Chapter 3 Arthur's Room

The third bedroom was undoubtedly Arthur's room.

Feng Bujue had searched the previous two rooms, triggering a short scene in each, but found no items. He hoped to find something useful in this one. Besides the room the monster entered, there were only five rooms on the second floor, and with three keys left to find, only three rooms remained...

Knocking, testing – the same old routine.

After confirming it was safe, he entered with the kerosene lamp. This time, the image was triggered the moment he stepped inside.

...

"Bro... Brother... What... what's going on?" Andrew looked at the scene before him, aghast.

Two bodies lay sprawled across the floor of Arthur's room. Judging by their clothes, the two dead men were not respectable people, and they looked fierce, reeking of alcohol.

"Don't panic. Calm down first, and I'll explain," Arthur said, not rushing to answer his brother's question. With cold eyes and a steady tone, he tried to help his brother recover from his emotional breakdown.

The two brothers in this scene looked to be around twenty years old. Arthur's figure, clothes, and hairstyle were exactly as they appeared in the opening CG; while Andrew, standing in the doorway, was slightly taller than Arthur, about one meter eighty in height, thin, and of average appearance, dressed in a shirt and suspenders.

Andrew tried to control his breathing, trying to calm down. He naturally wouldn't start shouting or anything, because in this situation, most people would still choose to side with family.

"Now, listen to me," Arthur said in a low voice, "You know that our 'thing' experiment has hit a bottleneck, right?"

Andrew didn't know what to say; he just nodded, giving the simplest response. His gaze gradually shifted from the corpses, stopping on Arthur's blood-stained hands.

"So, we need test subjects," Arthur said.

"But the cows on the farm..." Andrew started to interject.

Arthur interrupted him sternly, "Animals are not the same as people!"

Andrew immediately fell silent, not daring to speak.

Arthur sighed, making his tone as gentle as possible, "These two were vagrants from the city, drunks and hooligans. When I found them, they were about to assault a woman."

These words seemed to make Andrew somewhat approve of Arthur's actions, and his expression changed slightly.

"I'm doing the work of the constabulary; bounty hunters would do the same," Arthur said. "This is a good thing." He sounded very firm as he said this.

Arthur had always been like this; he never hesitated about his actions, whether it was the purpose or the consequences, and he never regretted them.

Andrew said, "What if... what if we get caught? What if someone finds out..."

"It's alright," Arthur replied. "The woman didn't see my face clearly. I helped her escape, and these two were just knocked to the ground, not dead yet." He paused, glancing at the corpses on the floor, "No one will investigate their whereabouts; the world is better off without this scum."

Andrew was silent for a long time after hearing this, clearly struggling with his conscience. After a while, he finally said, "So... what should we do with them now?"

"Go outside and close the door," Arthur replied simply.

Andrew said, "Brother... are you going to..."

"It's better if you don't know," Arthur said, "I'll handle this. You don't need to worry about it."

...

"Hmm... is this the scene of the first murder?" Feng Bujue said after regaining control, "Judging by their ages then, Mom must have been dead for several years already." He mumbled to himself as he walked forward.

There was a lot of junk in this room, so the chances of finding an item were high.

The four legs of the bed had been sawed off, the bottom of the bed was flush with the floor, the sheets were stained with blood, the smell was strong, and the mattress had a large indentation in the middle. Scattered on the floor beside the bed were many broken tools covered in blood rust, gauze, chunks of solidified, unidentifiable liquid, and so on...

There was no wardrobe against the wall, but rather two glass cabinets. The cabinets should have been filled with potions and alchemical ingredients, but now only a few empty bottles, garbage, and some unidentified medicinal powders remained. Of course, these powders had long since mixed with dust and lost their chemical properties.

"This must have been Arthur's first operating room," Feng Bujue said, "Processing corpses and creating synthetics on his own bed..." He sneered, "This is like taking a dump where you eat."

He righted a small cabinet that had fallen over in the corner, opened the door, and a piece of paper fell out. He picked it up and examined it. The content triggered the menu's translation function, so this information was useful.

[The Xing Clan, a cursed race, their bloodline mixed with the blood of demons, the genes of hatred for humans passed down through generations.

But at the same time, they are also a race blessed by heaven, possessing various talents far exceeding ordinary people from birth.

In early childhood, members of the Xing Clan will show a maturity inconsistent with their age, as well as a thirst for knowledge. Between the ages of five and seven, their memory, comprehension, imagination, and so on, will be ahead of teenagers among ordinary humans.

In adolescence, members of the Xing Clan can easily master any technology that adult humans can only master through continuous learning and training, and their progress is rapid. During this period, members of the Xing Clan are able to fully understand information such as the social customs, history, and interpersonal relationships of this world. It is usually also during this period that their personalities will change, and their fierce nature will begin to awaken.

In young adulthood, members of the Xing Clan, without any conditions, can approach the level of human fighters trained rigorously with their physical abilities and combat instincts, and they are extremely cunning and resourceful. They regard human lives, social rules, and so on, as worthless, and their highest mission is to achieve their own goals, posing an extreme danger to all non-clan members (including demons, monsters, etc.).

According to known activity reports, the number of adult Xing Clan members on the Sati Continent does not exceed one hundred, and the number on overseas islands is unknown. There is no evidence that they are deliberately trying to expand their population through more reproduction.

Only field personnel with the rank of staff officer or higher in the Royal Arcanist Corps have the right to "arrest" members of the Xing Clan. Other action personnel must completely eliminate the entity and anyone who comes into contact with them as their sole objective.]

"Oh, oh... I see." After reading the contents of this paper, Feng Bujue finally had some understanding of the "Xing Clan" setting. He smiled and said, "I feel like people of this race are born with the protagonist halo, absolutely domineering and cool, I even want to join them."