Killer Mercenary Tao

"Go. Gather other items, abilities, materials… anything that can enhance energy attributes for me."

"I want them all~"

After leaving the Rank Management Office, Bai Cangshu said this to Jin Yue’an and Black Butler.

Black Butler frowned.

"The material from One Sword Red didn’t work well?"

He placed great importance on that deal, not only because he thought highly of One Sword Red as a Reincarnator, but also because the material itself was extremely valuable.

Black Butler had now basically taken on the role of Mercenary Tao’s exclusive broker. This was his best chance to step into the uppermost ranks of power in the Reincarnation Space.

An Information Broker could indeed live quite comfortably for a time.

By relying on connections within the Space to resell information and resources, one could reap considerable gains and use them to strengthen one’s ability to survive.

And in mission worlds, they could also voluntarily abandon certain dangerous missions, using items or hiring other powerful Reincarnators to escape danger.

But as one’s rating continued to rise, the mission worlds would only become more dangerous.

Moreover, if one could not truly enter the circles of those top Title-level Reincarnators, one would ultimately remain a nobody, liable to be replaced by a new Information Broker at any moment.

He had been lucky enough. That day, he had merely been waiting in the Space when he unexpectedly encountered Mercenary Tao, who had been looking for an Information Broker to deliberately spread news. That was how they became connected.

After that, Mercenary Tao rose rapidly as if he had cheats enabled, becoming a newly ascended top-tier Reincarnator at a pace no one could react to.

Even Supreme Experts acknowledged his strength.

The name Mercenary Tao had surpassed codenames such as Tang Sanzang, Sage, and Mahakala, becoming the very symbol through which low-level Reincarnators now imagined top-tier Reincarnators.

He had to seize this opportunity!

Black Butler had nearly immediately wanted to look into information related to One Sword Red, ready at any time to abandon him and use his information to compensate Mercenary Tao for his losses.

But the red-haired woman beside him, Jin Yue’an, pushed up her glasses and smiled.

"No, that material worked very well. Probably far better than my lord expected!"

She was growing more and more capable of grasping Lord Mercenary Tao’s emotions.

Bai Cangshu said nothing, but his smile became increasingly apparent.

"Black Butler, convey my intentions to those people. So long as they can give me what I need…"

"A name, coordinates… then their grievances can naturally be settled. Ha~"

Bai Cangshu laughed freely as he headed toward the Cultivation Institute. He raised a hand and gave it a wave, and Black Butler immediately understood what he meant.

Mercenary Tao intended to expand the model of his deal with One Sword Red!

Anyone who could offer what Mercenary Tao wanted could have Mercenary Tao kill someone for them!

A name, coordinates, and then leave everything to Mercenary Tao…

Black Butler lowered his head and adjusted his top hat. That cruelty, which held not the slightest reverence for life, made him shudder.

No, it was not merely a lack of reverence for life. Mercenary Tao seemed to have no intention whatsoever of debating or refuting morality, good, or evil.

No restrictions. You paid, he took a life.

"I… understand…"

Black Butler turned and left. Not long afterward, the news caused an uproar among small gatherings and teams.

Some believed Mercenary Tao had fallen into madness and completely lost control. Even a top-tier Reincarnator was not an all-powerful Supreme Expert who could do whatever he pleased!

No, even Supreme Experts did not mean one could casually kill anyone.

Battles between Reincarnators were not only contests of ability; more often than not, they were contests of information.

Mercenary Tao’s arrogant conduct had practically placed him against everyone.

The Infinite Dimensional Space was not the Dragon Ball World, and Reincarnators were not those Martial Artists. No one would simply sit back and allow a top-tier Reincarnator, who might come to assassinate them at any time because someone with a grudge against them had named a price, to live in peace!

This behavior would inevitably cause more Reincarnators to band together, analyze Mercenary Tao’s information, and even combine forces to form Kill Bai Alliances far beyond anything seen before…

Black Butler naturally saw this information as well, but he merely sat in his Private Space, continuously drinking coffee.

He knew better than anyone how "smart" Mercenary Tao was. He must have anticipated this long ago, but Mercenary Tao… did not care.

