Night.

Land.

——A world far from the sea, filled with countless skyscrapers.

The bustling city, adorned with neon lights.

The top floor of a restaurant.

In a private room.

A triumphant middle-aged man is speaking.

When he begins to talk, everyone else listens attentively, not daring to interject even a single word.

Only after he finishes speaking does anyone dare to join in, some offering flattery, others laughing and clapping, while some nod vigorously.

When he loses interest in steering the conversation towards grand topics, his gaze shifts to two vibrant women at the table—

The atmosphere instantly turns ambiguous.

——After all, if you want to survive in this industry, you have to listen to him.

At this moment.

The Void flashes, and suddenly a gorilla and a pheasant appear.

Strangely enough.

No one present can see them.

In fact, they are ghost soldiers personally appointed by Wu Xiaode!

"Which one is it?"

The gorilla asks while looking around.

"This one." The pheasant looks at the Book of Life and Death, pointing at the man who is the center of attention.

"How much time does he have left?" the gorilla asks.

"Let me see—there's 40 seconds left," the pheasant replies.

The gorilla suddenly panics a bit, unable to help but say:

"What should I do? It seems like this guy is in good health; there are no signs of impending doom here, nor any calamities affecting people. How am I supposed to extract his soul?"

The pheasant glances at the table, noticing a dish of braised chicken with potatoes, and its temper flares, urging:

"Quick! If we don't get him, when time's up, the paradise will claim him."

The gorilla, hearing this, gets anxious too, cursing: "Do they get to arrange their own fate however they like? What nonsense! Brother Ji, lend me some Netherworld Power."

"Here you go!" The pheasant generously places its wings on the gorilla's back.

With the support of its partner, the gorilla's spirits lift immediately. It clasps its hands in a special gesture and shouts:

"I call upon the Magic Artifact—the Soul Losing Blade!"

Countless Netherworld Runes materialize from its handprints, forming a dark and dull ghostly blade out of thin air.

The gorilla grips the handle and asks, "How much time?"

"Wait for my cue," the pheasant instructs.

The gorilla walks behind the middle-aged man, raising the Soul Losing Blade high.

A single breath.

Two breaths.

The pheasant shouts loudly:

"Time's up!"

The Soul Losing Blade falls immediately.

Strangely, the blade passes directly through the man's body without causing any harm.

Thud.

Just as the middle-aged man is about to grab a woman's hand on the table, he suddenly leans forward and smashes into the table, motionless.

Everyone is shocked.

Some help him up, some shout for assistance, and some call an ambulance.

Meanwhile, the gorilla and pheasant remain calm.

The pheasant pulls out the Book of Life and Death and quickly writes:

"Time of death: third quarter of the dog's hour; cause of death: burdened with evil; manner of death: ruptured brain vessel—"

"Take the soul, I'll go back and report first, you follow shortly."

The gorilla mutters a few words, pulls out an iron chain and loops it over the man's body, pulling out the middle-aged man's soul.

"Who are you!" The middle-aged man shouts in a mix of surprise and anger.

The pheasant flaps its wings and flies upward, hooking the iron chain with its claws and disappears through the building.

The man's soul, tied to the chain, is taken away.

Only the gorilla remains.

The words "ghost soldier" etched on its badge flare with a ghostly blue fire.

This signifies that it successfully captured the soul, earning one credit.

The gorilla, naturally seeing this, feels a bit pleased, glances at the people at the table, and mutters:

"There are indeed a few promising ones here."

"Your accumulation of evil grows each day, you're nearing your time too."

Seemingly sensing something, the gorilla suddenly looks up.

It sees a slim pipe emerging from the Void, heading toward the middle-aged man's body.

"Ha ha ha ha, you're too late!"

The gorilla laughs loudly, gestures a middle finger at the pipe, then leisurely fades through the wall and disappears.

...

Outside a giant door.

"Mr. Little Wu, please draw a card."

A beautiful woman stands in front of the door, smiling as she speaks.

She holds a thick stack of cards in her hand.

"What are these cards? Why should I draw one?" Wu Xiaode asks.

"Your abilities have earned the recognition of the masters in the paradise. You are about to receive the authority over Life and Death; henceforth you are a member of the paradise," the woman explains.

"By drawing a card, you determine your status within the paradise; it's the rule," she says.

"What if I don't want to become a member of the paradise?" Wu Xiaode asks.

"You definitely won't feel that way—you should know, once you join the paradise, you gain true eternal prestige."

The woman continues to explain: "Each of your reincarnations will be meticulously arranged, you'll eternally belong to the ruling class, and wealth and joy will forever surround you."

"But if you insist on opposing the paradise, you face the might of the entire world."

"In that case, you'll die sooner or later."

"And once dead, you have nothing."

"In the next life, you have no autonomy in what's arranged for you."

"So please, draw a card."

"——This is your only chance to change your fate, make sure to cherish it."

Wu Xiaode sighs and says, "Let me see what cards are there."

He draws one casually.

A black and white clown card appears in his hand.

"Congratulations, you'll earn the nickname 'Clown,' allowing you to walk and exist in the paradise," the woman says.

She transforms into a ball of light and gradually fades away.

The card in his hand bursts open with a "pop," forming a clown costume that covers Wu Xiaode.

Colorful patterns appear on his face.

Clown!

