**Murder**

The police run through all the streets, full of snow, leaving their traces marked on it. They walk each neighborhood, from those of high status to the corners where the most humble beggar inhabits, inspecting each stone and each home, as a murderer is loose.

"Why does the police just act when people die from medium or high ranking, but not when they are beggars or low classes? I hate that."

Alqatil, the murderer, pursues his last victims: two grandparents and their grandchildren, smiling children who walk with sweets, followed by their grandparents, who wear coats.

A child observes a red flower with yellow petals in the middle of snow.

"Sister, look at that flower."

A girl, smiling, approaches and observes the flower.

"Yes, it's very beautiful."

The girl turns.

"Grandpa, look at this flower."

"Grandfather ..."

Children are alone, surrounded by snow and red flower, with a breeze of air.

"Grandfather!"

"Grandmother!"

Children shout looking for their grandparents when they see a red puddle in an alley.

The boy, brave, protects his sister and approaches slowly, listening to a creepy voice. From the shadows a child emerges like them, smiling and covered in blood, with a knife in his hand.

"Very brave on your part, child, but not strong enough to be."

Suddenly, Alqatil runs towards the child with his knife high, ready to nail it on his forehead, but the child, for a reflection, pulls his head and the knife is nail into his sister's stomach.

"Sister! Damn, I'm going to kill you."

The child, in a pure attack adrenaline, hits in the face of Alqatil, who realizes that the knife was in the girl's stomach. A fight begins where the winner seems decided: the child, who for his diet and upbringing, has much more constitution than Alqatil, so he wins.

The child runs to his wounded sister and tries to help her with her basic knowledge, such as checking the pulse and pupils.

"Shit, that child almost kills me. It's a pity that it's still naive."

With blood all over the body, Alqatil gets up, approaches the child, whose sister tries to tell him, and with a stone he found, hit him in his head, leaving him unconscious.

"Good battle, child."

Alqatil removes the knife from the girl's stomach and cuts her carotid. Then the child is approaching and the knife nails him into his heart. With that work done, Alqatil moves away slowly and hides in a nearby sewer.

After a while, a couple approaches and calls the police, who begins to investigate the place and determines that it was the same murderer. They find two grandparents and their grandchildren disengaged in different parts of their bodies and decide to give them an honorable funeral.

Meanwhile, with the baron ...

"Who the hell is behind this? I can no longer lose more citizens, and much less profits and labor."

"Call me a Qi collection grower."

"Yes, sir."

////// two days later /////

A man appears by gods, with a white face, green eyes, black hair and defined jaw. His eyes seem to cross his soul.

"Mr. Cultivator, I hope you are well, I would like to ask you a favor, with profits."

"That favor would be ..."

"Kill a murderer."

"It's okay."

The grower jumps towards the town and arrives at his center.

** Five days later ... **

"Finally, you show up, I did not have to endure these fucking sewers for seven days because of you,"

[Good morning, host. It seems that you have been working well.]

"Out of regards, give me my reward."

[Well.

Congratulations, host. You have completed your first main mission.

** Main mission 1 ** (completed)

** reward: **

Elementary Meeting Cultivation Technique.]

A manual is slowly formed with the skin of Alqatil and his blood is writing the letters. After a while, the book falls to the ground while the screams are heard in the background.

"Why shit did you take off my skin?"

"[Host, I can not implement the information in your brain because you would not understand and you would forget it. Also, I can not materialize something from nothing, and the closest thing was your skin and blood.]"

"You would have warned," he complains Alqatil as he sits to read.

** QI ** basic collection technique **

This technique is based on the inspection of corpses and their circuit. The first phase is transplantation of a Qi circuit or create one. Choose the option you prefer: the first would be in an operation of three people, where one with its Qi controls the entire Qi network and is transplating slowly. Then, extract your dantian and transfer it. The cultivator must be an elementary Qi teacher. The second option is to create your own qi network, which will be done by parts; First the arm. You must have a cultivator, and the stronger it is, the easier the process will be. The grower will use your energy to move the meat and turn it into spiritual circuits, and so with the whole body until you reach the heart, where you will use the meat of it to create the dantian and then, with your Qi, cure your heart. Then, you must connect all the spiritual veins to the dantian and connect it with the pores, each, then join the main vena of the dantian to the brain and connect it with the neurons. Finally, connect the own qi with the soul. This process depends on the cultivator; If it is lower rank, it may take 50 years and should be trusted, because if you include your Qi in the soul, you will have control of your body for eternity.

