“Haha… haha… What joke are you talking about… a force that affects the entire world, how come I haven’t sensed it?”
Dover Lang dryly chuckled, but Angela could clearly hear the fear in his heart.
“At this point, do I still have any reason to deceive you?”
Jack laughed loudly: “Because right now, I am no longer the human I used to be; therefore, what are a little toxin and curse to me?”
His voice became increasingly hoarse and deep…
Boom!
Suddenly, Jack exploded, as if he had merely been wearing a human skin all along.
What appeared in his place was a terrifying monster.
It was about three meters tall, covered all over with black veins resembling small snakes. Its right hand had completely mutated into a black hook, with rows of menacing barbs protruding from its spine. Its mouth had two sharp, snow-white fangs dripping with foul-smelling saliva. Two grotesque, malformed lumps protruded from its back, as if trying to grow into a pair of flesh wings, yet they were hideously deformed and ugly. No matter how one looked at it, this creature was completely different from the former Jack.
Whoosh!
Before Jack had even finished transforming, Angela’s expression turned serious. She dashed forward like a phantom.
Her dagger became a streak of light, instantly slashing at the monster’s neck in a throat-cutting motion.
Squelch!
A sound like slicing through thick leather rang out. Angela felt her blade resistance increase, realizing that the dagger had barely penetrated a third of the way before being gripped tightly by hard muscles, as solid as a wall.
Bang!
A sudden gust of wind blew, and she immediately leapt backward, leaving behind a large crater where she had stood.
“This little dagger—were you trying to tickle me?”
From within the smoke, the transformed Jack stepped forward slowly, the half-buried dagger still hanging from his neck, completely unconcerned.
“It seems this world’s power will manifest people’s inner ugliness… In the real world, I had a nickname, and now I’ve truly become Jack the Ripper…”
Jack raised his right hook hand and sneered: “Now, little darlings, who wants to be the first?”
“Barbarian Charge!”
Before he had even finished speaking, Dover Lang roared from across the battlefield, his muscles bulging as he transformed into a small giant, charging forward ferociously.
Bang!
The massive axe midair was caught by Jack below, revealing his mocking gaze: “Not enough! This level of damage is far from sufficient…”
With a casual flick of his right hook,
Slash!
A streak of black light flashed through the air, and Dover Lang looked on in shock as his right arm, still gripping the axe, had cleanly been severed.
Pain and blood gushed forth, finally making him snap back to reality: “You damned, despicable insect! How dare you harm me?”
Only now did he finally accept the truth—this Ripper monster before him was completely different from the newbie Jack they had known before.
“Harm you?”
Jack laughed loudly: “I don’t just want to harm you—I’m going to slowly gut you alive. Don’t worry, my craftsmanship is excellent. With your physique, you might even live long enough to see your own heart!”
“You underestimate us Revenants too much!”
At the same time Jack was speaking, Angela silently appeared behind him, launching dozens of mysterious purple threads from her hands: “You thought I was specialized in Rogue and Poisoner builds? Wrong—you see, actually… my strongest skill is Puppet Mastery!”
Pfft! Pfft!
In an instant, dozens of purple threads pierced into Jack’s body, something even his mutated flesh could not resist.
Crack! Crack!
Dozens of puppets of various shapes emerged, their claws and blades swiftly restraining Jack’s limbs.
“Dover Lang, now!”
Catherine shouted loudly.
“Ha ha… I’ve been waiting for this!”
Dover Lang roared, a strange lion-headed totem appearing behind his back: “Totem Power, Boost! Second-stage Berserk!”
The lion-headed figure blazed with fierce flames, transforming into a blood-red beam of light that merged into Dover Lang’s body.
His body grew even larger, each step causing the cave to tremble slightly as he charged forward: “Decapitation Axe!”
Boom!
In his hands, a peculiar massive blue axe materialized, clearly radiating intense magical energy.
The blade flashed, and in the next moment, it effortlessly cleaved into Jack’s shoulder, slicing his body clean in half.
Plop!
Emerald-green blood splattered everywhere, and disgusting internal organs and entrails spilled across the ground. Dover Lang immediately shrank back to his normal size, clutching his wound with a weary expression: “Damn it! Fighting a newbie was even more exhausting than soloing the King of Savagery!”
“It seems this world truly holds terrifying power…”
Angela looked at Jack’s corpse on the ground, still shaken: “Thankfully, we both still had some hidden cards left!”
