Chapter 8, Character Flaws

He initially was just an ordinary person, a weakling. Even after becoming a remnant soul, undergoing a change in character, and gaining extraordinary powers, he remained a weakling. His character was fraught with various flaws, such as being easily carried away by pride and carelessness. If these traits are not changed, the same issues will arise again today

Wang Yuan's mind is in motion; he needs to become stronger, not only in terms of strength but also in character and other aspects

The eyes of a companion suddenly burst open, a force pierced through the gaps of the eyes, splattering black blood everywhere, and he fell to the ground, dying with a mad smile on his face

Only after finding the source of the sound did he become so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground: "The dead... the dead have come back to life"

Comoros was momentarily stunned when blood with a foul odor splashed across his face, and then he immediately screamed in terror, causing the arrow in his hand to miss its mark.

"Kill those crows in Comoros." Darkus's mouth overflowed with black blood, and he could no longer draw the bowstring, collapsing to the ground, with life nearing its end

Do not be afraid, Comoros!" Daxus shouted with his last ounce of strength, giving Comoros courage as he nocked an arrow and drew the bowstring

Wang Yuan did not stop; he commanded the injured crows that were on the verge of death to block the uninjured ones, while he charged towards another person, unleashing his power to kill the opponent

Ha ha ha! The corpse of Daxus emitted a laugh akin to that of sandpaper: "You have killed my messenger, so naturally, I will cultivate more messengers for myself."

The emergence of this issue can be attributed to numerous reasons, but the most significant one is that one is too weak. This weakness refers not only to strength but also encompasses various other aspects.

Wang Yuan's interference force surged forth, wrapping up some crow's blood from the ground and, using all of his interference power, splashed it onto Comoros' face

"I am currently conversing with you through what, and when the time comes, you may offer whatever you wish!" After saying this, the corpse of Darks closed its mouth

"Did you kill my messenger, human?!" This time the words were much more accurate, although there were still quite a few issues. At least Comoros understood what the other party was saying.

You have killed so many of my messengers, I curse you, you will die in agony from disease, your skin will rot, your blood will turn black, and your bones will decay

Wang Yuan turned his head to look at the dying Dakesi, no longer pondering so much, and without hesitation killed Dakesi, absorbing all the white mist and cool aura that emanated from him

Wang Yuan did not even have time to regret leaving this Comoros free of infectious pathogens, as his mind raced, contemplating ways to break the deadlock

The two remaining crows in the net finally struggled free, while the few injured crows have succumbed to their wounds. Daks had smeared a toxic plant sap on the arrows, and now only these two mutated crows from Wang Yuan's original thirteen remain.

Comoros trembled as he held the bow and arrow. Previously, he could shoot alongside others, but suddenly, those who died were dead, and those who remained were quickly perishing. After becoming the sole attacker, he found himself hesitant to strike, as that was the messenger of Negri.

The arrows pierced through the fishing nets, striking those crows, while a joyful smile spread across Dak's face. And what of Negri's followers? What of the disease? They too have fallen into my calculations.

The white mist surrounding him was still very thick. I thought it would take at least a few minutes to neutralize it, and during those few minutes, he would have enough time to kill the remaining crows. Wang Yuan charged towards Komoro, but the white mist on the other party made it impossible for Wang Yuan to even attempt a conversation with him

Thank you for the great favor of the esteemed Negri. Comoros expressed gratitude fervently, then cautiously inquired, "So, I wonder how I can summon the great Negri."

From the death of his companion, and subsequently the deaths of two others due to the plague, he began to faintly perceive the crows that followed them. Thus, he gradually formulated this plan: their deaths were inconsequential; eliminating these monsters to ensure that they would not carry the plague back to the village would be sufficient

My two messengers will follow you, helping to suppress the plague upon you. You need to promote my greatness, encouraging more people to assist in cultivating messengers for me. Otherwise, not only you but also your village will fall under my curse, perishing in the plague

"Did you kill my messenger!" Suddenly, a somewhat strange yet familiar phrase echoed, causing Komoro to be greatly alarmed as he hurriedly searched for the source of the voice

Now there are only six crows left, three of which have sustained serious arrow wounds, and whether they can survive is questionable. The main issue is that if Comoros does not resolve this, then all these crows will perish

"Humanity, seeing your foolish appearance, it is exceedingly difficult for you to achieve anything. In light of your sincerity, I grant you the right to summon me. In times of difficulty, you may seek my assistance."

Although the medical science here is not well-developed, and can even be described as ignorant and backward, they are aware that epidemics are contagious, especially the blood of those infected. Once contaminated, one will similarly fall under the scrutiny of Negri.

"No! Please, I did not mean to, it was all Darks who forced me. Spare me, respect the great Negri, please spare me, withdraw your curse, grant me a chance for atonement." Komoro pleaded on his knees, shouting in fear

Daxisi's hands trembled, blood flowed continuously from his nose, yet he still launched the arrow in his hand

Dake's emotions differ from those of other deceased individuals, filled with madness, determination, and satisfaction. His emotions and memories haunt Wang Yuan, yet he perceives the consciousness of a crow fading away once again.

You, you, you are Negri!" Comoros exclaimed in terror

"Yes, yes, yes, great Negri, I will follow your instructions," Komoro said hastily

Wang Yuansong let out a sigh of relief; the problem was finally resolved for the time being. Aside from the death of eleven crows, everything else was not significantly different from his plan

The other party's voice is extremely strange, with an unclear pronunciation; if one does not listen carefully, it is truly difficult to discern what is being said

"Please ... ... please speak, great Negri." Comoros trembled all over, his voice laden with too many emotions: ecstasy, fear, resentment, regret, and shame

It was indeed the deceased Darks who spoke, lying on the ground, his eyes dim and lifeless, yet his mouth opened and closed as if he were a fish struggling to breathe on land

Comoros waited cautiously for a while before confirming that the great Negri had departed, yet two pitch-black crows continued to fix their dark eyes on Dax.

Is it really so? The deceased Darks spoke in a strange tone, uttering vague words: "If you wish to atone, it is not impossible."

There will definitely be a way. Wang Yuan forced himself to calm down, and upon seeing the blood left by the crows, he thought of a seemingly feasible method: "It's just that my interference ability is still insufficient"