[You have slain a Transcendent Martial Artist, altering the fate of this world.]
[You have earned one million destiny points.]
"Oh?" Gang Reyong raised an eyebrow at the notification.
Until now, he hadn't received a single destiny point in this world. This was the first time—and it came simply from slaying a Transcendent Martial Artist.
"Does that mean the more Transcendent Martial Artists I kill, the more powerful destiny points I'll receive?" he murmured calmly.
His mind churned, calculating rapidly. After a moment, he turned toward the woman, his tone icy:
"Who are you women?"
The woman standing before him wore simple black robes, a blindfold covering her eyes—it was a mystery how she could even see.
"Me?" she stammered, barely able to stop sobbing. "I-I…"
She met Gang Reyong's abyss-like gaze, a stare that seemed to pierce straight through her soul. Her head instinctively turned away, and she struggled to maintain her composure.
