Chapter 10 Rating: S

"You are dead!"

The death of the healer, Duoduo, instantly ignited the Fire Spirit's rage. The staff in her hand burst into a raging inferno.

"Fire Curse: Wrathful Soul!"

The flames exploded, transforming into countless ghastly, grinning faces that surged toward Mo Xiao, each one radiating a chilling, lethal heat.

But Mo Xiao was as swift in his departure as he was in his approach. Almost the moment he drew his longsword, he leaped off the shoulder of a nearby rebel soldier, instantly vaulting out of their encirclement.

"Don't you dare run!" The Fire Spirit gritted her teeth, guiding the flaming faces to pursue Mo Xiao, desperate to consume his flesh and drink his blood.

The dark-haired youth beside her suddenly snapped back to reality and shouted, "Watch out! That guy is gone!"

"That guy" naturally referred to Mo Xuanyu.

While the attention of the two had been drawn to Mo Xiao, Mo Xuanyu had already stepped over the wreckage of the carriage and, using the cover of the night, flanked the heavy warrior.

This beleaguered heavy warrior had been locked in a grinding struggle against two junior knights and a pack of guards from start to finish. Though he was durable and heavily armored, he could only delay his many foes. Furthermore, now that he lacked the buff from his healer, his defense and recovery had dropped significantly, leaving him gradually suppressed by the two junior knights.

Mo Xuanyu's arrival was the final straw.

The heavy warrior felt a sudden chill behind him. A dark green longsword instantly pierced through a gap in his armor, driving through his leather padding and deep into his heart.

"You... you're coming with me!" The heavy warrior roared in desperate defiance, swinging his great hammer toward Mo Xuanyu’s head, gray flames flickering along its surface.

But Mo Xuanyu had no intention of lingering. He withdrew his blade and retreated, casually wiping the blood off the steel on a nearby corpse.

BOOM!

The giant hammer crashed into the ground, startling the birds of the entire forest and carving a deep, circular crater into the earth. It had to be said that these "God-Chosen" were worthy of the name; their final desperate strike was not to be underestimated.

Exhausted by that single swing, the heavy warrior was left wide open. The two experienced, battle-hardened junior knights did not miss the opportunity. They raised their lances in unison, piercing the heavy warrior’s chest from both sides.

"Yanyang!" The cries of the Fire Spirit and the dark-haired youth were gut-wrenching. In less than a minute, they had lost another close comrade. As the team's heavy warrior, Yanyang had always worn the thickest armor and endured the most brutal blows, shielding the Fire Spirit and the others from countless attacks.

The light faded from Yanyang’s eyes, growing dull and lifeless. He slumped to the ground, two lances still protruding from his back. Watching the Fire Spirit and the dark-haired youth run toward him, his heart was filled with regret and reluctance.

So, this is what death feels like...

Yanyang struggled to reach out, as if trying to rise again, but the Grim Reaper was never merciful.

Thus, another God-Chosen fell.

[You have slain the God-Chosen "Yanyang," gaining 1 Free Attribute Point.]

"I will kill you! I absolutely will kill you!" The Fire Spirit’s eyes were bloodshot and ferocious. Gritting her teeth, she disregarded her mana consumption and unleashed her most powerful offensive magic.

"Fire Curse: Crimson Dragon!"

Countless flames surged from her staff, coalescing into a fire dragon the size of a locomotive, lunging toward Mo Xuanyu with jaws agape.

Meeting an opponent’s ultimate move head-on was the height of stupidity. Mo Xuanyu darted into the depths of the forest. The fire dragon, for all its might, could not keep pace with him—not when Mo Xuanyu possessed 16 points in Agility.

Instead, thanks to Mo Xuanyu’s deliberate steering, the fire dragon ignited the surrounding trees, filling the battlefield with thick, choking smoke that obscured the vision of the Fire Spirit and her team.

"Damn it!"

The Fire Spirit’s face turned pale. Although the fire dragon was devastatingly powerful, she had not yet mastered it well enough given her current Intelligence, making the spell’s cost immense. Her vision blurred, and a sharp ringing filled her ears. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth—signs of severe mental exhaustion.

Yet, she forced herself to stand, desperate to blast the demon who had killed her companions into fragments as a tribute to the souls of Duoduo and Yanyang.

Within the thick smoke, the fire dragon finally caught its target, colliding with a thunderous explosion.

Eric curled into a ball, while the surrounding guards raised their shields to encircle him.

THUD!

The Fire Spirit collapsed, unable to hold on any longer. She coughed up blood, yet a smile uncontrollably tugged at her lips.

"Finally... finally got him..." The catharsis of revenge brought her both joy and sorrow; she laughed and cried at the same time. Even though Mo Xuanyu was dead, she would never see her teammates again.

Everything always happened so suddenly.

*Sacred Geometry*... it wasn't a game.

She understood that truth far more deeply now.

Wait...

Where was the kill notification?

The system prompts of *Sacred Geometry* were a boon for the God-Chosen, allowing them to verify if their attacks had successfully neutralized an opponent. But by the time the Fire Spirit, whose judgment had been clouded by hatred, realized this, it was already too late.

