Chapter 3 Arthur's Room

The third bedroom was undoubtedly Arthur's.

Feng Bujue had searched the previous two rooms, triggering an image in each, but had found no items. He hoped to find something in this one. Besides the room the monster had entered, there were only five rooms on the second floor. He still had three keys to find, and only three rooms left...

Knocking, testing…the same old routine.

After confirming it was safe, he went inside with the kerosene lamp. This time, the image was triggered the moment he stepped through the doorway.

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"Bro... Brother... What... what's going on?" Andrew looked at the scene before him in shock.

Two corpses lay sprawled on the floor of Arthur's room. Judging by their clothes, neither of the dead men were respectable. They looked mean, and reeked of alcohol.

"Don't panic. Calm down, and I'll explain," Arthur said, not rushing to answer his brother's question. He tried to help his brother recover from his shock with a cold look in his eyes and a calm tone.

The two brothers in this scene looked to be around twenty years old. Arthur's figure, clothes, and hairstyle were identical to his appearance in the opening CG. Andrew, standing in the doorway, was a bit taller than Arthur, around 1.8 meters, and thin. He had an ordinary face and wore a shirt and suspender pants.

Andrew took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He wouldn't shout or scream; in such a moment, most people would choose to help family, regardless of right or wrong.

"Now, listen to me," Arthur said gravely. "Our 'thing', our experiment, has hit a bottleneck. You know that, right?"

Andrew didn't know what to say. He just nodded, offering the simplest response. His gaze gradually moved away from the corpses, settling on Arthur's blood-stained hands.

"So, we need test subjects," Arthur said.

"But the cows at home..." Andrew started to say.

Arthur interrupted him sternly, "Animals are not the same as people!"

Andrew immediately fell silent, not daring to speak.

Arthur sighed, trying to soften his tone. "These two were homeless men from the city, drunks, thugs. When I found them, they were about to assault a woman."

These words seemed to make Andrew approve of Arthur's actions to some extent. His expression changed slightly.

"I'm doing the work of the city watch. Bounty hunters would do the same," Arthur said. "This is a good thing." He sounded very determined when he said this.

Arthur had always been like this. He never hesitated or regretted his actions, regardless of the purpose or the consequences.

Andrew said, "What if... what if they investigate? What if someone finds out..."

"It's all right," Arthur replied. "The woman didn't see my face clearly. I helped her get away, and she ran off. At the time, those two were just knocked to the ground, not dead yet." He paused, glancing at the bodies on the floor. "No one will investigate their whereabouts. The world is better off without such scum."

Andrew was silent for a long time after hearing this, clearly engaged in an internal struggle. After a while, he finally said, "So... what should we do with them now?"

"Go outside and close the door," Arthur replied simply.

Andrew said, "Brother... are you going to..."

"It's better if you don't know," Arthur said. "I'll handle this. Don't worry about it."

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"Hmm... is this the scene of his first murders?" Feng Bujue said after regaining his ability to move. "Judging by their ages, Mom must have been gone for several years." He walked forward as he muttered to himself.

This room was full of junk. The probability of finding an item seemed high.

All four legs of the bed had been sawed off, so the bed was flush with the floor. The sheets were stained with blood, and the smell was strong. The mattress had a large indentation in the middle. Scattered on the floor around the bed were broken tools covered in blood rust, gauze, and chunks of solid matter formed from some unknown congealed liquid...

There was no wardrobe against the wall, but two glass cabinets. They should have been full of potions and alchemical ingredients, but now they only contained empty bottles, trash, and some unknown powders. Of course, these powders had long since mixed with dust and lost their chemical properties.

"This must be Arthur's first operating room," Feng Bujue said. "Dealing with corpses on his own bed, creating synthetic humans or whatever..." He sneered. "Doing it this way is like shitting where you eat."

He righted a small cabinet that had fallen over in the corner, opened the door, and a piece of paper fell out. He picked it up and looked at it. The content triggered the menu's translation function, so this information was useful.

[The Xing Clan, a cursed race, their bloodline tainted with demon blood, the genes of hatred for humans passed down through generations.

But at the same time, they are also a race blessed by heaven, born with various talents far surpassing ordinary people.

In early childhood, the Xing Clan will display a mature mind beyond their years, as well as a thirst for all kinds of knowledge. From the ages of five to seven, their memory, comprehension, imagination, and so on are ahead of teenagers among ordinary humans.

During their adolescence, the Xing Clan can easily master any skill that young adults can only master through continuous learning and training, and their progress is rapid. During this period, the Xing Clan are able to fully understand the social customs, history, interpersonal relationships, and other information of this world. Usually, it is also during this period that their character will change, and their fierce nature will begin to awaken.

In their youth, the Xing Clan, without any conditions, can approach the level of human fighters who have undergone rigorous training in terms of physical skills and combat instincts, and they are extremely cunning and resourceful. They regard human lives and social rules as worthless, taking the achievement of their own goals as their highest mission, and are extremely dangerous to all non-clan members (including demons, monsters, etc.).

According to known activity reports, the number of adult Xing Clan members on the Sati Continent does not exceed one hundred, and the number on the overseas islands is unknown. There is no evidence that they are trying to deliberately expand their population through more reproduction.

Only field personnel with the rank of officer or above in the Royal Arcanist Corps are authorized to "arrest" Xing Clan members. Other operatives should regard the complete elimination of the body and those who come into contact with them as the sole objective.]

"Oh, oh... I see." After reading the contents of the paper, Feng Bujue finally had some understanding of the "Xing Clan" setting. He said with a smile, "I feel like people of this race are born with a protagonist halo. Absolutely domineering, cool, and awesome. I'm almost tempted to join them."