Number Five looked at Wu Wang under the spotlight. The magenta Decade Tokusatsu Suit he wore was slightly reflective, making him sparkle like a star.

Her expression was complicated, even more so than that of Captain Cook, who was gritting his teeth not far away.

Only she knew how he had snatched that fountain pen. The process was simply unbelievable. The man had even died once right in front of her.

Time rewound to the beginning of the bet.

Number Five followed the attendant’s rules and found a hidden spot to conduct the bet, a sealed-off KTV hall at the stern of the cruise ship. She chose this place because it had been closed due to safety issues. No guests would ever come here.

This way, Wu Wang wouldn’t be able to find her, and she wouldn’t have to worry about hurting him.

But the good times didn’t last.

“Kill her… Kill her…”

Number Five had just started to relax when a childish voice began to echo in the corridor, muttering words that made one’s scalp tingle. It was gradually approaching the room where she was hiding.

Without the slightest hesitation, she pushed the door open, intending to rush out. No matter what was searching for her outside, her overwhelming strength was no joke. She could rely on her stats to steamroll through anything.

Unfortunately, Chucky could not be destroyed.

Its item description was very clear. 【Cannot be destroyed by any means or lose its target midway】

And so, Number Five found herself pestered.

No matter where she ran, the strange doll would always appear soon after. Within an hour, it had found her sixteen times. Even when she used her immense arm strength to hang from the ship’s outer wall, the doll found her instantly.

She had gritted her teeth and tried to destroy it, but even grabbing the doll’s body and trying to tear it apart had no effect.

It just clutched its small knife and muttered, “Kill her… Kill her.”

At this point, how could she not understand? This thing had to be Wu Wang’s handiwork.

So, she stopped. Since she couldn’t escape, she could only face him head-on and make the gentleman give up.

Contrary to what Captain Cook might have imagined, Number Five never considered countermeasures that would permanently harm Wu Wang, like breaking his legs or arms. She only planned to tie him up securely.

She just had to wait in place. A moment later, Wu Wang’s figure appeared in her line of sight.

He spoke, his tone apologetic.

“That thing didn’t hurt you, did it? Sorry, he might pester you for half a day.”

“Thank you for your concern. I haven’t been harmed in any way.”

As Number Five spoke, she extended a fist and punched a large hole in the floor, revealing the corridor on the level below. She grabbed Chucky the Doll and threw it down into the opening.

It would probably take a few minutes for that thing to get back upstairs. That was more than enough time for her to restrain the guest.

Wu Wang didn’t try to stop her. He even hoped Chucky would be gone for a while, since it would likely interfere with what he was about to do.

“Sir, my actions in a moment may be a bit rough. Please forgive me.”

With that, Number Five picked up a rope from the floor. This was the cruise ship’s storage room, filled with all sorts of tools. No one ever came in here. She just needed to tie the gentleman up until the ball was over.

“So we’re being civil before we fight? Well, I’m about to get a little rough myself, so you’ll have to forgive me too.”

The moment Wu Wang finished speaking, he instantly vanished from her sight. Such a bizarre situation stunned even her, despite her vast experience.

A faint whoosh of air came from behind her. Without even turning her head, Number Five took three large strides forward, dodging the thrust aimed at her calf.

Only when she turned did she see Wu Wang. He had appeared behind her original position, clutching a demonic, purple-red broken sword. At its hilt was an eye that stared fixedly at her, emanating an ominous aura. The sheath that had been hanging at his waist was now empty.

To think that the sword she had assumed was a decorative accessory was actually an extremely dangerous weapon!

“Be careful,” Wu Wang’s reminder came again. “Getting hit by this… is a little unpleasant.”

The next second, he vanished again. This time, he appeared directly in front of her, so close she could almost feel the warmth of his breath.

Startled by the point-blank attack, she subconsciously reached out to grab him. But unexpectedly, Wu Wang’s entire body rose inexplicably, causing her hands to grasp at empty air.

A small mistake was nothing in the face of Number Five’s terrifying reaction speed and strength. She was able to raise her hands again and grab in a different direction before Wu Wang had even landed!

In the face of absolute stats, skill is worthless!

Could he possibly move in mid-air?

Eh… Wu Wang actually could.

【Cloud-Stepping Steps】!

At the instant he was about to be caught, Wu Wang changed his jump’s direction again. His altitude immediately carried him over Number Five’s head, and the 【Xiaochuan Broken Sword】 in his hand swung downward.

Swish—

Strands of hair drifted in the air.

Number Five’s figure appeared a short distance ahead. For the first time, her expression turned ugly.

Even though she had ducked at the last instant and dashed forward to create distance, a few strands of hair had still been touched by the broken sword. Merely touching them had silently severed the strands, a testament to the weapon’s scalp-numbing sharpness.

The strangest part was that Mary, the spirit in Number Five’s mind, transmitted a feeling of fear, constantly sending signals for her to get away from that sword.

