David Miller's mind sank once again, and he slipped back into a dazed state. He even forgot where he was and what he was supposed to do.

All that remained in his mind was that long and eerie sword hum, and vaguely, he seemed to see countless demons whispering around him.

"Join us..."

"Fight, fight, fight..."

"Believe in me, and I will grant you eternal life..."

This time, David Miller actually understood some of the demons' words. This made him even more terrified.

"Illusion! Mental shock!"

David Miller bit down hard on his own tongue, and the sharp pain jolted him back to clarity. Then he saw a pair of fists already swinging toward his face.

David Miller was shocked and hurried to draw his gun, but with another "zheng" of the sword's hum, his movements slowed again.

Grace Hill charged forward, her fists crashing down, landing squarely on David Miller's temples.

Grace Hill knew this was a rare opportunity, so she used her full strength. With the Crimson Heart's power, the force of her fists was terrifying.

David Miller's head was instantly deformed by the blow, blood spurting from all seven orifices, and he collapsed limply to the ground, clearly on the verge of death.

Henry Clark strolled leisurely over to David Miller, "See? Just having damage output is useless. If you can't resist control, you can't deal damage—you'll just be controlled to death..."

The demonic murmurs of the Godslayer Sword were something Henry Clark could actively control. His source power was weak, but his mental strength was exceptionally strong.

He could continuously unleash the demonic murmurs to assault David Miller's mind. Even a master like David Miller never got a chance to act, being forcibly controlled by the murmurs, and could only watch as Grace Hill smashed his own head with two punches.

Of course, this was also because David Miller was first struck by the Godslayer Sword, allowing the power of the demonic murmurs to stack continuously.

At this point, Henry Clark had already put away the Godslayer Sword. He picked up David Miller's handgun and played with it for a moment. "This really is a fine gun."

He then said to David Miller, "Boss Zhou, since you're dead anyway, why don't you transfer any valuables you have to me? And all your credit points in the bank, transfer those to me too. Otherwise, they'll just go to the bank. I'm not taking them for free—I'll owe you a favor..."

Chapter 9: Genetic Mutation

David Miller's head had exploded, so he couldn't see Henry Clark at all, but he could still barely hear Henry Clark's words.

At the moment of death, all he wanted was to curse Henry Clark's ancestors for eighteen generations, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Overwhelmed with emotion, David Miller's whole body began to convulse.

"Hey, hey, don't die just yet. Say something, will you?"

Henry Clark then noticed the Thunderhawk Ring on David Miller's hand. Without hesitation, he forcefully pulled it off. "Since you're dead anyway, the Thunderhawk Ring should go to someone who needs it."

David Miller felt the Thunderhawk Ring being taken, and in his fury, he couldn't catch his breath and died on the spot.

"Still so stingy even in death. Look at how petty you are."

Henry Clark drew the Godslayer Sword and gave it a wave, and the gruesomely dead David Miller turned into a mass of blood light, merging into the Godslayer Sword.

David Miller was at least worth half a Xu Hui. After absorbing David Miller, the Godslayer Sword's fluctuating blood-red glow grew even stronger.

Off to the side, Grace Hill hesitantly asked, "Is it really over?"

That such a powerful David Miller died so easily made Grace Hill feel a bit unreal.

"It's over."

Henry Clark put the Thunderhawk Ring on the ring finger of his left hand, examined it with great interest, and then showed it to Grace Hill: "Thunderhawk Ring, Black Iron-grade artifact, can trigger a burst of lightning speed. The downside is that it randomly discharges electricity. It's mine now."

"Mhm."

Grace Hill didn't care about these things. If Henry Clark wanted them, he could take them.

Henry Clark explained further, "It's not that I don't want to share with you—your Crimson Heart conflicts with the Thunderhawk Ring."

Grace Hill said nothing; she didn't feel the need to speak.

"This handgun, I'll keep for self-defense. I don't have any ranged attacks, you understand, right..."

Henry Clark weighed the handgun in his hand. "The Gungnir is a high-end Xuanwu sniper rifle series—this guy was talking nonsense. This is from the Jin Nu series, very strong penetration, but it can't get through the Crimson Heart."

Grace Hill nodded. She trusted Henry Clark. Even if the Crimson Heart couldn't stop a bullet, it didn't matter—she was willing to give everything for Henry Clark, even her life.

Grace Hill's understanding made Henry Clark feel a bit embarrassed. He stood up and said, "David Miller had quite a few good things. Let's split them evenly."

Henry Clark walked over to David Miller's desk and skillfully entered a password on the virtual light screen: a complex curve pattern and a string of strange characters.

The North Kun Base's optical brains weren't equipped with AI. David Miller believed that personal biometric features were too easy to crack, so he insisted on using primitive patterns and text as passwords.

In his previous life, Henry Clark had worked with David Miller for several years and became one of his trusted aides. Later, when the North Kun Base was left idle, he managed it all along. So he was especially familiar with everything about the North Kun Base.

Including the complex password authentication set by David Miller, he knew it all by heart.

With a beep, the optical brain emitted a mechanical voice: Password authentication successful, opening the vault.

The alloy wall behind David Miller's chair slowly opened, revealing the huge vault inside.

The alloy wall was a meter and a half thick, with a complex mechanical lock structure. Without the right tools, there was no way to force it open.