Of course, even if those dozen or so people said they were coming to chop Brian Carter, her fate wouldn't be much better once they got in. The way those people looked at her—was there ever a time when it didn't seem like they wanted to devour her alive?

　　"By the way, Little Grace isn't at home, right?" Just as Jason Bennett was panicking and at a loss, Brian Carter, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and looked at Jason Bennett with a calm expression.

　　"No, I sent her to a friend's house the day before yesterday." Jason Bennett was stunned again, still looking somewhat dazed at Brian Carter. This guy—his reaction was way too calm. But she had to admit, in such a tense and even desperate atmosphere, having someone by her side who could talk to her so calmly suddenly made her feel at ease, as if she had found something to rely on.

　　Even if this calming support seemed a bit too short—standing there, he was half a head shorter than her—but that reassuring presence was an indescribable aura.

　　"That's good, leave it to me in a bit." Only then did Brian Carter smile, a flash of excitement suddenly appearing in his eyes.

　　It was excitement!

　　When he was a child, Brian Carter was introverted, but he wasn't a well-behaved kid. When kids his age mocked him for not having a mother and called him a wild child, he often pursed his lips and fought back, so he wasn't afraid of fighting. Of course, before he gained the memories of Blood Butcher, if he saw so many people coming at him with weapons, he wouldn't have been able to stay calm either.

　　But now he had Blood Butcher's memories, and these memories had completely fused with him. When he recalled those things, it was as if he was remembering something he had just done himself. And Blood Butcher was a super terrifying criminal capable of slaughtering life on a planetary scale.

　　Because of these memories, it was as if Brian Carter had personally done those things, and it even felt like it was just recently.

　　With that kind of influence, would he be afraid facing this situation?

　　All he felt was excitement!

　　And a little bit of nervousness beneath the excitement. Although he was influenced by Blood Butcher's memories, after all, those things weren't done by his own hands—it's just that when he recalled them, it felt very much like he had done them himself.

　　So he was still a little nervous.

　　But at the same time, Brian Carter was confident. Blood Butcher's memories gave him not only all kinds of cultivation methods and scenes of slaughter, but also a vast array of martial skills—star warrior techniques, from basic ones to top-tier skills capable of destroying planets, everything was there.

　　Now that he had reached the first level of the Human Realm, he had stepped onto the path of cultivation. Brian Carter not only possessed strength and speed far beyond ordinary people, but also a huge number of lethal martial skills from Blood Butcher's memories.

　　Just now, when he closed his eyes to think, he was savoring the martial arts from Blood Butcher's memories—a set of boxing techniques most popular on the Origin Martial Continent, so basic that even five-year-old children could perform a few moves. It was simply called Basic Boxing.

　　Although on the Origin Martial Continent even five-year-olds could do a few moves of this boxing set, in Blood Butcher's memories, he had already mastered it to the point where it was as natural as the laws of the universe—returning to simplicity.

　　Even though this boxing set was basic, in Blood Butcher's memories, there was once a scene where he used Basic Boxing to slaughter more than a dozen Heaven Realm experts. At that time, Blood Butcher himself was only at the Heaven Realm.

　　To wipe out more than a dozen martial artists of the same level with just a set of basic boxing that even five-year-olds could do—Blood Butcher's monstrous talent was clear to see.

Chapter 011: Isn't This a Bit Exaggerated

　　"Click, snap..."

　　A series of crisp sounds came from the door lock, then the door was suddenly pushed open from outside. Several figures rushed in one after another, and as soon as they spotted the two standing by the living room window, their expressions changed and they charged over.

　　"That's him! Hit the guy, take turns with the girl."

　　"I've wanted this chick for so long, it's driving me crazy!"

　　Several figures, each wielding steel pipes and machetes, charged forward. Jason Bennett screamed in fright and fell to the ground with a thud, but Brian Carter just smiled calmly, quietly standing in front of Jason Bennett. His body shifted, and he struck a strange pose.

　　"Huh?"

　　Just by standing there, the few people rushing over all let out startled exclamations, a flash of horror in their eyes. What was going on? This guy just moved his legs a bit, but it was as if he suddenly disappeared.

　　Yes, they could clearly see Brian Carter standing there with their eyes, but their minds were sending them a different, strange message—as if there was only air there, nothing at all.

　　That bizarre feeling really gave them all a fright.

　　A cold smirk appeared at the corner of Brian Carter's mouth. He had gained so much from Blood Butcher. Because the memories had fused, anything Blood Butcher had done, as long as he recalled it, it felt as if he had just done it himself. Blood Butcher had once cultivated basic martial skills to the point of returning to simplicity, as natural as the laws of the universe. Brian Carter felt as if he had trained these skills to that level himself.

　　By searching for that feeling in his memories, he could easily perform this nearly perfect opening move of the boxing set.

　　"Nearly perfect" because, after all, he hadn't done it himself—just something very similar, with a thin membrane in between. So he was still some distance from true perfection.

　　But even with that gap, performing such a martial skill was enough to instantly defeat ordinary people.

　　As Brian Carter sneered, the few people in front, still uncertain and alarmed, suddenly changed their expressions and charged forward with angry shouts. That damned feeling—forget it! They could see him with their eyes, so just chop him!

　　"Whoosh!"