Kaboom!

A black police car stopped within the Kimbert City Police Department.

I must be crazy!

Probationary Inspector Vivienne got out of the car, and her long legs immediately attracted many eyes.

She did not realize it and was even still a little absent-minded.I actually kinda believed a random young brat telling me about ghouls Even though he isnt exactly young, merely four or five years younger than me, and he looks pretty cute Wait, what am I thinking? Case! Case!

When a homicide occurred in the jurisdiction, it was necessary to investigate it immediately. From todays interviews, Vivienne was dismayed to realize that she ended up empty-handed.

Vivienne, come to the office immediately. Theres an update on the victims information!

After returning to the department, she received good news.

Really? What did you find?

Viviennes spirit instantly roused, as though she saw her promotion and the removal of the word probationary.

Capone Ansino, thirty-seven years old, international fugitive, committed robberies and homicides in Holy Celberas Domingo City, resisted arrest, assaulted police Hes responsible for the deaths of at least seven people!

The slightly bald superior Blake handed the file over, and the first page was a sketch that looked identical to the victims appearance.

He merely changed his name before sneaking into our city. How daring! He probably thought that the hunt for him would reduce after crossing borders? Vivienne commented as she evaluated the material. The target possesses strong fighting abilities and is extremely fierce. Bounty of fifty gold punks! Somethings fishy! Very fishy!

Yes, a murderer like this definitely wouldnt be bitten to death by a few stray dogs. Even tigers or leopards are unlikely

Blake lit a cigar.

Inspector Blake! Probationary Inspector Vivienne! The chief wants to see you two! A police employee knocked on the door to inform them.

Half an hour later, a roar came from the chiefs office.

Why? This is my case, and Ive made significant progress. Why do I have to hand it over to the federal black coats? Just because theyre from the Federal Investigation Agency?

Sorry, but I want to remind you that were both donning the same black uniforms said a man in sunglasses and a black uniform emotionlessly. The reason why the Investigation Agency is taking over this matter is that you dont have the ability to resolve it

Thats right, Inspector Blake. After finding out that there might be dangerous creatures in Kimbert City, I opened an investigation and found many more strange cases of missing people. The targets are usually bachelors or the homeless whose death wouldnt attract much attention. The number was staggering!

The chief said calmly, From the files brought by the Investigation Agency, Ive found many similar cases have occurred in other areas, so Ive decided to hand the investigation over to them!

In fact I have something that I hope you can help me with! Clayon, the level two investigator from the Investigation Agency, smiled. I wonder if you can temporarily assign this beautiful lady to work on the case with me. I hope to have an assistant whos familiar with Kimbert City

Flames!

As far as the eye could see, dazzling flames were everywhere.

A group of people surged forth, holding fire torches, wearing tall-pointed hats, and concealing their faces.

They fled like how wild beasts and hunters contended.

Live! We must live on!

The last to appear was a pair of gentle and beautiful eyes, as well as the back view of that figure that refused to give up.

Ahh!!! Nietzsche screamed and woke up. He wiped the cold sweat off his face.

Since that day, he had become an orphan. His parents had told him that after he became an adult, his Sin Imprint would arouse and start to attract wave after wave of evil cultists.

They would use all sorts of unimaginable means to torture him, making him wail in pain before ultimately offering his flesh and soul as a sacrifice to an unknown demon.

This was the price and interest of his ancestors act of escaping despite being a sacrifice.

His ancestors had even speculated that the ritual was intentionally held in a way that allowed the ancestor to escape so that his bloodline descendants would become sacrifices.

Brat, what are you crying about? An angry voice came from the dark.

As a wandering orphan, Nietzsche had naturally never received any decent care. Even when he worked illegally, he would be ruthlessly exploited. But for his livelihood, he was capable of anything.

Currently, he was living under a bridge and covered in old newspapers and waste paper.

Around him were people in similar plights. Some went bankrupt, some were disabled, while others had severe illnesses. Finding a corpse every morning was not surprising at all.

And there was no warmth between them.

Nietzsche reached out and grabbed a black iron dagger.

Because of his nightmares, he was a light sleeper, but this had its advantages at least. At least, he did not need to worry about being ambushed in his sleep.

