Chapter 143: The Big Executor’s Nemesis, Soul Devouring Beast’s Job Change (5k)

Choosing to give up, in the end, brought even more rewards.

At this moment, Gan Tang floated gently down from midair, her expression complex as she gazed at the pile of ashes on the ground, her eyes filled with an inescapable disappointment.

She had witnessed with her own eyes the fall of a Big Executor, but the scene she longed for didn’t appear.

Once a Big Executor fulfilled their obsession, they would die.

All their power would vanish into nothing, their body turning to flying ash, leaving nothing behind at all.

A thousand years of anticipation, that tiny bit of hope at the end, was lost right before her eyes, just like that.

She closed her eyes in pain; what people fear most isn’t hardship, nor slim hope, but witnessing that last sliver of hope shatter with their own eyes.

It’s gone, everything really is gone.

Steadying her emotions, she looked at Wen Yan, who was obviously also struggling, and reached out a hand, wanting to touch Wen Yan’s head.

After a slight pause, she placed her hand instead on Wen Yan’s shoulder, patting it gently.

"For a Big Executor, this is the best ending. Being unable to accomplish the role, that’s true eternal torment.

All we can do is help them fulfill that role; the rest, there’s nothing we can do."

"Aunt Gan, I understand, it’s just... it still hurts a bit."

Wen Yan lowered his head, carefully gathering the ashes left behind by Uncle, not wanting to miss a single bit.

As he gathered, he suddenly found a black fingernail among the ashes.

Gan Tang’s gaze sharpened.

"His nail?"

Wen Yan reached out to pick up the nail, but Gan Tang stopped him.

"Don’t touch it, there’s definitely corpse poison on it."

"Aunt Gan, Uncle would never hurt me."

Gan Tang fell silent, saying nothing more.

Wen Yan extended his hand, picking up the black fingernail.

And then, for the first time, the Natural Enemy Profession gave a prompt about an object.

"Uncle’s fingernail.

After becoming a Big Executor, he had a little bit of extra obsession about you.

When he finished his duty, what he truly wanted was to leave you his body.

It’s a shame he could only leave behind a single nail, to protect you.

In his heart, you were a good child; he knew you would gather his ashes for him.

That last bit of sentiment from him, you would surely get it in the end."

As the prompt appeared, the black nail in Wen Yan’s hand silently vanished from his palm.

The nail of his left middle finger gradually turned black.

With a single thought, the nail of his left middle finger suddenly grew over an inch long, pitch black and shining with a metallic luster.

Following his will, the nail retracted to its normal appearance, except it remained black and could not return to its original state.

Wen Yan was silent for a moment, then stretched out his left hand.

"Aunt Gan, this was left to me by Uncle. He was afraid I couldn’t protect myself, but in the end, all he could leave behind was a single nail."

Gan Tang reached out and touched the nail on Wen Yan’s left middle finger, an odd light flickering in her gaze.

"A Big Executor could actually leave something behind."

"Within this nail is a trace of his final power, and also corpse poison. But this corpse poison can’t harm you. Study it on your own, don’t let his final wish down. Take it with you; it’s like he’s still protecting you."

"I understand, Aunt Gan."

"I’ll go call someone." Qin Kun stood up and went outside.

Not long after, a few Scorching Sun Department field agents with sickly complexions entered the Domain carrying assorted items.

None of them dared to look at Wen Yan, nor did they dare get too close.

Many people in the camp had already been sent to the hospital because they vomited so violently. If these people had to look at Wen Yan again, their stomachs might well have come up.

Even someone like Qin Kun, a Martial Path master with great control over his body, was now walking with his head down, not daring to look at Wen Yan.

He set down his toolkit and a few urns, then hurriedly retreated.

Wen Yan took up the tools, and carefully gathered all of Uncle’s ashes, putting them into one urn.

Then, he changed to a different set of tools and approached the edge of the huge pit, collecting the ashes of the Fake Mo Zhicheng—every bit, not missing a single one—and placed them all into another urn.

After making absolutely sure there was nothing missed, he stuffed all the ashes-collecting tools for the Fake Mo Zhicheng into the urn as well.

Even though the Fake Mo Zhicheng was dead, it still wasn’t over; now he had to go through every conceivable procedure, until the very last part was done.

After seeing people resurrected with his own eyes, what else could be considered impossible?

Take it back, put it in the high-end luxury furnace, disinfect it again, and then scatter it into the sea. Only then could he say every step had been completed.

He didn’t even trust anyone else to handle the Fake Mo Zhicheng’s ashes.

That guy might not be so dangerous in other ways, but as a True Architect, his ability was simply too terrifying—Wen Yan really didn’t dare gamble.

According to standard procedure, after processing three times and making sure not a speck of dust was left, Wen Yan finally sealed the urn.

He stood at the edge of the pit, gazing toward the depths, but could no longer see any trace of the Soul Devouring Beast.

As if sensing Wen Yan’s gaze, a tentacle reached out from the darkness in the broken Domain deep within the pit.

Wen Yan’s Natural Enemy Profession once again gave a reaction.

"Soul Devouring Beast → Soul Devouring Beast (In Transition)."

"You surely understand what the difference is between these two ’souls,’ right?

Just like how you surely guessed long ago—the only one who can dismantle the ’Invincible’ tag is the Soul Devouring Beast itself.