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Shen Chong's cultivation technique was called "High-Interest Loan." It allowed him to lend his own abilities to others. Whoever received thi
Shen Chong's cultivation technique was called "High-Interest Loan."
It allowed him to lend his own abilities to others. Whoever received this power could absorb the qi within another person by killing them.
However, for every person they killed, a certain percentage of the absorbed qi would be taken as interest and transferred to Shen Chong himself.
The more people they killed, the higher the interest rate became.
As the net gain of qi decreased, those who borrowed from Shen Chong often descended into a frenzy of killing.
This technique was somewhat similar to the Demon God's lending ability, but the side effects were far too severe and in need of improvement.
Otherwise, his followers across the worlds would all turn into murderous lunatics, and he would inevitably become a full-fledged evil god, hunted by all.
Synchronizing the creation of dimensional worlds with the enhancement of his own power, he felt that achieving single-universe-level strength was within reach.
"What's your name?"
Seeing George appear, Cassandra stepped forward, examining him from head to toe as if she were sizing up a pet.
"Just call me George," George replied with a smile.
He was in a great mood, knowing that he would soon be able to locate countless universes, and that the people within them could all potentially become his borrowers.
"George? Does your universe have someone by that name?"
Cassandra glanced back at her subordinates—her "oxen and horses"—who all shook their heads.
"Seems you're a special case."
From her years of experience, anyone with even a bit of power usually had some degree of notoriety across multiple universes.
Even though appearances varied, certain names and prominent traits tended to remain the same.
Take Deadpool for example—whether male Deadpool, female Deadpool, dog Deadpool, or baby Deadpool—they were all called Deadpool and wore similar outfits.
They favored twin swords and dual pistols, and most had incredibly strong healing factors.
But George—his name, abilities, and appearance—didn't ring any bells for her.
Nothing like him had ever appeared in the Void Lands either.
For someone this powerful, it was unlikely for him to be completely unknown.
"You're not wrong," George said casually. "And since I'm in a good mood, I'll give you two choices:
One—bring your people and submit to me.
Two—die."
With a wave of his hand, Deadpool was yanked upright and flung back beside Wolverine by the twin blades in George's grasp.
Hearing George's words, Cassandra froze for a moment before clutching her stomach and laughing loudly.
"Submit to you? Do you even know who I am? This is the funniest thing I've heard in ages. Looks like you need a little lesson to realize your place."
She extended a finger toward George and pressed downward. A powerful force crashed down upon him, driving him hard toward the ground.
"Magneto once said something similar… and then I crushed his helmet—and the head inside it."
"Looks like you're the one who needs to learn about power."
As the sudden force descended, George's body was instantly covered in golden light, neutralizing the pressure.
In the blink of an eye, he flashed forward and seized Cassandra by the throat, lifting her into the air.
Cassandra was indeed formidable—capable of killing Magneto and Professor X—meaning she had surpassed the limits of a level-four mutant and reached level-five status.
Her main ability was telekinesis, and she could read minds only by physically inserting her hand into someone's head—a far cry from Professor X's finesse.
She could also control her cells' regeneration, healing even severe injuries in an instant.
In terms of regeneration, she rivaled Wolverine and Deadpool.
However, while she might be a level-five mutant, she was still far from Phoenix's league.
In raw telekinesis, she might match the Phoenix, but the Phoenix's strength came not just from that—her true power lay in the Phoenix Force.
The Phoenix Force was one of the three ancient primal forces in the Marvel universe, with multiversal-level power.
So, Cassandra's overall combat level was at most sub–Skyfather class.
George, on the other hand, even without transforming into his dragon form, already possessed Skyfather-level strength. In dragon form, he would be among the very top of that tier.
"Your speed isn't bad. But if you think that's enough to hurt me…"
Though her breathing was cut off, Cassandra's face showed no pain. She pushed both hands toward George with force.
Even if her neck were broken, she wouldn't die so easily.
"I was only using less than one percent of my strength just now. This is my full power!"
Her telekinesis surged to over a hundred times its previous intensity, enough to crush an ordinary person into pulp instantly.
But George was far from ordinary. His powerful body, combined with the Golden Light Curse, easily withstood the attack—only faint tremors ran through the golden aura.
"Not bad. But that's your limit."
Faced with her strongest assault, George didn't move an inch.
They weren't even in the same league.
"This… impossible!"
Cassandra's pupils contracted, her composure vanishing.
Since fully awakening her abilities, no one had ever withstood her full-force telekinesis.
Even the toughest bodies had been ripped into bloody shreds, leaving only bone behind.
"Die!"
Refusing to believe George could endure her maximum power, she launched wave after wave of attacks, but none broke through.
Finally, she admitted, "I'll grant your defense is strong—but you can't kill me either!"
"You really don't understand this world."
Lightning erupted from George's hands, wracking Cassandra's body with violent spasms. As she frantically regenerated her charred flesh, George opened his mouth slightly.
"Hmph! Ha!"
A blast of white breath struck Cassandra, instantly knocking her soul from her body.
This was the "Breath Expulsion" technique he'd traded from Xiao Xiao—by uttering the syllables "hmph" and "ha," he could blast an enemy's soul free.
"What?! My body!"
Shocked to find her soul forced out, Cassandra tried to return, but her body had already been reduced to ash by the lightning.
Her regeneration depended on her telekinesis; without her soul inside, her body was no different from that of an ordinary person.
"Spirit Binding!"
Black qi surged from George, wrapping around Cassandra's struggling soul until it was fully captured.
Breath Expulsion to knock out the soul, followed by Spirit Binding to seize it—an absolutely perfect combination.
"Fall unconscious!"
With Cassandra dealt with, George waved both hands, releasing a chain of lightning-like stun spells.
In the blink of an eye, all of Cassandra's subordinates lay unconscious on the ground.
(End of Chapter)