That man’s strength and arrogance had already far surpassed what these Reincarnators could imagine.

Of course, quite a few Reincarnators developed an even stronger worship of Mercenary Tao because of this.

It could even be called a peculiar phenomenon.

Before the powerful and cruel Mercenary Tao, countless weak Reincarnators knew from the bottom of their hearts that they possessed no possibility of challenging him.

Thus, they began to worship such unparalleled strength, fantasizing about being able to join his ranks.

These people had already begun gathering on a large scale in Paradise in the real world.

Within an enormous Private Space, a bronze ancient castle stood at the edge of a cliff. Although the cliff and the sea below were merely illusions, the castle alone probably occupied over a thousand square meters.

That was enough to prove that this Reincarnator was also a powerful and vicious figure who had slaughtered countless other Reincarnators.

Inside the castle, a thin man with a face as withered as dead wood sat upon a pitch-black throne.

Below him stood a massive round table, with bronze chairs arranged one after another.

At that moment, seven people were seated there.

All seven had their heads lowered, their expressions grave.

The man on the throne had sallow hair hanging beside his temples as though it might drift away in the wind at any moment.

"Fate, Miu, and that useless swordsman were probably all killed by Mercenary Tao, weren’t they~"

The man’s voice was soft, hoarse, and wavering. It was not only difficult to hear, but unpleasant as well.

He stood up, revealing a height of over two and a half meters. His immense stature, paired with that withered body, made his Avatar look equally twisted.

Every one of the seven people at the round table was a Title-level Reincarnator, each once a senior member or pillar of some team.

But now, they had all become knights of this Mad King.

Their former teammates and members had either been abandoned or killed by the Mad King.

"Yes, Your Majesty. We received word that Mottled Light Color, the swordsman who refused our recruitment, One Sword Red, has joined Paradise."

"There is a high probability that he struck a deal with Mercenary Tao and had the three killed."

Bang!

Mad King suddenly slammed a fist into the black throne. Amid the thunderous crash, his flesh burst apart with a pop.

His frail arm snapped outright, blood splattering across the round table. Then the table began to burn.

That green blood seemed to spontaneously ignite upon touching anything.

Protected by the Space, the seven people were unaffected, but their faces still showed discomfort.

"King, shall we go execute One Sword Red?"

Though approaching Mercenary Tao’s Paradise at a time like this was not a good idea, watching Mad King lose his mind was an equally terrible choice.

The only acceptable thing was that compared to this Mad King, Mercenary Tao was probably… much easier to communicate with.

The few exchanged glances, all reaching the same decision.

The man spent Dimensional Points to restore his arm, then sat back down on the throne, panting heavily.

"What use is executing that man? If we are to kill someone, naturally we kill Mercenary Tao… kill everyone in that Paradise!"

The man grew increasingly crazed.

Above the bronze castle, an enormous Sword of Damocles appeared. All kinds of gleams coiled around the sword, and its blade was so rusted that it was nearly breaking apart.

The others looked at one another, unsure how to speak.

But Mad King merely waved a hand.

"You need not worry. Soon, the entire world shall fall into my hands. Mercenary Tao’s little tricks, heh… I shall shatter them with a wave of my hand!"

Mad King’s voice became deep and steady. The flesh on his body also gradually filled out, and the others all breathed sighs of relief upon seeing this.

In the Reincarnation Space, a place where one only needed to pay a sufficient price to remove nearly all negative effects from abilities and bloodlines, someone had actually strengthened himself until he became neither human nor ghost. He truly was a madman.

But perhaps it was precisely this madness, precisely because he willingly endured every negative effect, that made him so… terrifying.

Red Dust, his long hair draped over his shoulders as he sat at one corner of the bronze round table, watched Mad King from the corner of his eye and thought this.

As for Mad King moving against Mercenary Tao, he secretly cheered.

Mercenary Tao was also a madman. When two madmen like that met, one of them was bound to fall.

Still, Red Dust hoped Mad King would be the one to fall more. After all, at this very moment, he had once again been entangled by that troublesome ability…

"Damn it, where the hell did they get these disgusting authorities? Can’t they fight me properly, head-on? Fuck…"