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Suddenly, his gaze shifted, and when he looked again, the Catherine Carter he saw in front of him had transformed into a white-robed woman in a mask.

Staring at her emotionless face, a flicker of surprise crossed his features, and he thought to himself, “So, it has finally arrived.”

At that moment, he could see the face of Catastrophe clearly.

The [Polluted Split-mouthed Woman] had perfect facial features, impeccable brows and eyes, and her figure was faintly visible through her semi-transparent white dress.

She looked like a beautiful and reasonably sexy woman.

Only the chilling aura of death that lingered around her distinguished her from a normal human being.

They locked eyes, one man, one Catastrophe.

A mix of emotions surged within Leonard — excitement, curiosity, agitation… But the one emotion missing was fear; it had no place in front of those older brothers he looked up to.

Confidently, he scrutinized the masked woman before him from top to bottom. His composed demeanor seemed to cause a glitch in the Split-mouthed Woman.

Perhaps she was surprised by the lack of obvious fear in the human standing before her.

But despite her limited intelligence, the Split-mouthed Woman’s goal remained: to kill.

She asked that one question, “Am I beautiful?”

Leonard took a glance at her and truthfully replied, “Quite.”

He assumed this was a leading question, and it didn’t matter what he answered.

The following reversal was the moment that would determine life or death. “Hehehe…”

Hearing this, the Split-mouthed Woman, as if stimulated, suddenly started shaking.

She let out an eerie laugh, and those unfocused eyes of hers gradually focused, staring at the man who had remained indifferent all along.

In her hand now was a huge pair of scissors, the size of an arm, dripping with blood.

Looking at this, Leonard didn’t feel terrified; instead, he glanced at the

Enlightenment Panel and murmured to himself, “Mental intimidation, huh…” This type of tactic was usually employed to influence a human’s judgment.

As for the scissors, they were not some ancient artifact.

There was no need to worry about blocking or defending against it.

If the answer was wrong, it would be instant death with one snip.

Leonard frowned, not out of fear, but because even now, he couldn’t find any clues to break the situation.

This Catastrophe was tricky to deal with…

Facing Leonard’s unwavering calmness, the Split-mouthed Woman, whose gaze was originally meant to imply pure terror, was momentarily taken aback. Now that they had reached this point, she had to continue.

Cackling, she removed the mask from her face, revealing her true appearance. In that instance, an overwhelming aura of death rolled out.

The once delicate face now had a gash slashed across the lower half, and the scene had suddenly turned terrifying.

It was as if the wound was an extension of her lips, extending to the corners of her mouth.

She was grinning.

But that frightening grin practically consumed her entire face.

Her lips were enchantingly red, moist and eerie, looking just like blood-stained lip color.

The Split-mouthed Woman removed her mask. She turned to Leonard, cackling, “Now, do you still think I’m beautiful?”

Seeing this, Leonard’s face finally showed a trace of emotion.

In truth, he had anticipated a horrifying scene before the monster removed her mask.

But for him, fear was an impossible emotion to evoke, regardless of what terrifying images he saw.

Just like right now.

But as soon as he got a clear look at her face, his expression changed.

Leonard’s eyes trembled slightly as he stared in awe at the gaping grin of the

Split-mouthed Woman, as if appreciating a piece of exquisite art.

As he continued to gaze at her, he reached out his hand to touch the terrifying, gaping wound on her face, murmuring, “So beautiful…”

Earlier, he was indifferent.

But now…

He was genuinely appreciating such beauty.

When the Creator made all things, it didn’t mean that only the form of humans can be considered beautiful.

Just like how the hellish creatures are terribly ugly, and Abyssal Creatures are bizarre…

But to some extent, they too, are perfect creatures.

However, that kind of “beauty” is hard for normal humans to appreciate.

As for Leonard Churchill, he happens to appreciate this twisted beauty.

More precisely, some of his thoughts resonate with this kind of beauty! Initially, he was considering a few other strategies to deal with the creature. But at this moment, Leonard truly finds the Split-mouthed Woman beautiful. It is a kind of…flawed beauty.

Like a gorgeous canvas slashed with a knife, this slash seems to enhance the beauty of the painting.

Leonard gently strokes the creature’s wound, fascinated, sincerely admiring,

“So beautiful…”

After all the catastrophes, this is the first time he has felt this way.

It almost feels like looking in a mirror.

He looks at the face in front of him, the smile slashed to the ear, as if seeing a clown’s face.

Exactly the same indeed.

“You must feel lonely…”

Leonard murmurs.

Upon hearing this, the initially boiling Undead Air of the Split-mouthed

Woman suddenly quietened.

Looking at the human in front of her, stroking her face, she stands still, dumbfounded.

This move had completely stumped her.

To kill?

Or not to kill?

The praise comes from the heart, and no disguise could produce such mental fluctuation.

She can sense that this human genuinely appreciates her face.

In a moment, it is almost like they are lovers.

A person and a catastrophe, gazing at each other.

It seems like time has stopped.

Leonard, appreciating the face he can’t critique, does not want to kill her.

But Split-mouthed Woman, a catastrophe borne of vengeful spirits, kills people as a means of venting her resentment.

She asks the last question, “Since you think I am beautiful… Won’t you become just like me?”

Unexpectedly, Leonard smiles brightly, “Sure.”

Stretching his face towards her, he looks as if he is waiting for her to apply makeup on him.

The Split-mouthed Woman does not hesitate and lifts her scissors to lightly cut.

This slash could easily end his life.

Nonetheless, Leonard neither dodges nor evades, greedily enjoying the chilly sensation of the blade cutting through his skin.

Until his face is covered in blood.

Warm blood trickles down.

Far from being scared, Leonard treats the sharp scissors as a mirror, smiling at his reflection in it.

With that smile, his dazzling white teeth shine through.

His smile reaches his ears.

Leonard tilts his head satisfactorily, displaying the clown’s iconic exaggerated smile, “Ah… this is the feeling.”

Looking at his own reflection, he uses his fingers to smear some blood on his face, skillfully penciling out the eyeshadow and triangle eyebrows.

A clown’s face painted with fresh blood quickly takes shape.

Looking at his familiar self.

At that moment, he feels utter perfection.

Leonard smiles at the Split-mouthed Woman across from him, whose face was originally filled with resentment, also smiles together with him.

He knows what’s about to happen.

He lifts his hands.

The Split-mouthed Woman responds with a warm embrace.

Feeling recognized, she finally achieves spiritual salvation.

The figure of the split-mouthed woman grows fainter, a single crystal-clear tear falls.

Only a semi-transparent pair of scissors drops to the ground.

[Split-mouthed Woman’s Scissors]

Quality: Brilliant Gold

Description: A spiritual artifact of the A-rank Third Tier Split-mouthed

Woman who has been tainted by high-level Dark System Rule Power; Contains a strong and structured offensive Mental Matrix, an extremely rare ‘Spirit’ type material;