She could feel it. There was something very wrong with that sword. It could actually affect Mary directly!

“Sir, if you use this sword to harm Mary again, I will be forced to actively counterattack. You may be injured as a result,” she warned.

The exchange had also led Number Five to discover something unbelievable. Her own speed clearly far exceeded the limits of human reflexes, so how could Wu Wang dodge and even counterattack?

Only then did she realize. Wu Wang couldn’t actually react in time; he was making predictive reactions in advance! From the moment he teleported, his subsequent double jump and even the downward slash were all premeditated.

He had predicted all of her reactions!

“Hehe, no need for that,” Wu Wang said with a tired laugh. “Look, what’s this?”

He opened his palm, revealing a familiar fountain pen.

Faced with Number Five’s stunned and confused expression, he didn’t explain much.

It had all started after the upgrade of the 【Xiaochuan Broken Sword】 was complete. The upgrade, which was originally 72 hours long, had 24 hours remaining when he entered the Instance yesterday. When he woke up today, he was surprised to find that the upgrade was finished.

The time in the Instance had counted towards the process!

When he reviewed the effects of the 【Xiaochuan Broken Sword】 again, he finally understood just how heaven-defying the Spirit Body of the Yin Fate Great God was.

【Xiaochuan Broken Sword (Current Level—Epic, Repairable)】

Equipping this sword allows you to sense Spirit Bodies and increases Strength by 20.

【Sword Spirit—Yin Fate】

【Special Effect 1 (A Thousand Threads and Ten Thousand Strands)】

Wielding this sword allows you to ignore the target’s defense and directly affect their soul. As long as it hits, it will cause damage.

【Special Effect 2 (Fated Person)】

Lock on to a target. For the next ten minutes, you gain three teleports to any location within a two-meter radius of the target. Each teleport consumes 20% of your max Mental Strength. After three uses, there is a 10-minute cooldown.

【Special Effect 3 (Karmic Retribution)】

After using Special Effect 2, you will encounter one unlucky event during the 10-minute cooldown. The intensity is random.

The sword was heaven-defyingly strong. That was Wu Wang’s first thought. Setting aside 【Fated Person】, the defense-ignoring, guaranteed-damage effect of 【A Thousand Threads and Ten Thousand Strands】 made Xiaochuan far superior to a normal Epic-grade weapon.

This was also why Mary still felt a slight stinging pain even though only a few strands of Number Five’s hair had been cut. The sting from an unknown source terrified her.

Of course, there was the final effect, 【Karmic Retribution】. It seemed to be a side effect. He just didn’t know how intense it would be.

Looking at Number Five’s incredulous expression, Wu Wang vanished, using his third and final teleport to appear in front of her again. The eye on the sword’s hilt closed.

He pointed at the pocket where she kept the fountain pen.

Somewhat uncertainly, Number Five reached into her pocket. There was still something inside. She took it out, surprised.

“Where… did this come from?”

She pulled out a black fountain pen. The 【Pen Immortal Fountain Pen】!

That’s right. Since the 【Xiaochuan Broken Sword】 was only half a blade, the lower half of the 【Sheath of Avalon】 was empty. Wu Wang had taken the opportunity to stuff the 【Pen Immortal Fountain Pen】 inside to hide it.

When he had teleported in front of Number Five, the Pen Immortal had crawled out of the sheath. The subsequent dodge, double jump, and downward slash were all just distractions to keep her from noticing that the Pen Immortal had already swapped the captain’s fountain pen in her pocket!

One had to remember, the Pen Immortal was the kind of bizarre thing that could silently appear under a high-speed train seat and give him a vicious poke. Stealing a fountain pen was a piece of cake.

“Alright, the bet is complete. You’re still my attendant, right?” Wu Wang’s voice was full of mockery. “You’re not going to get revenge on me just because I cut a couple of your hairs, are you?”

Number Five snapped back to her senses. He had obtained the fountain pen. The bet had ended in a comical fashion.

She smiled as well, her expression exceptionally happy this time. “Of course not. Sir, do you need to find Captain Cook now?”

Wu Wang walked towards the storage room door.

He turned his head back. “No rush. I have an idea I want to verify. Let’s go find the other attendants first…”

Bang—

Because he had turned his head and wasn’t looking, he walked right into someone who was about to open the door from the outside.

His vision went black.

What’s covering my eyes?

Wu Wang forced himself to look up.

The good news was that it was another attendant. The bad news was that she was exceptionally tall, and his head was now buried in a certain soft spot.

“I’m screwed! Sis, let me explain…”

If he remembered correctly, the consequences for having improper designs on an attendant were not pleasant.

Puchi—

Before he could even open his mouth, the woman’s hand pierced through his chest.

At the same time, the eye on the sword hilt opened, its gaze mocking.

Special Effect 3, 【Karmic Retribution】, had arrived.