Chapter 465

“This is the second ability I’ve brought along.”

Looking at Leon, whose expression was one of bewilderment on the other side, the female journalist softly explained:

“I call this ability [Long Time No See]. When I greet someone, I can use this greeting to directly intervene in their memories, becoming their acquaintance, friend, or even family. The less familiar they are with me, the better the effect.

After intervening in their memories, I can also see some fragments of their memories and gather scattered bits of information so that when they bring up those memories, I can answer them without… uh…”

At this point, the female journalist’s voice slightly paused, and her eyesight towards Leon carried deep regret once more.

“Sorry…”

Seeing those scattered memory fragments where Leon was almost constantly struggling, the female journalist couldn’t help but lower her head, her eyes filled with guilt as she said: “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have had to…”

“Hold it!”

Seeing her about to start another round of self-reflection and apologies, Leon quickly raised his hand in a “stop” gesture, cutting off the female journalist’s self-reproach before frowning and saying:

“Though your two abilities are strong, they don’t seem very useful against this dead dog, do they?”

“Hmm…”

The female journalist nodded:

“If my physical body and other anomalous items were here, relying on the power of [Incontact Hand], I should be able to fight the Hound God for a while. If it doesn’t use its own powers, it might not even defeat me.

But now, no. Now I only have my soul, and my soul strength isn’t very high. Facing Angesi, the True God of the Deathscape, I have no means to fight back.”

“…”

Indeed, you seem to be of little help…

After hearing the female journalist’s final cards, Leon couldn’t help but sigh. He then began flipping through his badge.

My anomalous items aren’t here; the [Scream Hand] capable of harming a True God isn’t around either. Neither is the [Unjust Snake Contract] nor the ashes of the True God-level bone. Looks like I’ll have to rely on the badge.

[Alcoholic Immortal]… Being invincible would be useful, but there’s no alcohol right now.

[Prince of Traveling Thrushes]… Since we’re not within the Thrush Kingdom’s range, this won’t work either.

[Performance Master], [Shooting Expert]… Hmm, this might actually be useful?

Looking at the shiny [Unfortunately Not Available], Leon’s eyes narrowed slightly, then he asked:

“Let me ask you something… Is this dead dog male or female?”

“Eh?”

Caught off guard by Leon’s question, the female journalist hesitated for a moment before answering somewhat uncertainly: “It should be male, at least from what I hear, it seems to be a male voice…”

“Can you confirm that a bit more?”

“…”

How am I supposed to confirm that? I’m a woman, you want me to spread its dog legs and check if there are bells hanging behind its butt?

“Alright, let’s forget I asked.”

Seeing the slightly embarrassed expression of the female journalist, Leon realized his question wasn’t entirely appropriate and skipped over the topic, thinking ‘I’ll just try it out,’ and switched to the “Egg Beater” badge.

“I have something else to try, but I’m not sure if it will work.”

As Leon spoke, he staggered forward a few steps inside the relatively empty stomach of the Hound God, touched what seemed to be the stomach wall, then raised his fist.

With the thought of ‘Even if I die, I won’t let you live easy,’ Leon took a deep breath and, under the confused gaze of the female journalist, slammed his fist hard into the stomach wall of the Hound God! “Smack.”

Leon’s quite spirited punch didn’t cause any damage upon landing on the thick stomach wall of the Hound God, merely producing a sticky light sound.

Instead, a large amount of viscous liquid that was originally just attached to the stomach wall splashed all over Leon, sizzling loudly like water on a hot iron plate.

Damn, looks like it’s not male.

Seeing his body become noticeably more transparent after being splashed by the “stomach acid,” Leon sighed again, feeling somewhat reluctant as he threw another punch.

Why am I so unlucky! Even my last counterattack before death couldn’t…

“AAHHH!!!”

In the midst of Leon and the female journalist’s dumbfounded expressions, an incredibly piercing scream suddenly rang out inside the body of the Three-headed Dog God.

Immediately afterward, the stomach walls around them, which had been slowly wriggling and secreting strange liquids, violently trembled once, then completely stopped moving, devoid of any further activity.

Without exception, every single thing first appeared in 69 Book Bar!

Once the Hound God’s stomach stopped wriggling, massive amounts of overwhelming death energy surged out from every part of its body, wildly sweeping through the surroundings, turning everything into a pitch-black void of death.

“???”

“!!!”

Wait… How could this be possible?!

Not believing it, the female journalist came over and touched the Hound God’s stomach wall, only to be shocked beyond belief when she discovered that after Leon’s simple, even amateurish punch, the Hound God’s previously living “flesh” had truly lost all vitality, becoming utterly “dead meat.” It was really dead… and thoroughly so…

“…”

“…”

After exchanging a bewildered look, the female journalist quickly recovered, looking at Leon’s already semi-transparent hand with two percent joy and ninety-eight percent astonishment, exclaiming:

“Leon! You… you killed a True God with one punch!!!”

“…”

Staring at the stomach wall that had ceased moving, sensing the increasingly heavy death energy surrounding him, Leon was momentarily stunned.

Ah Zhe… Could it be the Hound God’s weakness is eggs? Once it experiences egg pain, it dies instantly? But wait! After waiting a bit and seeing no badges like [God Slayer] or [Canine Killer] popping out, Leon calmed down again, shaking his head and saying, “I didn’t do it. Someone outside must have killed it, just happened to coincide… Oh, could it be the Director arrived?”

“…”

Indeed…

Seeing how much Leon had been “digested” after punching the Hound God’s stomach wall, the female journalist, full of shock, also calmed down.

Leon’s punch, though somewhat imposing, was mostly just for show. She and Leon had stayed inside the Hound God’s stomach for so long that, while their souls remained barely intact, their soul strength had weakened by at least forty percent.

She herself could barely walk normally now, and Leon’s condition was surely worse than hers. There was no way he could kill a True God with a single punch. The most likely reason was still that the Red-Haired Maiden followed the trail…

“Don’t speculate blindly.”

After re-examining the Hound God’s stomach wall and confirming it was probably dead through and through, Leon, who had narrowly escaped death, couldn’t help but exhale deeply, feeling extremely relieved as he said: “This time, we really owe the Director thanks. Fortunately, she arrived in time… Let’s go, we need to get out quickly.”