Cheat Awakening-Chapter 684 - . The Knife That Cuts Everything

"Brat, that broken knife with a bit of hell's blessing of yours can't pierce the heart of an ancient god. Don't you think you're underestimating a god a bit too much—especially an ancient one?"

Although the appearance of another voice was completely unexpected, Myne reacted quickly, turning his head toward the source instead of panicking.

He saw a figure sitting on the edge of the pit, upon a luxurious golden-red throne-like chair.

The figure wore a top hat and a purple three-piece tuxedo. He possessed an extremely handsome face, with orange amber pupils framed by black eyeliner, enough to charm 95% of the women in the world.

He sat on his chair, chin resting on one hand, leg crossed over the other, in a cool manner, looking at Myne with an amused expression, especially at the cursed knife, as if he were watching a child with a toy gun trying to rob a gangster.

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Myne, reading the appraisal result, was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out. He couldn't believe someone would give him such a powerful treasure as if handing him a cheap fruit knife.

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"Who the hell is this guy?" Myne cast a puzzled look at the mysterious figure, who was still sitting on his throne in a cool manner, staring at him playfully. Now, to further fuel Myne's jealousy, he was also holding a red wine glass, taking small sips from it, clearly, he was in a full mood to enjoy the show.

However, Myne didn't have time to curse the other party out of jealousy, as he found his field of vision almost blacking out, the sound of countless people screaming started echoing in his head and he was on the verge of falling and transforming into a mindless monster.

Taking a deep breath to regain his composure, he grasped the fruit knife tightly and directly stabbed it toward the heart of the ancient god.

This time, the heart wasn't indifferent like a rock, letting Myne do as he wished. Perhaps instinctively sensing the danger coming from the knife, its beating suddenly accelerated.

A terrifying aura burst out like a shield covering the sky. The three big bosses, who were fighting over their new toy, which was almost broken in the middle of their random snatching, as if receiving an emergency signal from the heart, suddenly paused before their eyes turned red, and they rushed toward the huge pit like madmen.

They roared desperately as if warning Myne against doing anything stupid.

The entire sky changed colour, the earth shook, dark and gloomy clouds threatened to split, and all the monsters went on a rampage, destroying everything in their path. Blood flowed like a tide.

"The combined power of the three final-level bosses was undeniably formidable, a force to be reckoned with.

The amber pupils of the mysterious figure flickered, and he muttered with a hint of dissatisfaction as if someone had disturbed him during the most intense part of his performance.

"So noisy. Don't disturb my business, and shut the f*ck up..."

He put his wine glass back into his top hat before placing it on his head and stretching out his hand.

BOOM!

The ground in the city's centre cracked.

A colossal hand, formed from a massive amount of magma, erupted from the ground. With unbelievable speed that didn't match its enormous size—hundreds of meters—it grabbed the three giant polluted monsters fiercely in one swift motion.

These bosses, who had come together for the first time in their lives to deal with a common enemy, had no idea their plan would be hijacked by someone else, who used the opportunity to take them all down at once, not giving them a chance to react—let alone escape.

The terrifying gigantic monsters, which most people or even other monsters couldn't look at directly, had no ability to resist at all.

In a constant struggle and growling frenzy, they were pulled into the ground without much resistance. And after that—there was no sound anymore.

But these events were irrelevant to Myne. He was oblivious to everything happening around him, his mental strength, body, and even his poor golden clock had reached their limits.

In the next moment, he summoned his remaining strength to plunge the knife into the goddamn heart.

As the fruit knife penetrated the heart, a torrent of ghostly faces burst forth, like a flood. They swarmed everywhere, but some clung to the heart, resembling thick blood vessels. They screamed and roared, attempting to pounce on Myne, eager to tear him apart for interfering in their business.

However, the fruit knife suddenly emitted a suppressive aura, as if its automatic defence mechanism had been triggered by the ghosts, protecting Myne with absolute certainty, which gave him another level of shock.

Roar!

Countless pollutants in the city screamed as if they were also experiencing the heart's agony. But Myne found himself surprisingly enjoying their tormented struggles, especially the crazed expressions on their faces. They wanted to drag him to hell before their demise, yet were powerless to do so, which he found immensely satisfying.

A multitude of ghostly faces and malevolent auras melted at a rate visible to the naked eye, as the heart began its final beats.

Myne heard a loud bang, and a cloud of black dust swirled from the ancient god's heart as if a powerful gust of wind had scattered the wailing. In an instant, only profound silence remained.

The screams and roars in Myne's ears ceased abruptly, and he found the sudden, pin-drop silence a bit creepy—and hard to accept.

Bang!

The godly fruit knife— which Myne had been planning various ways to cheat out of that mysterious guy—suddenly, with a soft snap, broke into pieces. He gradually came back to his senses and watched the remains of the fruit knife in his hand turn to dust. Obviously, someone didn't even intend to leave him broken metal for free, let alone a complete knife.

Sighing regretfully, Myne gazed at the heart before him, now dilapidated and dim.

"Is it over?" Although he already knew the answer—he no longer felt the impact of the mental pollution trying to corrupt him—Myne still couldn't help but ask.