feared that even if she forgot everything, she would be deceived again, sent to a noble's bed the same way as before. With her experience, she didn't believe that forgetting would protect her from being tricked a second time.
"That's not certain." Knowing the nature of this world, Ren didn't want to lie to her.
The girl fell silent again. She could tell he didn't intend to take her in. Since that was the case, she had no reason to stay thick‑skinned and linger. This time, she planned to find a quiet place and end her life.
Ren closed the curtain and didn't try to comfort her. He wanted her to think things through on her own.
In the end, no matter how much he said, if he wasn't willing to take responsibility, it would all be meaningless.
At that moment, Keno returned.
"Handled it?" Ren asked softly.
"Yeah." Keno dropped herself onto Ren's lap, clearly still frustrated.
"What's wrong?"
"The Pleasure Demon God is supposed to be dead, right? Then why do these people still worship something like that?" Keno finally voiced the doubt that had been gnawing at her. She couldn't forget what that last member of Eight Fingers said before he died.
Ren thought for a moment, then explained, "The Pleasure Demon God doesn't kill people directly. He amplifies the evil thoughts inside their hearts. For those who don't respond to temptation, he uses drugs to force them into experiencing pleasure beyond their limits, making them addicted. He feeds on human desires. And people who chase extreme pleasure will naturally seek him out."
"Ren, I've made up my mind. I want to build my own faction."
"Hm?"
"To punish people like them, I have to become even more ruthless." Keno understood this clearly. Only the evil can deal with the evil.
"That much is true. But have you thought through the direction?" Ren looked at her.
"I have. An assassins' organization." Keno recalled the adventurers who would do anything as long as they were paid. But this organization would be different.
They would only take assassination requests— even the ones that paid little. She wanted those greedy nobles to live in fear.
And even ordinary citizens would gain the power to fight back through the organization.
"That could work." Ren was surprised but agreed with her idea.
After all, if someone wanted to hire assassins, they would need to provide information. Such an organization could supply him with a massive amount of intel.
"Ren…" Keno suddenly grew bashful.
"You're out of money?" After spending so much time with her, Ren naturally understood what she was thinking.
"…Mm." Keno nodded.
"Use it as you like." Over the years, Ren had melted many gold coins into ingots and robbed countless places. He was obscenely wealthy— calling him rich enough to drown in gold wouldn't be an exaggeration.
"That's great, thank you, Ren."
Keno immediately hugged Ren, and clung onto him.
She felt incredibly lucky to have met Ren in her most desperate moment.
"Um… that…" a weak voice came from inside the carriage.
Keno quickly composed herself.
When alone, she could act freely, but in front of others, she felt restrained.
"Have you finished the porridge?"
Ren opened the door curtain and asked the girl naturally.
"Mm."
The girl nodded, then said weakly, "Where… are you planning to leave me?"
Ren and Keno were both stunned.
Yes, where to leave her was a problem.
They were undead and, to be honest, didn't want too much contact with humans.
They didn't realize that their perspective had already subtly changed.
After all, they had once been human.
"Um… that…"
The girl was wary.
During the journey, she had asked the same thing, and there had been no reply until they arrived in Hell.
"Keno, what did you do to others?"
Ren looked at her.
He knew exactly what she had just done.
Keno thought for a moment and said, "The kingdom soldiers came. I saw that they were treated gently, so I left."
"It's not suitable to hand her over to the soldiers now. We've missed the best time."
Ren frowned.
Giving her money to survive wouldn't work.
She didn't have the skills to protect her wealth and would likely end up in danger.
"The organization needs people too. I think training her to become an assassin will solve both problems."
Keno couldn't let her go, so she found an excuse that both of them could accept.
"Alright."
Ren descended the stairs.
Although the girl didn't know what they intended, it seemed they wanted to take her in.
She felt uneasy, after all once the seed of doubt was planted, it was hard to remove.
Both of them were action-oriented and immediately set off back.
The Mechanical Spider worked even harder to gather intelligence.
Ren nearly used up all the summoning scrolls to create a vast information network.
Now, they only needed to wait for it to take effect.
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