His identity in the paradise turns out to be a clown!

Rumble——

The massive doors finally opened.

Cheers and applause came from inside the doors.

Behind the door was a huge dance floor, next to long dining tables and a bar.

A party seemed to be in progress—

People of the Paradise, dressed in various costumes, cheered for Wu Xiaode, clapping their hands continuously.

A man in a black tailcoat walked forward, laughing as he greeted Wu Xiaode:

"Welcome! Clown!"

"From today onwards, you are one of us!"

"But you must be loyal to the duties of a clown, doing things in Paradise that bring us all joy."

"Who are you?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"The card I drew back then was 'Capitalist,' so I have to work hard to make money. Alas, it's actually very tiring every day," the man sighed deliberately.

Wu Xiaode was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, shaking his head:

"This isn't fair, why am I a clown and you a capitalist?"

The crowd erupted into laughter.

This laughter was filled with a mysterious essence, like innumerable cold stares watching the clown, full of malice at heart.

"Well, there's really no way around it," the man in the black tailcoat shook his head, "Drawing cards is an ancient rule, whatever you get is what you have, disagreeing with your identity makes you an enemy of the entire Paradise."

"Mr. Clown, you alone cannot fight the whole world."

"So be content to be a clown—"

"That way, at least when you reincarnate in the Lower Realm, you can become a king among humans."

"Understood," Wu Xiaode enthusiastically patted his shoulder, "As long as I'm a clown here, I can rule other people in the human world."

"That's about it, however, if you do well enough, there's room for advancement," the Capitalist said.

"What can I be promoted to?" Wu Xiaode asked with interest.

The Capitalist glanced around, leaned closer, and whispered:

"Silver Clown, Gold Medal Clown, Diamond Clown—in short, you'll always be a clown."

The smile in his eyes completely vanished, leaving only cold ruthlessness and brutality.

The laughter around became even louder.

The big figures of Paradise all smiled as they looked at the newly joined clown.

Wu Xiaode knowingly made a pouting face, then also leaned close to the Capitalist's ear and whispered:

"But this card draw isn't very fair."

"How is it unfair?" the Capitalist asked.

"Just now, every card in the deck I drew from was a clown," Wu Xiaode said.

"You must be drunk—how could such a thing happen, actually, every card is different," the Capitalist said.

"No, let me tell you something else."

Wu Xiaode looked around at the crowd, smiling gleefully, "Any malice of yours is clear to me as if it were daylight, so I can perform something to make everyone happy—"

Puff.

The Capitalist looked on in surprise, slowly lowering his head.

A long spear had pierced through his chest from behind, pinning him onto it.

The one holding the spear was a burly man dressed as a shield-wielding guard.

"Why is it that every rebellion on Earth is mine to undertake, yet you, damn Capitalist, can sit here and gain all the benefits without doing anything?"

The burly man said angrily.

There was dead silence.

In Paradise, all the big figures who were initially watching the spectacle were stunned.

Wu Xiaode's lips curled, revealing two rows of white teeth, he gently tapped them and suddenly burst into laughter:

"Did you think I came to join you?"

"No."

"You parasites living on the backs of others, I've come to get rid of you!"

Boom—

Endless black lines appeared on his body.

Evil Spirit "Transform Demon" state!

As the Master of Evil Spirits, Wu Xiaode could manipulate the evil thoughts of all beings in the world!

He completely saw through it—

These people had in fact mastered some kind of technological technique, able to control even soul reincarnation!

But their essence, Soul Power, and will had long been decayed!

Thus—

As long as they had a single evil thought, they couldn't escape his control!

Wu Xiaode took one step at a time toward the dance floor, casually picked up a glass of wine, started dancing some disco steps, and shouted:

"Paradise is closed today!"

"Die, all of you!"

A grand mechanical electronic voice suddenly echoed throughout Paradise:

"Sacrificing 800,000 souls to summon the Holy Demon Lord of the Inferno, please hold on."

It's AI!

At the same time—

Nan Li's voice also reached Wu Xiaode's ear:

"The other side has summoned external forces, Little Wu, you can also summon an external presence——" "The opponent will be summoned in the form of a card, then join the battle."

"Your summoned target must already be on the battlefield!"

It must already be on the battlefield?

Without hesitation, Wu Xiaode said, "Summon him—come here immediately!"

Before the words were finished.

A huge summoning Sacrificial Array suddenly appeared on the opposite plaza.

A Purgatory monster with dark horns and huge sulfur fire wings slowly crawled out of the Sacrificial Array.

It immediately saw Wu Xiaode.

"Just a clown, daring to summon me."

The monster roared, drawing a massive black light blade from the ground, and swung it at Wu Xiaode.

Clang!

A metallic clash reverberated throughout the place.

It was blocked by a palm-sized card.

This card was a colorful oil painting card with a grinning clown painted on it.

Wu Xiaode was momentarily taken aback.

He had clearly summoned Liu Ping.

Why had he turned into a clown card?

Bam.

The card dispersed, transforming into Liu Ping, holding a long blade engraved with the words "Prison Suppression," blocking the Demon Lord's giant blade.

He lazily said:

"In fact, you've forgotten one thing."

"A lonely clown can indeed only be taken for your amusement, but Little Wu is not alone."

"When I, this clown, team up with him—"

"We are the trump card!"

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