Tang San Proposes to the Veiled Girl

The masked youth held up his token and walked forward.

"This is your proof of entry to the Slaughter City. Please enter. There will be someone to receive you at the city gate."

Scott said respectfully. He had always held deep respect for the strong.

Tang San walked up to Scott, holding out his hand.

"What about my token?"

"That kneel of yours just now proves you're unqualified to enter. Unless you can defeat me alone!" Scott replied coldly. He had no respect for the weak, only indifference.

"Uh..." Tang San's face sank. He hadn't expected this guy to go back on his word.

So now he wasn't allowed to enter?

"Fine then!" Tang San decided it was a good chance to test the power of the hammer techniques he'd trained in over the past two years.

Meanwhile, the masked youth, in reality Zhang Fan, had reached Rank 73 during these two years. He had also used his modification points to acquire the Slaughter Angel Xila spirit from the Fallen Angel line.

It symbolized death and fear.

Naturally, this was a Twelve-Winged Angel.

He had also learned a powerful slaughter-based sword technique, which was how he had so easily defeated Scott earlier.

Now, he approached the pitch-black city gate, which emitted a heavy sense of oppression. Above the massive gate, four large characters were inscribed: Slaughter City.

Two rows of black-armored warriors stood silently in front of the gate. Before Zhang Fan could even pull out his identity token—

A woman wearing a black veil had already walked out from within.

"Welcome to the Slaughter City."

Her voice was clear and melodious. She had a curvaceous figure and wore a short black skirt, revealing long, fair legs. Tall and striking.

Inside the city was a world of blue and purple.

Red lanterns hung on either side of the street, giving a gloomy and eerie feeling.

"Whoosh..." Tang San also walked in from a short distance away. His clothes were a bit tattered, making him look slightly ragged.

But—he made it in.

"I am your guide. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. For the next twelve hours, I will answer anything. After that, this place becomes your new home, and you'll officially become a citizen of the Slaughter City."

"What kind of place is Slaughter City?"

Tang San thought for a moment after hearing her speak and asked.

"A paradise. A fallen paradise. A sinful paradise." The veiled girl replied with a blank expression.

"A sinful paradise?"

"Yes. Many who come here have committed great crimes and can no longer survive in the outside world. So they come here—seeking shelter under the protection of the Slaughter City."

Tang San hadn't expected that. But even without spirit abilities, Titled Douluo were still top-tier powerhouses here. Could sin really be safe?

"Mr. 9527, I don't know what you're thinking."

The veiled girl looked at the masked youth, then back at Tang San.

"But I know what you're thinking."

"You know what I'm thinking?"

Tang San was stunned.

"You're wondering how the Slaughter City protects its people, right? Because everyone who enters here can come in—but leaving is nearly impossible. Inside the Slaughter City, there's a law enforcement team. The captain is a Titled Douluo empowered by the Slaughter King to use spirit abilities. Many have tried to escape. None succeeded."

The veiled girl explained.

"So there's no way out?" Tang San was surprised.

"There is one way. If you become the champion of the Hell Slaughter Arena, you earn the right to challenge the Hell Road. If you make it through, you can leave Slaughter City. Such warriors earn the title 'Slaughter God'. In over a thousand years, only eight Slaughter Gods have appeared."

The veiled girl said calmly.

"Only eight in a thousand years!"

Tang San was shocked. "What happens if you fail the challenge?"

"There is only success—or death." The veiled girl responded coldly.

"..." Tang San was speechless.

"Slaughter City has no currency. All food and drink are free—but might be poisoned. The most valuable thing here is the dead. The more skulls you have, the stronger you are perceived to be. Blood and skulls can be traded for items."

The veiled girl stated with icy detachment.

"People here really are courting death," Tang San muttered, his eyes cold.

"Alright, take me to the Hell Slaughter Arena." Tang San said calmly.

"Are you sure? Fewer than one in ten survive. It's also one of the biggest reasons for our declining population. Each person may only enter once per year. Survive a year inside, and you may live in the inner city."

The veiled girl replied.

"I'm sure." Tang San responded flatly.

"I'm going too." Zhang Fan said coldly.

"Mr. 9527, are you certain?" The veiled girl looked at Zhang Fan, still unable to read the mystery in his eyes.

"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded.

"Follow me."

The veiled girl walked deeper into the city, her gait poised and elegant, like a concubine from ancient times.

The surroundings were draped in darkness, eerily quiet.

Suddenly, a shadow stepped out from a dim alley.

"Two newcomers, huh? Fresh Blood Marys, hehehe..."

Zhang Fan glanced over—the man was emaciated, skin clinging to bone, holding a skull in front of him, like he could drop dead at any moment.

"Can he survive the Slaughter Arena?" Tang San asked curiously.

"Of course not. Not everyone has to undergo the slaughter baptism. The death rate is too high. There's another way to survive—by donating two cups of Blood Mary each month."

The veiled girl explained calmly.

To the skinny man, she seemed like a terrifying existence.

"Right now, we're still in the outer city. The inner city is where there are no rules. Only Blood Mary donors can stay in the outer city. Warriors who survive the Hell Slaughter Arena may live in the inner city." The veiled girl said.

"Doesn't the Spirit Hall claim to be righteous? Why haven't they come to wipe out Slaughter City?" Tang San asked curiously.

"Slaughter City is like a prison. Those who are fallen or evil come here and never leave. In that sense, it's a benefit to the Spirit Hall. Why would they wipe us out?" The veiled girl sounded a bit irritated by Tang San's endless questions.

"Ding, Dialogue Modification Quest Triggered."

[Tang San: Fine then!] — Five characters can be modified.

Zhang Fan smirked and changed the characters "Fine then" to "Please marry me!"

"Ding, dialogue modified successfully. Slight chaos in the plot. Reward: 60 modification points."

Suddenly, Tang San turned and knelt in front of the veiled girl, eyes full of affection and passion.

"Mr. 9528, what are you doing?" The veiled girl frowned for the first time. She had never seen someone kneel in front of her so passionately.

Her gaze grew colder.

Everyone around was stunned.

Had this guy lost his mind?

To look at the Slaughter Emissary with such a gaze? He was clearly courting death.

After all, the veiled girl was a Slaughter Emissary—a Titled Douluo at Level 95.

(End of Chapter)