Nero lightly tapped the air with his fingertip, and those emerald-green little swords formed from raging wind shot out.
These little swords, only about the size of an index finger, crossed dozens of meters in an instant. They sliced through the air without making even the slightest sound.
Next, the emerald-green swords pierced through the strange humanoid figure's body. The person's voice cut off abruptly, and then they collapsed to the ground.
Ever since obtaining his power, Nero's control and use of it had become increasingly proficient, even though he had never done any actual training at all.
This might be thanks to the system...
But as everyone knows, Nero's achievements today are entirely due to his own talent and hard work...
Just as he had finished taking down this unknown humanoid creature, the system's voice sounded in his mind.
[Ding! Host popularity continues to rise. You have now received sincere attention from over one hundred thousand people. Reward: 300 Stellar Jades.]
[Ding! Host attention has reached one hundred thousand. Reward: Skill: Wind-Coiling Blood-Cutting. Reward: 400 Stellar Jades.]
[Ding! Host's strength has increased once again.]
This round of rewards was quite pleasing, a brand-new skill.
The description for Wind-Coiling Blood-Cutting still followed the system's usual style, just a single short sentence.
[Flowing wind coils the body, sharp wind cuts the flesh, slicing to the bone, draining blood, sweeping away the remaining soul.]
The players were really pulling their weight, and Nero was very happy with this situation.
Thinking it over carefully, he had gained quite a lot of Stellar Jades again.
Nero decided that later he would find an opportunity to run an event. Not too much, ten days long, giving out one hundred a day.
Making this decision took only a moment. After that, Nero left his room, walked down the corridor, and reached the end, where he lowered his head to examine this humanoid creature.
This thing looked like an ordinary Belobog citizen, except that it only had half a head and legs of uneven length. Aside from that, it looked no different from a regular hotel attendant.
Nero looked elsewhere again. From the limbs and neck where the emerald-green swords had pierced through, black blood was flowing, looking like ink.
These strange features proved that this thing was not an ordinary human.
After a rough inspection, Nero returned to the room. Beside the table holding the Flamespawn, he picked up the backpack he had brought with him when getting off the train, rummaged through it, and found a pair of gloves.
Wearing the gloves, Nero went back to where the strange creature had fallen.
Its corpse was still there. It didn't seem to disappear after death like Rift creatures or the Antimatter Legion.
The young man extended his gloved hand and began testing various parts of this humanoid creature, its face, hands and feet, torso, and more.
This included pulling at it with his hands, using wind-condensed sword edges to cut open the skin, and so on.
In the end, he found that this thing felt no different from an ordinary human. The skin was real, but its clothes were fused together with the flesh.
The clothes worn on the outside seemed to be part of their physical structure as well.
Nero sniffed it. Neither the corpse nor the blood had any particular smell. He didn't know what it would taste like, maybe like chicken or rabbit?
But Nero found it hard to feel any appetite for this kind of humanoid creature.
Right there, he carried out a crude and thoroughly unprofessional dissection. In the end, he discovered that although its body structure was similar to a human's, it had no internal organs.
After satisfying his curiosity, Nero lightly waved his hand, stirring up fierce winds from the ground, instantly shredding the humanoid creature on the ground until not even a trace was left.
"I wonder how strong this thing is physically. Judging from how it got scared off by a Stelle, it probably has some level of thinking and communication ability. If its physical abilities are good enough, then those relatively normal individuals could be pretty useful as labor."
Nero muttered quietly as he stepped forward and walked outside. He left the corridor, exited the Goethe Hotel, and headed toward the "alley entrance" where he had seen March 7th earlier.
"If these things can serve as labor, then during the process of capturing elemental crystal creatures, they could replace ordinary humans as vanguards to scout ahead."
"No internal organs, maybe they don't need to eat. If they don't need to rest either, could they just work nonstop?"
Nero was clearly very invested in his Rift creature industry plan.
He soon walked down the steps outside the Goethe Hotel and moved forward in the night. At this moment, the outside environment was lit only by the faint glow from roadside heaters and streetlamps.
Before long, Nero found that alley entrance. Sure enough, it was still there, and behind the iron gate, that March 7th, who looked very much like March except for having an egg-shaped head for some reason, was also still there.
Before Nero could even stop in front of the iron gate, March 7th inside called out to him, "You're finally here, Nero! Want to see something fun?"
Nero stood in front of the iron gate with his arms crossed over his chest. He completely ignored March 7th's words and asked, "Are there many of your kind?"
"What kind? Nero, what are you talking about?"
March 7th seemed completely unaware of how obvious the difference between himself and March was, and continued acting with all his might.
"What are the habits of your species?" Nero asked again.
"What habits of what species? I'm March! What's wrong with you? Did you sleep so much you got confused?" March 7th blinked, sounding innocent and concerned.
"How did you know my name? Why do you know that March and I are close? Can you peek into my memories? To what extent can you see them?" Nero continued asking, his expression unchanged.
"What are you saying? Nero, are you sick? Did you catch a chill? Do you want me to contact Himeko and Mr. Yang..." March 7th said with extreme concern.
"You even know that..." Nero rubbed his chin. "Then one last question, do you know who I am?"
March 7th looked at Nero, his face full of confusion.
"Who are you? Aren't you Nero? What are you talking about? Forget it, Nero, open the door for me, okay? We haven't really explored Belobog at night yet! You..."
March 7th suddenly stopped talking.
It stared blankly at Nero. On its egg-like head, its already small eyes began to widen, while the pupils inside them shrank rapidly.
Nero watched the changes in March 7th, waiting to observe its next reaction.
But suddenly, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
Before that, Nero hadn't heard a single sound.
Sampo's voice rang out from behind him, "Hey, buddy, what are you doing here? Is my share of the money ready?"
Nero turned his head and saw Sampo's face.
He was still wearing the burgundy tailcoat from when they first met. His dark blue hair covered one eye, and in the other fox-like, sharp eye, the golden pupil gleamed with crafty light.
Without another word, Nero raised his hand and slapped the man across the face.
"Sampo Koski, right?"