Chapter 22: The Shortest Deduction in History!

Never break a promise!

For every good person he killed, he would inherit their cause and carry it forward. That was the only way he could console himself. What could be done must be done; what could not be done must be achieved through whatever means necessary. Zhou Quan buried his fingers into his hair and scratched his scalp to relieve the pressure. He muttered, "I can check how much Weng Lin spends on charity every year."

"Whatever she spends, I will match it twofold, and as long as I am alive, I will never stop."

His gaze grew increasingly resolute. Yes! That is exactly what I will do!

Having resolved this, Zhou Quan took a deep breath, stood up, and walked toward his room. He was exhausted after the night’s turmoil. He needed to rest to face what was coming next... stopping the Evil God from killing!

If every time a simulation ended, the Evil God sent out an entity—that ghostly thing inside him—to realize the simulation, then he had every opportunity to intervene and stop it. Because that ghostly thing was likely similar to him in strength, a one-to-one replica. Perhaps even inferior to him. After finishing a simulation, he could use achievement points to upgrade his tools. Yet, the strength of that ghost remained stagnant at the level it was before. In other words, if he went to protect Weng Lin tonight, he could use his "White Wolf King" identity card to counter the ghost’s "Ordinary Wolf King" identity card. His chances of winning were high!

But how things would actually unfold could only be known by trying. He had to conserve his energy to ensure that when the moment arrived, he could bring his full strength and spirit to bear!

Zhou Quan dragged his weary body into his room. He closed the doors and windows tightly and locked them from the inside. If anyone broke in, he would hear the movement and wake up immediately. Doing this was mainly to guard against Ni Hao. A few hours ago, Ni Hao had been his enemy, and only surrendered due to the situation. By comparison, Li Muci was far more trustworthy. When the man with the monkey paw approached him, Li Muci had called out to wake him in time, rather than standing by and watching. Moreover, Li Muci was someone the Evil God had deliberately left behind. By extension, he counted as one of his own.

Zhou Quan did not take off his clothes or shoes; he collapsed onto the bed face-up and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already noon. He sat up, checked the time on his phone, and then rose to leave the room. His parents didn't have much time left; he had to hurry and "recharge" them. He went to the master bedroom. The curtains were drawn, and the light was dim, but thanks to the expensive ventilation system, the air in the room was fresh. Zhou Quan walked to the bedside and observed his parents' faces. They were deathly pale, devoid of any color.

[3 hours]

The countdown to death was almost at zero again. Zhou Quan sat on the edge of the bed, placed the Evil God’s notebook on his lap, and slowly opened it.

[Simulation successful: The Hypocritical Orphanage Director / The Over-Sentimental Pop Singer]

[Begin next simulation?]

Zhou Quan was silent for two seconds, then, with a thought, the text on the notebook began to flow.

[There is a historic cathedral on Religious Culture Street. There is a priest in the cathedral who is deeply respected by the citizens. Many who have committed evil deeds come to him to confess and seek inner peace. He keeps their secrets; even if they have committed murder or arson, he keeps his lips sealed, never leaking anyone's secrets, letting his own conscience be seared on the holy fire...]

[Target: The Secret-Keeping Conscientious Priest]

[Comment: He loves God more than little boys; a clear stream in the religious world, hindering moral decay. Now, reward him with a meeting with God.]

Seeing the description in the notebook, Zhou Quan’s eyes widened, his face showing disbelief. "Father Charles?" he gasped. There was only one cathedral on Religious Culture Street, and only one priest respected by the citizens there. That was Father Charles!

Just a few days ago, he had gone to the cathedral to confess to Father Charles. He had listened to Father Charles’s teachings, doing two good deeds for every bad one, which was the only thing that had brought him comfort and allowed him to shed the guilt that had nearly suffocated him after killing the old director.

Father Charles has been a benefactor to me! And now I have to help the Evil God kill Father Charles? Am I even human?

Zhou Quan clenched his fists, his whole body trembling. He felt as if he saw the Evil God holding the scales of life, beckoning to him. On one side of the scale was Father Charles; on the other, his parents. Only if one side sank could the other rise.

"I am sorry, Father Charles," Zhou Quan’s eyes filled with tears. True, Father Charles had been kind to him, but on the other side were the parents who had given him life and raised him!

"I am not human!"
"I am lower than a pig or a dog!"
"I will surely go to hell when I die!"

Zhou Quan cursed himself frantically. However, his cursing could not stop the text flowing on the notebook.

[Begin Simulation]
[Day 1]
[You arrive at the cathedral and meet Father Charles.]
[You transform into the White Wolf King.]
[You appear behind Father Charles and tear his body apart; blood and entrails spill onto the floor.]
[Simulation successful.]

It was that successful? Zhou Quan stared at the words "Simulation successful," stunned for a moment. This was the shortest simulation yet.

"Father Charles is an ordinary person; he cannot stop that ghost at all." Zhou Quan was filled with extreme grief. Even if Father Charles had supernatural powers, they clearly paled in comparison to his White Wolf King. The teleportation and tearing during the White Wolf King’s transformation were too sudden. Unless one was prepared in advance, even those with supernatural abilities would perish on the spot, just like the leader of the Gray Night Society.

[You have achieved the following in this simulation:]
[① Gratitude in Reverse: When receiving grace, remember to retaliate.]
[② Kill on Sight: Kill as soon as you see them.]
[③ Practice Makes Perfect: Success on the first simulation.]

Zhou Quan looked at these three achievements, his heart aching as if a tiny creature were clawing at his chest with a chisel. The text on the notebook continued to flow.

[You have received the following rewards in this simulation:]
[① 3 Achievement Points]
[② 1 Talent Draw Opportunity]
[③ 10 Days of Vitality]

"Father Charles, I will save you!" Zhou Quan gritted his teeth. This simulation was too short; nothing could be gleaned from the content. Just as the second achievement described, it was a kill-on-sight; he couldn't even tell if he had protected Father Charles in the future. But regardless, he would go to the cathedral shortly to confess to Father Charles in person. Then, he would stay by the priest’s side, never leaving an inch!

He had three more achievement points and a new talent than he did in the simulation, and he knew that his simulated self would transform on sight. He refused to believe he couldn't protect Father Charles!

A rich green light emerged from the gaps in the notebook. This time, it was the size of a fist! Zhou Quan took a deep breath and split the vitality into two halves, pushing them into his parents' bodies. The complexions of his father and mother turned rosy before his eyes.

[5 days and 3 hours]

Zhou Quan pressed his lips together. He didn't know the basis for the Evil God’s vitality rewards; they fluctuated. But with this vitality, he wouldn't need to help the Evil God kill for the next five days, which was great news for him.

Next, it was time to draw a talent. Zhou Quan’s expression was grave. He understood that the quality of this talent would, to some extent, determine Father Charles’s life or death.

"I want to draw a talent!"

As the words fell, the text on the notebook began to ripple...