"you kidding me, a system?"

[No]

"How the hell do I do all that? I do not know any cultivator and, on top, have to be trusted."

[** Main Mission 2 **

** name: **

Creation

** explanation: **

The system has seen that the host conditions are much lower than necessary for cultivation. The system has decided to give you a mission so you can evolve.

** objective: **

Become a serial murderer with 20 deaths and make it about 'death'.

** reward: **

Spiritual and Dantian veins.

** punishment: **

Without cultivation for eternity.

** time: **

Undefined.]

"I like this much more, then, let's kill."

** Two weeks later ... **

A woman with shopping was going down the street, watching everywhere, because there is a loose assassin.

/////// twenty minutes after ... //////

"A dead woman has been found, totally broken and with the characteristic phrase of this murderer, 'death', made with her intestines. The ordinary people begin to call him 'death', because it is said to leave a note in a tree of a park with a name, which Appears dead after. This criminal takes 17 murders, sir."

"Thank you, official."

The baron has wrinkles on the whole face so it is happening in the town.

"Can someone tell me what that damn cultivator is doing?"

At that time, the cultivator appears through the door.

"Lord, I could find the murderer."

"Tell me what do you catch it, right?"

"No, sir, the killer is a vagabond child, the problem is that this child is someone very disgusting that moves through the sewers, and this venerable being will not do that dirty work."

'This is wrong, how dare?'

"Could you tell me where you are?"

"Sure, it is located in this place."

The cultivator passes a map with a location.

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome."

The cultivator leaves and the baron sighs.

"Atrápenlo."

"Yes, sir."

The officer retires and remains only the baron, who takes out a bottle of wine from his desk and takes a sip.

//// a day after ... ////

"Damn, how many people do I need to kill? Wait, I know where to find human: an orphanage."

Alqatil comes running towards a well-known orphanage and there is a child damaged by society. After confirming everything about him, the child manages to enter the orphanage and take a tour. As it was at night, most children were sleeping, so they told him his bed and left.

"At last they leave me alone; for we go to the kitchen," Murmurs Alqatil.

He comes slowly to the door, he goes out with stealth and follows the path he remembers towards the kitchen, which is close to safety. With the maximum care, record each drawer and manages to find a butcher knife. He goes to the children's room and begins his macabre task.

A girl is the first victim. Alqatil lid her mouth with a pillow and, with her knife, cuts her carotid and, by pass, her throat. After making sure his death, he puts his eyes on a five-year-old boy. With one hand in the mouth of the small and with the other handing the knife, he nails it into his throat, adding another death to his list. His last goal is a ten-year-old girl, owner of a deep snoring. Just when he is about to kill her, steps are heard and the door is knocked down. Ten officers with swords and arcs enter the scene.

"Damn, let out that knife!" It screams one of the officers, pointing him with his sword, while another one with an arc shoots.

'Damn, hurts, but a few years in jail does not matter,' think Alqatil.

He raises the knife and nails the girl, who observes it with a look of pure terror. Blood splashes and arrows fly.

** One day after ... **

"Dear citizens, there is no reason to fear more, because we have caught the malechor, so they rest calm and enjoy," announces the Baron with a strong and clear voice, followed by many applause. Meanwhile, a child is found in a cell.

'Damn, they have not even given me food, nor have they treated my wounds, but how happy I am right now, they will finally give me my reward,' think with irony.

[** Main Mission 2 ** (completed)

** name: **

Creation

** reward: **

Spiritual and dantian veins]

[Host, I recommend being in a safe and comfortable place because it will hurt.]

"Hurt?" Question alqatil, confused.

Horrripilant cries are heard in cell number 89, while the other prisoners shout and cover their ears. Within the cell, a grotesque transformation is presented.

Alqatil's skin melts and consumes to obtain enough energy, and his muscles contract and stretch out of strange ways, forming veins that connect all over the body and enter the spine, organs and, finally, in the brain. The skull opens and a large vein connects with him, and his nerves merge with the veins. After this process, the ribs, lungs and other organs open and leave the heart exposed, which contracts and stretches to form a meatball that is included in a part of the heart. A main artery is divided and connected with this ball.

Finally, the dantian connects with the soul, which leaves the body of Alqatil as its personification. Dantian arises an energy that connects in the same way that the body was formed. At the end, he joins again and the body begins to heal. The impressive thing about this process is that it does not lose a single drop of blood.

[Congratulations, host, now you can cultivate.]

Alqatil is sleeping on the ground.