Chapter 1077: The Death of Silver

At the edge of the Wuji Domain.

A disheveled figure covered in blood was staggering, moving slowly toward the outside of the city...

The elegant British coat was already shattered, and the snow-white lining was stained blood-red. The Silver King's head was twisted and deformed from the slaps, almost unrecognizable, and he looked wretched and ugly.

"Calamity of Mockery... Chen Ling... Calamity of Mockery..."

The Silver King muttered these words repeatedly, moving forward slowly in a daze. His consciousness was blurred, and he had even forgotten to use the "Stealing Method" to shift away...

Only the instinct called fear, engraved deep in his heart, was still driving his legs to keep walking toward the outside of the city.

He didn't notice,

A young boy draped in a red theatrical robe was following silently behind him.

"Chen Ling... Calamity of Mockery... Chen Ling..."

The Silver King's muttering was drowned out by the wind. Memories engraved deep in his heart were being pulled by some force, surging out continuously.

……

"Look everyone, this boy looks different from us... Why is his eye color like that? His nose bridge is so high!"

"His hair is curly, like seaweed, it's so disgusting..."

"Don't you know? Li Laide's mother is what the textbook says, someone from a Western country!"

"Li Laide, does your mom really only eat bread and raw meat? I heard that Western women get fat when they get old, swollen like pigs. Will your mom collapse the bed when she sleeps?"

"Maybe Li Laide will turn into a big pig head too, hahahaha..."

"I heard that many Westerners died during the Great Catastrophe, and the rest are in the Wuji Domain, turned into our slaves!"

"Did you hear that, Li Laide! From now on at school, you have to call us master! Otherwise, we'll throw you and your mother outside the domain! Hahahaha..."

“……”

The Silver King took staggering steps, moving slowly forward. The memories pulled from his mind actually gradually evolved into actual scenes...

In the school corridor, blurry figures of children crowded behind him, pointing at his back together and laughing loudly.

"Damn it... Damn it!!" The Silver King, in his daze, had his chest heaving violently,

"I am not a slave! My mom isn't a slave either!! Don't think you can bully me!! Get lost!! Get lost, all of you!!!"

The Silver King waved his hands wildly, as if to tear the children around him into pieces, but the scene rotated, and his figure had been kicked to the ground by someone, and muddy feet were trampling on him fiercely.

"It's him!! He's the one who stole the class fund!!"

"Yes, it's him! I saw him sneak to the class monitor's seat after class that day and take a lot of money!"

"Five hundred... No! Six hundred!! He stole six hundred!"

"He's the son of a slave, a bitch with Western blood. Only he could do such thieving things! Teacher, give us a little more time, we'll definitely make him spit out the money he stole!!"

“……”

The boy, whose figure overlapped with the Silver King, stared fixedly at the blurry crowd around him, deep hatred and unwillingness appearing in his eyes...

"...They all say I'm a thief... Then I'll steal for them to see."

That night, the boy stood in front of four blood-filled corpses, holding a short knife in his hand, and vented his anger by cutting off their black eyes, delicate noses, black hair, and yellow skin, one after another.

The incomplete facial features, skin, and hair were crookedly stuck onto a piece of cardboard, pieced together into an extremely eerie Asian yellow face. The boy tied this cardboard to his face and frantically trampled on the lifeless corpses with his feet.

"Now I have a face like yours too! How about it?! Are you satisfied??"

"Your faces and identities are all mine now! Now I am the master!!"

"No one can bully me..."

"I, Li Laide, will always be the 'master'!!"

The boy in the red theatrical robe stood quietly under a tree in the distance, watching this "carnival" belonging to Li Laide... The star of the Stealing God Path lit up in the sky, and the Silver King stepped on the stairs, walking toward the future step by step.

He witnessed the birth of a genius of the Stealing God Path. He watched the Silver King grow from a thief hiding from place to place into a well-known powerhouse of the Stealing God Path, relying on extreme egoism and near-limitless methods to make a fierce name for himself among the major domains.

These past events drifted out of the mind of the Silver King, who was staggering forward, like invisible ribbons, intertwined in the Red King's hand, gathering into a thick stack of pages.

—"Biography of Li Laide."

The Silver King suddenly bumped into something, and a trace of clarity finally appeared in his dazed eyes.

Seeing the red theatrical robe and the boy's youthful face, the Silver King was stunned for a moment, then spoke with a hideous face:

"What... did you do to me?"

"I just collected your 'story'," the Red King replied calmly, "This is your final value in this world..."

There seemed to be no emotion in the Red King's eyes. He looked at the Silver King as if looking at a dead man...

The haze of death shrouded the Silver King. This was already the umpteenth time. His consciousness, already on the verge of collapse, seemed to have completely lost control, as if he had returned to that night when he stepped onto the Stealing God Path, laughing wildly:

"The Calamity of Mockery can't kill me... And you can't kill me either!! No one can kill me!!"

"I am the Silver King, I will become the master of this world!!!"

Pfft—!

The Red King's palm pierced directly through the Silver King's chest. Scarlet blood spread and dripped from the fair, tender hand, quickly staining a pool of blood.

The Silver King's voice stopped abruptly. He looked down blankly at the arm that had entered his body, his twisted head in agony and hideousness.

"Become the master of this world?" the Red King said lightly, "You're still far from it."

The Red King pulled his arm out suddenly, and the fragments of broken organs splashed all over the ground, staining the theatrical robe with a layer of blood. The Silver King's vitality was completely extinguished, and he collapsed straight to the ground as if hollowed out.

The Red King took a handkerchief from his bosom, wiped the blood off his hand calmly, and then walked forward without looking back.

"Diamond 10."

The Red King's voice echoed on the street, "Collect the body for Li Laide."

Several coffin boards rose from the ground, wrapping the Silver King's corpse directly. Diamond 10's figure walked out from the corner, carrying a heavy coffin lid, and closed it bit by bit...

As the coffin lid moved, the dim sunlight disappeared bit by bit from the Silver King's corpse inside the coffin, as if gradually falling into an endless abyss.

Thud—

The coffin was sealed, airtight.