Ghoul, Miss Vivienne, and that mysterious store owner

He took in a deep breath as he thought about what he had encountered.

Yesterday, he had not eaten anything because he had spent his last pieces of copper on visiting Vincents exhibition and purchasing the Spirit Awakening Water.

Today was even more depressing.

Despite knowing some shocking information, that female probationary inspector did not seem to believe him at all.

No not right. My focus seems to be on the wrong things. I should investigate that mysterious store owner, Mr. Andy

The reason why he was so focused on this was that he wanted to obtain extraordinary power.

Starting his investigation from that store owner was undoubtedly much safer than on a ghoul.

Unfortunately, I dont have any money money? Wait, theres another person. The young man who spent a gold punk on a blood-red book!

Nietzsche patted his head firmly.

He realized that while being in that store, it always seemed easy for him to forget stuff.

Especially when he was speaking with the store owner, it seemed as though he would be subconsciously influenced by him and start neglecting other things.

What a terrifying person. If possible, I really dont want to have dealings with him But even if I could find that young man, would he share the secrets of the book with me?

Nietzsche started considering this possibility seriously.

Sha Sha!

Sha Sha!

After some time, an unusual sound entered his ears.

Is there something here?

He was alert as he clenched his dagger.

Suddenly, the breathing in the surroundings became much rougher. He was clearly not the only one here.

Is that rumor true? The homeless are being targeted?With this thought, Nietzsche became even more vigilant.

The homeless had their own social circle, and within Kimbert City, rumors had spread that many healthy homeless had gone missing.

Under the influence of this news, this small camp also became jittery at the slightest move.

Although these homeless had nothing to their names, they were still more than capable of doing extremely frightening things when forced into desperation.

With so many people here and all of us being on guard, the murderer shouldnt dare

Just as Nietzsche was feeling this way, he suddenly seemed to hear a faint chant.

The other partys accent was extremely queer, containing hissing noises.

May you be torn apart by black snakes. May you be poisoned by wasps. Flesh Puppets, obey me. I am the Voodoo King!!! Sshh

Hiss Hiss

Sha Sha!

All kinds of noises came, and shortly after, the sounds of things falling to the ground arrived.

People screamed in panic as they lit newspapers and oil lamps.

At that moment, with the help of the flames, Nietzsche seemed to spot wriggling black snakes and massive wasps as big as a fist in the air.

Smack!

A sharp pain came from his ankle, and numbness immediately spread throughout the body.

Nietzsches hand grew numb as the dagger fell onto the ground, and his entire body fell along with it.

Woo Woo His mouth seemed to have a ball in it as his tongue became so big that he could not say anything and could only make a low whine.

Afterward, he shockingly witnessed all the black snakes on the ground gradually turn into black smoke and disappear without a trace.

This is extraordinary power!

After this realization, Nietzsche looked around and finally saw a figure slowly approaching. It was Simon, the one he saw at the store earlier!

A mere weak and paralysis curse could actually cause such chaos in a homeless camp Voodoo Rituals is indeed impressive

Simon walked over, his face full of excitement. Selling everything I could and borrowing from a loan shark was definitely not in vain. With this power, I will become the emperor of Kimbert Citys darkness!

He casually kicked a blind person and came to a healthy-looking homeless man. Yes! Become a part of my power!

Of course, Simon had not randomly attacked a homeless camp for no reason. He was doing this to create Resurrected Corpses.

According to the content of Voodoo Rituals, his current magic power was too low, so he could only cast weak spells that were effective on ordinary people.

If he met the ghouls from the other day, it would still be very dangerous.

But it was different for Resurrected Corpses! They possessed immense strength and would not feel fatigue nor pain. With astonishing combat power, they were the best guardians for a Voodoo Wizard.

The main ingredients to creating Resurrected Corpses were healthy living humans!

It required the caster to use some drugs and spells to imprison the thoughts of living humans and only preserve the vitality of the body. And by going through a mysterious refinement to make the body even stronger, its strength would be unimaginable.

Sometimes, Voodoo Wizards even punished their enemies by turning them into such living dead so that they would suffer endless torment in eternal life.

Most importantly, these Resurrected Corpses were technically still alive! There were even examples of them being rescued.