“How about we try it?”
A sly expression appeared on Dover Lang’s face: “To obtain great power, even if it means losing our human appearance, it seems like a small price. Besides, we’re about to return anyway, and the Celestial Temple’s healing will ensure our lives are safe…”
“This…”
Angela hesitated slightly, a natural feminine instinct of vanity surfacing.
However, before she could reach a decision, a sinister voice suddenly sounded nearby: “It’s useless. You no longer have time to adapt…”
They recognized this voice immediately—it was Jack!
“He’s not dead yet?”
Dover Lang stared at the ground in shock, only to find the corpse had vanished without a trace, leaving not even a drop of blood behind.
“Hehehe…”
Accompanied by eerie laughter, Jack’s figure slowly emerged from the shadows, completely intact: “Nice hidden cards. How about another round?”
“Immortality?!”
Angela exclaimed in disbelief: “No! That’s impossible! How could such an enhancement appear on you?”
“Whether it’s true or not, why not test it yourself?”
Jack licked his black hook hand: “First, it was Dover Lang’s arm. Next, I’ll take your thigh!”
Pfft!
In the next instant, Angela and Dover Lang exchanged glances, and the battle erupted once again!
Violent fighting sounds continuously echoed from the cave. Unknown how much time had passed, Angela lay on the ground, her right leg gone, her body covered in wounds, and despair etched across her face.
Beside her, Dover Lang’s head lay lifelessly on the ground, his eyes wide open in disbelief.
The Jack the Ripper before them was a complete monster, possessing even immortality. No matter how many times they killed him, he would quickly revive, unscathed.
Originally, with potions and items, she and Dover Lang had managed to kill him multiple times, but each resurrection allowed Jack to gradually wear them down until they were both defeated.
“Fear? Despair? What a perfect atmosphere… Come on… give me even more bloodshed!”
Jack roared, impaling Angela with his hook hand and throwing her onto a stone platform: “You’re about to witness what true top-tier disemboweling skills look like…”
There was an eerie tone in Jack’s voice.
Soon after, Angela truly heard the sound of her own insides being ripped open.
At this moment, however, her dazed eyes suddenly regained clarity: “I understand… This place isn’t the original cave at all. You can’t resurrect infinitely. All of this… is just a dream!”
“You guessed right, but what good does it do you now? Farewell!”
The monster Jack laughed maniacally and cut off Angela’s head.
…
Inside the cave.
Jack stared silently at the two corpses lying before him.
His current appearance was completely different from his transformed state in the dream.
He wore a black trench coat, his hat pulled low over his face, revealing only his black hook hand remained unchanged.
“After accepting that power, I indeed became a monster, but what awakened was my ability over dreams…”
Jack murmured softly, collecting the items and artifacts the two Revenants had displayed in the dream.
Clearly, the real Jack the Ripper’s strength lay in his ability to silently hypnotize his targets and draw them into dreams.
Moreover, injuries sustained in the dream would manifest as real damage to the physical body. If one died in the dream, they truly died.
Within the dream, Jack was invincible. No matter how powerful the artifacts the two Revenants wielded, they were helpless.
“I was willing to fall into the abyss and become a monster, just to complete my revenge!”
Jack removed his round hat, revealing his face.
On half of his face, hideous purplish-red patterns crawled across his skin, making him look terrifying. A constant swirl of black energy surrounded his body.
After completing his revenge, however, Jack unavoidably felt a deep emptiness.
He could even sense his own sanity gradually slipping away.
Perhaps, before long, he would become a true monster, taking pleasure in slaughtering other beings in dreams, forgetting everything that came before.
“For revenge, I can abandon everything, but what I can never forsake are those cherished memories…”
Jack sighed softly: “I wonder if the Celestial Temple’s healing can resist this corruption…”
He put his hat back on, preparing to leave, when suddenly a violent tremor shook the cave.
The entire black stone mountain trembled and roared… cracks formed along the walls, revealing strange patterns beneath.
Then, a mighty and awe-inspiring presence surged from deep within the mountain. This terrifying pressure was even far beyond that of the previous monstrous bird or the vengeful spirit tyrant, carrying an ancient and chaotic aura.
“Who…”
A vast and distant voice directly appeared in Jack’s mind, making him feel that his dream-manipulation abilities were like child’s play before this presence.
“Who… disturbed the slumber of the mighty God-Eater?”
As the voice sounded, the entire hill began a shocking transformation.
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