She jerked her head up. A flintlock pistol was pressed against her forehead.

Moravinas's sidearm: [Twilight Mourner].

Cold sweat drenched her back. Her pupils trembled as she stared in disbelief at the figure before her.

"I’m curious about one thing," Mo Xuanyu said, looking down at her, holding his sword in one hand and the pistol in the other, his pale blue eyes devoid of emotion. "Do you people actually care if your companions live or die?"

He tilted his head slightly, his voice calm and melodic, yet to the Fire Spirit, it sounded like the voice of a demon.

"Fire Spirit-jie!"

The dark-haired youth in the distance tried to rush over to rescue her, but Mo Xiao had him pinned down, holding the upper hand and leaving him no room to maneuver or divide his attention.

The Fire Spirit had always been headstrong. Even in the face of death, she showed no fear. She sneered at Mo Xuanyu. "Of course we do. I’m not like you, you cold-blooded devil, feeling nothing when your comrades die."

Mo Xuanyu heard this and looked puzzled. "You were the ones who attacked first, weren't you?"

"If I’m a devil for killing your companions, then what does that make you?"

"You...!"

The Fire Spirit was choked for words. It was indeed their team that had initiated the battle; acting self-righteous now was truly shameless.

She glared at him, then shrieked to the dark-haired youth, "Run!"

Mo Xuanyu said no more and pulled the trigger.

[You have slain the God-Chosen "Fire Spirit," gaining 1 Free Attribute Point.]

Gunpowder smoke and the scent of blood hit Mo Xuanyu’s face. He turned his gaze toward the last remaining member of the God-Chosen team.

"Fire Spirit-jie!"

The dark-haired youth’s eyes were filled with tears; he was on the verge of a breakdown. Who could have imagined that an A-rank assassination mission would involve two elite-level NPCs like Mo Xuanyu and Mo Xiao, who had effortlessly forced their entire four-person team into a dead end?

If they had known this would be the outcome, they should have decisively abandoned the mission and returned to *Sacred Geometry*.

Now Duoduo was dead, Yanyang was dead, and Fire Spirit-jie was dead...

Everything was gone.

Just as the dark-haired youth fell into despair, a mutation occurred.

The corpse of the Fire Spirit suddenly began to swell, and a startling heat reaction radiated from it.

"Fire Curse: Storm."

This was the final trump card of a fire mage—a card that could only be triggered after death.

A flicker of surprise finally appeared in Mo Xuanyu’s eyes. He immediately retreated, distancing himself from the corpse. But a trump card designed for post-mortem use was not so easily avoided.

BOOM!

A massive wave of flame erupted in a 10-meter radius, blooming like a lotus before violently contracting into a giant fire tornado. From the moment the body began to swell to the explosion, Mo Xuanyu had only 0.5 seconds to react.

He rolled and immediately snatched up a nearby shield to brace against the incoming wall of fire.

Yet, the steel-forged shield began to glow red and melt instantly in the face of the firestorm, a testament to the terrifying temperature.

A God-Chosen like the Fire Spirit, who possessed a fire mage talent from the start, could practically walk sideways within *Sacred Geometry* and would be courted by countless guilds. If she had been given more time to grow, with her talent, she might have truly become a renowned figure among her peers.

With the Fire Spirit’s corpse at the center, the firestorm acted like a vortex, trying to pull Mo Xuanyu into the core to be burned to ash.

Mo Xiao saw this and immediately activated the grappling device on his wrist. The hook shot out, wrapped around Mo Xuanyu’s waist, and yanked him out of the firestorm zone.

The firestorm raged for about fifteen seconds before gradually subsiding.

CLANG!

Mo Xuanyu discarded the mangled, melted shield. Thanks to Mo Xiao’s help, he had escaped the storm zone. Otherwise, once the shield had completely liquified, he would have had to endure those flames and high temperatures with his own flesh—even if he hadn't died, he would have been severely wounded.

He liked smart children.

There was no time for thanks, for Mo Xuanyu noticed the dark-haired youth had already fled. He commanded Mo Xiao, "Go after him, Wolf."

"He must die."

Mo Xuanyu could not accept the "low-IQ" plot trope of letting a tiger return to the mountains. If they had more friends, and those friends came looking for revenge later, the trouble would be immense. He didn't want to sleep at night with a knife hidden under his pillow.

Countless historical lessons had taught Mo Xuanyu that you didn't just pull out the weeds; you had to pour a full bottle of herbicide into the soil. This wasn't just for his own safety; it was a sign of respect for his enemies.

"Understood." Wolf received the order and set off immediately. Just like the code name Mo Xuanyu had given him, he was as agile as a wolf, disappearing into the forest in the blink of an eye.

Mo Xuanyu then turned to Eric and instructed, "Your Highness, please wait here for me. Don't wander off. I’m going to finish off those assassins. I will be back within ten minutes."

"Right, no problem. I’ll do whatever you say. Be careful on your way."

At this moment, Eric had fully realized who held the real power. His attitude was impeccable, and he had no objections to Mo Xuanyu’s arrangements—after all, his survival depended entirely on him.

Mo Xuanyu nodded, satisfied, and turned to follow in Wolf's footsteps.