Night Crow Master

At night, in front of a remote apartment in the Foggy Capital.

A man threw a cigarette **** on the ground, black leather shoes stepped on it, and stamped out the cigarette butt.

In the quiet of the night and the slightly cold evening breeze, I walked to the door of the apartment.

After groping twice in his jacket pocket and trouser pocket, he found it in the inner pocket of his clothes, inserted the door lock and twisted it slightly.

The slightly rusty lock cylinder was churned out with some black and red powder by the key, and the door was opened with an unpleasant creak.

Entering the door, the man turned around and watched vigilantly. After confirming that there were no stalkers, he closed the door.

In the dark room, the man took out the lighter from his pocket and lit it. In the dim flame, he fumbled and turned on the light.

The light from the low-brightness electric lamp was sprinkled on the wooden floor and dark walls.

Da da da--

The man stepped forward and walked into the kitchen on the left.

In the corner of the kitchen, he removed a pile of debris, and on the ground, a wooden board with edges that weren't tightly fitted appeared.

Taking out the key just now, the man inserted the key upside down into the keyhole, opened the door, looked at the exposed stairs, and walked down without hesitation.

He closed the door and walked on the unmanned stairs. The cold air was sucked into his mouth and nose, and the man became more sober.

There are also lights in the basement-one of the switches that have been turned on on the ground is the basement.

The basement illuminated by the light is only a few square meters in size, and it is not high enough. It looks very narrow and low, and it is full of depression.

It's not a warehouse or anything. In the empty basement, there is only a deep and simple, off-white, long table with eight legs-like a huge white spider.

The ground was covered with white traces of white oil or paint, like a spider web.

And on the spider-like white table, there is a glass-like transparent container with a clear liquid in it, and a silver-white spider in the liquid.

The smooth exterior looks like a machine.

And the mystery and sublime that exudes, people can't help but have respect.

The same is true for the man. When he saw the silver-white spider in the container, he couldn't help showing a respectful look, with an indescribable look in his eyes.

He tidyed up his clothes, walked quickly to the table and knelt down.

"Our god, the weaver of fate, the noble **** of eight limbs..."

He did not see that a purple one-eyed spider fell from the ceiling, fell into the container, and got into the body of the silver-white spider.

When the man finished praying and raised his head to stand up straight, he heard a crisp noise.

The man looked in the direction of the sound with some doubts--

In the container, the sacred object belonging to the eight-limbed church, the spider feet of the silver-white spider penetrated the container, protruding the spider feet out.

"This this!?"

The man held three points of fear, three points of excitement, three points of reverence, and one point of doubt, and tremblingly watched the silver-white spider destroy the container and stuck his body out.

The clear liquid ran down the table and dripped onto the ground.

What gave the man peace of mind was that the silver-white spider did not attack him.

but.....

When his gaze swept across the silver-white spider's head, he saw that a purple-black line suddenly appeared on the head that had no traces before, and then suddenly split, and a huge one eye emerged from it.

At the moment when his gaze was exchanged, the man's eyes suddenly became dull, lost the focus, and the whole person seemed to be a walking dead.

"This is a reward given to us by the gods, this is our honor."

In the sluggishness, he watched the silver-white spider walk in front of him and pierced eight spider feet into his head.

As soon as the spider feet pierced his head, the power of the dark purple magic eye poured into his soul, dividing his soul into pieces.

【--data--】

【Name: Banksy Frankid】

【Age: 39】

[Race: Human]

【Sex: Male】

[Occupation: Octopus Hunter]

【.....】

One message after another appeared and hidden in the man's soul, forming a silver-black human figure.

The silver-black figure was exactly the same as Banksy's appearance, completely carved out of a mold.

The dark self, the power of the magic eyes gushing out of the silver-white spider, separated the negative emotions in his heart, and artificially created the dark self.

Now, this Banksy, who was originally just an ordinary person and a fanatic in the eight-limbed church, has the ability to belong to himself.

The silver-white spider also injected the "duties" of the eight-limbed hunter into his consciousness, just like the will of the gods.

"Hunting the sins of the world, and destroying the sins of mankind with eight limbs."

After injecting this consciousness into Banksy’s soul, in the silver-white spider's body, the power of the purple-black magic eye stirred the spider's body——

In the next moment, the silver-white spider body turned into a silver liquid, blended into his body, and began to transform his body, making him more adaptable to absorb original sin.

When Banksy was sober, he looked at the "seeing of the believer" given by the gods-that is, the so-called system, and more and more enthusiasm surged in his eyes.

"Our noble god, the weaver of fate, the eight-limbed **** who hunts original sin!"

He chanted the prayer frantically, then knelt down to the ground, chanting aloud the name of the eight-limbed **** that had been quietly changed.

And Yate, who was far from the plane of the spider web, felt a wave of fanatical power of faith flooding toward him. Although it was weak and had a lot of magazines, if it was maintained for a long time, and then absorbed after careful separation, it would be for the normal way. Promotion is of great help.

As for this, as an exploration branch of the road of faith, Yate controlled the body of the magic eye and accepted it without hesitation.

Afterwards, he glanced at his skills--

Night Crow believer.

The skills are not lit.

But it doesn't matter, or it is better not to light up.

This is not only a complement to the original sin career, but also an attempt by him to carry out his faith path independently and without relying on the system.

He didn't have the idea of ​​breaking away from the system, his idea was to control the system.

In order to control the system, he needs to try a lot of things, whether it is planned or accidentally encountered in an unplanned situation.

Yate, who turned into a weaver of fate, lifted his spider feet slightly, and the purple-black appearance gradually turned silver-white——

After the power of the magic eye eroded and reconstructed the body, after a short period of trimming, the basic camouflage has been achieved...

In Wudu, purple and black spiders occupied various spider bodies, found the original believers of the Weaver of Destiny, and in the same way injected them with the "Eight" made by the original sin hunter. The "Limb Hunter" system, oh no, is the "view of the believer".

The welfare that gods bestow on believers, the power that gods bestow on believers, are the "believers' vision" that only believers can see.