Chang Ning's current appearance was far more terrifying than his childish voice suggested.
His facial features were clearly taken from a rather handso young man, while his arms were incredibly muscular—one arm was well-proportioned and slender, while the other was so thick it looked clumsy.
His torso was robust and pale, sporting a sculpted eight-pack of abs.
Every individual part of his body could be considered perfect on its own. Yet, pieced together, they created a chaotic, disjointed ss.
It was like playing a dress-up ga and throwing together a completely mismatched outfit just for the high stats.
This asymtry made him look absolutely horrifying.
Right then, Chang Ning threw a vicious punch, the wind howling around his fist.
Ming Po tilted his head slightly to the right, dodging the blow without a hint of fear.
He lowered his stance slightly, twisting his waist and shifting his hips—instead of retreating, he advanced!
His fist swung in a bizarre arc, striking heavily at Chang Ning's jaw from a blind spot!
Chang Ning clearly hadn't expected this counterattack, and spit flew from his mouth.
He swayed a few tis, stumbling back two steps before recovering.
However, Ming Po didn't press the attack.
After landing the blow, he stopped exactly where he stood.
Because the mont his fist connected with Chang Ning, a line of text suddenly floated above his head:
[Frankenstein]
At the sa ti, Ming Po's own Title appeared above his head:
[Werewolf]
'...So that's how it is?'
Ming Po suddenly understood why one of the rewards of the Ga of Deception was a "Title."
Because Deceivers of the World couldn't reveal their real-life identities, they needed another persona.
Whether it was for cooperation, gambling, Confrontation, or slaughter, they always needed a na to go by.
Compared to a random alias they might co up with... a Title assigned through an evaluation, a moniker that fit their personality and behavioral logic, was clearly much more fair and objective.
"Frankenstein... Frankenstein's Monster, huh."
Ming Po tilted his head, his neck letting out a crisp pop. "Is this your Title?
"Did you get this Title because you pieced yourself together into this monster... or did you gain the ability to do this only after receiving the Title?"
"Hmph..."
Chang Ning didn't answer, rely letting out a cold sneer. "You're just a Brass level Deceiver of the World, acting as if you've discovered sothing incredible. In the end, it's just common sense... Don't make laugh!"
As he spoke, he lifted the chair from beneath him with one hand.
It was a considerably heavy gaming chair, but in Chang Ning's grip, it felt as light as a baseball bat.
He swung the chair consecutively with his right hand, the air whistling sharply with each motion.
He swung it three tis in quick succession. A single hit would be enough to send soone into imdiate shock. Yet, all three strikes missed completely—
Ming Po's reaction speed exceeded his expectations.
He didn't even make any large movents, simply evading every attack effortlessly.
Furious and humiliated, Chang Ning hurled the gaming chair with one hand!
It flew out with a bang, rocketing forward like a cannonball.
At this speed and distance, Ming Po instantly realized he couldn't dodge it. He had no choice but to cross his arms in front of his face and duck his head to brace for the impact.
Bang!
He was sent flying by the heavy chair, his body crashing backward.
It wasn't a wall.
It was a massive pile of old-fashioned televisions.
The kind of boxy TVs with slightly curved, protruding screens that had been obsolete for years. Stacked together, they ford a jagged, uneven barricade.
Ming Po's crash activated them.
Starting from where he hit, the televisions powered on one after another. The glowing screens spread outward like a ripple.
Every screen displayed a completely different image.
"Charge for five minutes, talk for two hours!"
"Cool to the core, let your heart soar!"
"When the buying stops, the killing can too..."
From weather forecasts to evening news, from cartoons to movies and comrcials...
In an instant, a cacophony of noise flooded the cramped area, lighting up the space that had previously only been illuminated by a dim, dark red glow.
"...Heh."
Ming Po slowly stood up, covered in bruises and scrapes. Yet he showed no signs of nervousness or caution. Instead, he laughed out loud. "Should I be relieved, or should I count myself lucky... At least you aren't a Year-level Deceiver of the World.
"Co to think of it, if soone with your aptitude could reach the Year level, the Ga of Deception would be pretty boring."
"...Year? What makes you think that?"
Chang Ning paused, then realization dawned on him. "Because I just said Ke'er's accident happened a few years ago?
"I know the exact ti, so naturally I didn't need to say 'go back a few years.' I just needed to change that specific day—October 14, 2024."
He didn't rush to attack Ming Po again. Instead, he seed eager to chat.
Or rather, the fact that Ming Po had actually passed his carefully designed "Father-in-Law's Death Trial" earned him quite a bit of respect from Chang Ning—after all, Gu Tao himself probably couldn't have solved such a difficult puzzle. It was only natural that Chang Ning's respect for Gu Tao would sowhat transfer over to Ming Po.
Or perhaps there was another reason... He felt absolute certainty in his victory.
Because there was an overwhelming difference in their Title Levels.
"So... you're only 'Day' level?"
"Pyrite level? Yeah, what about it?"
Chang Ning smiled. "The performance of a starting Title and an upgraded Title are completely different. A starting Title only grants abilities that mortals can achieve... But I am already completely different from a mortal."
As he spoke, he raised his hand.
A rebar manifested out of thin air into his grasp.
With a squeeze of his right hand, the steel rod visibly bent out of shape.
"See this?"
He said, almost showing off. "This is the power of [Frankenstein]!"
"...The power... of 'Frankenstein'?"
Ming Po repeated his words, a mocking smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
But he didn't say anything else, rely swaying slightly as he stood up straight.
His arms had been in excruciating pain earlier and should have been bruised black and blue, but thankfully, he had managed to mitigate the force well enough to avoid broken bones. And in the short amount of ti he bought by chatting with the enemy, both of his arms had mostly recovered.
The gash on his right pinky finger, which had been bleeding profusely, was also almost completely sealed. Although he hadn't grown a new finger, it no longer hindered his movent.
—The "Wound Healing (Slow)" effect of [Werewolf] was far stronger than Ming Po had anticipated.
"Since you can so clearly state that you went back to a specific day two years ago..."
Ming Po slowly straightened up and said, "I assu you have already changed the past."
"That's right."
His heart filled with pride, Chang Ning puffed out his chest. "I corrected her death—right now, Ke'er must be living a proper life."
"Then," Ming Po asked again, "how did you correct it?
"What is her perspective on this matter?
"And why do you still harbor such intense hatred for Gu Tao?"
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