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Under the capture of the huge devil's claws, Iron Hand Jack's body floated in the air, struggling desperately with his hands and feet.

But after being demonized, Dawn didn't show any human emotions on his face, he just strangled Iron Hand Jack's fragile throat, and continued to increase the strength of his claws.

The blood volume of more than 2000 points dropped rapidly, and it was cleared to zero after a while.

And the Iron Hand Jack in his hand no longer moved.

The fiery heat of the devil's claws had already burned the skin around his neck, emitting a burnt stench.

Dawn let go, throwing the dead Jack the Iron Hand casually on the floor.

Then, he set his gaze on Soba who was huddled in a corner of the room.

The leader of the gang was so frightened that he curled up in the corner of the room and shivered. A foul-smelling liquid flowed out from his crotch.

Being frightened and incontinent directly is not all because the gang leader is too timid.

No normal person has ever seen a real devil!

And even his powerful boss Iron Hand Jack was easily crushed to death by the opponent like a bug.

"I just heard that you want my head too, don't you?" A little smile appeared on Don's devilish face, "Do you remember what we said in the evening?"

"Don't come here, spare me, spare me. Please, please..." Soba begged with tears.

"But you didn't keep our agreement. I think you should have heard that those who break the agreement with the devil will end up miserable." Donne, who is three meters tall, walked towards the boss go.

The bat wings on his back flapped, setting off a fishy wind, accompanied by the strong smell of burning sulfur in the air.

This was the last scent Soba could smell while he was alive.

This is the smell of death.

...

After getting rid of Iron Hand Jack and Soba, Donne's goal tonight will be considered to be completely achieved.

Jack the Snake, the boss of Sweet Mulberry Town, and his minions won't bother him anymore.

The dead are never very likely to cause trouble.

And he did a good job by rescuing those poor girls in the dungeon.

Great finishing touch.

As for Vivienne and Ling, neither of them followed Dawn up to the third floor.

After entering the dungeon, Ling was busy rescuing the girls in the iron cage, and was leading those poor girls to escape here.

As for the guards outside, although they were basically dealt with by Dorn and Vivian.

But just in case, and the female thief is an expert at escaping, but her ability to fight head-on is really worrying, and she is accompanied by such a large group of ordinary people.

So, Dawn asked Miss Goblin to leave with them.

After eliminating the state of [Demonization], Dawn returned to his original appearance.

However, all the clothes on his body were torn and burned by the dark red flames when he first transformed.

Therefore, it is now naked.

"[Demonization] This skill is easy to use, but it needs to explode when it is activated... Fortunately, Vivienne didn't follow up, and I'm not ready to be honest with her."

Donne looked down at his body, and picked up [Ruyi] that fell to the ground after transforming.

I feel that I really need a pair of pants like the one worn by the Hulk, which will not break no matter how I transform, and can properly cover the private parts.

I don't know where to buy it...

Dawn, naked alone, casually explored the third floor and found Jack the Iron Hand's bedroom.

In the bedroom, he chose a slightly baggy, but barely fitting clothes, and took a hat casually.

As for the underpants, I can only not wear them for now...

Wait until we return to the [Sweet Slime] Tavern.

After all, he and Jack the Iron Hand weren't close enough to wear the same pair of underpants.

After getting dressed, Don walked out of the room.

He took out [Ruyi] and turned into Greg Lu's [Flame Weaver].

Under the transmission of magic power, this two-handed sword full of magic runes burst into flames.

Creak creak.

The tip of the great sword scratched across the wall of the corridor, making a tooth-piercing rubbing sound.

The flames flickered.

...

It was past midnight.

Joseph lay on the bed with a slightly damp pillow, unable to sleep.

The bright moonlight outside poured into the windows of the room, shattering into silver all over the place.

Joseph is a bard, a down and out musician.

When he was young, Joseph had a dream, that is to hold a concert of his own in Golden Oak City, the capital of music.

So, at the age of twenty, he went to Golden Oak City and began to pursue his music dream.

It's just that the sky didn't go as planned.

Even though Joseph's musical talents and talents are very good, Golden Oak City has never lacked artistic talents, even geniuses who worked extremely hard.

In this big city where geniuses shine, without connections and financial resources, he seems too mediocre.

Ten years passed in a blink of an eye, and Joseph was thirty years old, but his original dream still hadn't come true.

He was impoverished and had nothing to do.

The reality has worn away Joseph's sharpness and sharpness. In ten years, he and the music scores he created were all unknown.

Disheartened, Joseph left Golden Oak City and came to the nearby town of Sweetsang.

The daily expenses in the town are much lower than those in the big cities. It will be relatively easier to live here instead of chasing illusory music dreams.

The room began to snore.

However, Joseph had already gotten used to this. He lay on the bed, looked at the bright moonlight shining into the room, and looked at his old lyre next to the bed, not knowing what he was thinking.

The room he rented was on the outskirts of the slums in Tiansang Town.

And the room is shared by four people, so the rent is very cheap.

Four beds are placed in the large room, and some personal items are randomly placed beside the bed, which becomes a shelter.

Joseph's three roommates, like him, were also artists who returned here from Golden Oak.

Among them was a musician, like Joseph, a painter, and a young writer who spent his days writing operas for the stage that no one paid attention to.

The four of them are all the same, equally impoverished, and equally hopeless in chasing their dreams.

In Tiansang Town, there are still many down-and-out artists like them.

Joseph lay there, unable to sleep for a long time. To be honest, whenever the night is quiet, he always feels a little... unwilling.

He felt that the twenty-year-old boy in his heart hadn't completely died yet.

Joseph still wanted to go to Golden Oak City.

I want to write a movement that is loved and sung by people.

I want to play my own music at a sold-out concert.

I want to hear everyone applaud him and praise him as a not bad musician.

However, these can only be thought about.

Joseph turned around, closed his eyes, and tried hard to drive out the complicated thoughts in his mind.

I don't know how long it took, but the originally peaceful night was disrupted by an extremely noisy sound.

There are chaotic voices shouting outside——

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

Joseph got up from the bed and looked out the window.

Somewhere in the slums, flames were rising into the sky, tearing apart the pitch-black night.