Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 232: Slayer System, Proving The Dao With Killing!

In a distant corner of the Chaos Void, within the Kingdom of God where the Crimson God resides, lies the Crimson Kingdom.

At this very moment, in a secluded alley, a weak and frail young man, around 15 or 16 years old, was being brutally bullied by a group of people. He was shoved to the ground and beaten mercilessly, clearly being tormented without reason.

"Bata, you're nothing more than a toad dreaming of eating swan meat, and you dare to pursue Morisa? You're looking for your own demise. I'll break your legs now and teach you a lesson. If I ever see you near Morisa again, I'll kill you and cut off your head. Do you understand?"

A burly young man sneered maliciously, clearly driven by jealousy.

"Heh, foolish Bata, don't you know your place? What makes you think any woman would ever look at you?"

"Everyone knows that Bata is nothing more than a well-known waste, with a frail body and bloodline. He'll never become a powerful warrior. How could he think someone like Morisa would want him?"

"Forget it, don't waste your time on this trash. If he breaks his legs now, he'll probably limp for the rest of his life. Forget Morisa—no woman, no matter how ugly, would ever want a man like him."

"Let's go, it's not even worth the trouble to talk to this fool."

The group sneered, spat on Bata, and left the alley without a second glance.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

As the group walked away, the young man, filled with fury, clenched his fists, his face contorted with frustration and anger. "Why? Why am I always the one to be bullied? Why am I inferior to others? Why can't I pursue Morisa? Why is this world so unfair? Why?!"

An overwhelming anger surged within him.

If his fury could be turned into substance, it could burn the entire Kingdom of God to the ground.

"Jie Jie, I have finally found a suitable host—a born villain, a killer." At that very moment, a dark rift opened in the void in the distance, and a strange black light appeared.

With a whoosh, the black light swiftly sank into the depths of Bata's consciousness.

"Bata, do you have any experience?"

A strange voice suddenly echoed within Bata's mind.

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"Who? Who are you, and why are you speaking inside my head?"

Bata jumped back, his face filled with dread.

"Do not fear. I am the great Slayer System, the strongest Magic Treasure born from the Source of Chaos. I see that you and I are destined. I wish to form a contract with you to help you grow and become stronger."

The voice spoke, its tone laced with an eerie laugh.

"Slayer System? What is that?"

Bata was confused.

"To put it simply, it's a Magic Treasure that grows stronger by killing others. The more powerful the life you kill, the stronger you become. If you kill a God, you will instantly become a God yourself, wielding the power of a deity."

The voice coaxed, its words laced with an insidious charm, resembling the power of a Heart Demon, but clearly more potent.

"Become a God by killing a God? Is that really possible?"

Under the spell of the voice, Bata's heart grew restless, his eyes reddened, and his body bristled with killing intent.

"Of course, it's possible. For this system, becoming a God is easy. As long as you kill enough lives and grow strong enough, you could even reach the peak of Chaos, a place where no one can touch you. Anything you desire, including women, will be within your grasp."

The voice grinned wickedly.

"Now, I just want to see Lake die."

Bata's fists tightened as he shouted in rage.

"That's very simple. Sign a contract with me, and I will grant you infinite power."

The voice urged.

"Okay, I agree to the contract."

Bata spoke with a low, determined voice.

"Excellent. The contract has been established. The Slayer System is now bound to your consciousness, host." The voice of the Slayer System rang out, clearly pleased.

"What is the 'Killer System ID'? Does this mean there are other Killer Systems?"

Bata's heart skipped a beat in sudden realization.

"Yes, you are very perceptive, host. This system was born to create the most powerful Magic Treasures for the strongest beings in the Chaos. Only one peak powerhouse can exist within the entire Chaos World."

The Slayer System laughed and continued: "Countless Slayer Systems have been created, scattered across the Chaos, each searching for a worthy host. You, however, have been selected by my system—the first system. Whoever can defeat and kill all other powerful beings will become the true master of the Slayer System and become the strongest."

"I will kill anyone who tries to stop me."

Bata's eyes gleamed with bloodlust, his entire being consumed by a murderous aura.

"Excellent. To make you even more powerful, this system will give you a novice gift bag. This is a little present, a token from the system to you."

The Slayer System's voice echoed with satisfaction.

Rumble~~~

Instantly, a massive wave of dark energy surged through Bata's body, amplifying every aspect of his being. His strength, speed, soul power, and resilience all increased tenfold, and even the wounds on his body were healed in an instant.

Bata felt more powerful than ever before. The bullies who had tormented him earlier seemed insignificant now. He was far stronger than they could ever be.

"Lake, you and your friends must die."

Bata's killing intent boiled over.

On the second night, Bata invited Lake and the others to a secluded alley.

Without a word, the now soaring Bata brandished a dagger and ruthlessly stabbed Lake and the others to death. None could escape his wrath. The ground was soon littered with corpses.

"Power. This is what true power is."

Bata clenched his fists, realizing that each life he killed only made him stronger. His ambition swelled; the more lives he took, the more powerful he became.

It wasn't just Bata. Across the Chaos World, within every Kingdom of God, Slayer Systems lurked, binding hosts full of hatred, turning them into killers.

In a mansion in the Kingdom of Flowers, only one person remained. Everyone else—servants, maids, wives, daughters, sons, even parents—had all perished in a massacre.

"Indeed, you grow stronger by killing. Relatives and friends are nothing but obstacles to my ascension. Today, I, Nike, will kill my family to prove the truth."

A middle-aged man, covered in blood, wielded a large knife. His face was twisted with malice.

"That's right, just as it should be. Those who achieve greatness must forsake their attachments."

The Slayer System laughed, clearly pleased with its chosen host.