Chapter 3: Ecstasy Heart Sutra

Once the man died and his corpse vanished, Tristan quickly walked over, picked up the dropped watch, and allowed his system to absorb it.

Then he rushed to the main battlefield at the back door.

By the time he arrived, bullets were raining down from all directions, cornering the last reincarnator.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Chris screamed as a bullet from the assault rifle somehow grazed his arm.

"Chris!"

Jill shouted in alarm, ducking just in time as a row of bullets nearly tore through her. She almost met the same fate.

"Haha, you're all going to die!" The muscular man screamed, ripping open his shirt to reveal explosives strapped to his body. "Second brother, I will wait for you in the afterlife!"

Bang!

But in that moment, a sniper's bullet pierced his skull, and his body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Seizing the moment, Tristan rushed forward, pulling Jill onto his shoulder and dragging Chris toward a corner.

Boom!

The explosion after the reincarnator's death shook the area, even shaking the ground beneath them and sending debris flying. The sheer force of the blast left Jill momentarily stunned, and she couldn't help but cover her head.

It took her a while to come to her senses again. She turned to Tristan, who saved her life, and spoke sincerely.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Just buy me a drink tonight." He glanced at Chris, who was pale and bleeding. "I'll call an ambulance for Chris. You should get checked out at the hospital too."

On the outside, Tristan smiled warmly, but on the inside, he had a sinister grin as he remembered the sensation of her breasts on his back when he carried her.

He decided that when he fucked this bitch in the future, he must use those assets of her well for his own pleasure.

Soon, Tristan got up, but just as he was about to walk away, Jill called after him.

"Tristan, you are a good person."

"Thanks, but don't call me that. I'm no good guy. I'm a villain, through and through. Anyway, take care of your injuries. I'll drop by the hospital after I finish the report."

He replied without even turning back, and his smile became brighter and brighter.

On the other hand, as Jill looked at Tristan, who was leaving, she suddenly smiled and shook her head.

"What a strange person."

Despite Tristan's popularity among his colleagues, she hadn't thought highly of him before. He was involved in underground activities—smuggling, gambling, and other illegal dealings. 

He wasn't exactly a good person. But today, her impression of him had shifted dramatically.

After all, unless there's an irreconcilable hatred, it's difficult not to feel grateful toward someone who saves your life.

Back in the car, Tristan glanced at the system's mission panel, feeling a surge of excitement.

The system had been dormant for so long, and Tristan didn't want to fail his first mission and cause the system to self-destruct. But fortunately, he succeeded.

[Mission Completed] 

[Current Points: 3,000] 

[One-time Shop Unlocked. Points can be used for purchases.]

[You have successfully unlocked the Pass to the Land of Death.] 

[Transferring basic system knowledge to the host...]

Suddenly, a flood of information about the system's functions filled his mind.

Tristan pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply. Whenever he was under pressure, a cigarette was his way of calming down.

Processing the information in his head, Tristan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. 

As it turned out, Land of Death was something like a "Main God Space," which he had read about in the novels on Earth. The reincarnators Tristan had killed earlier were all members of Land of Death.

So, the system's Pass to the Land of Death was essentially a fake identity, allowing him to blend in unnoticed.

As a fake reincarnator, Tristan had no allies—all reincarnators were now his enemies.

Yet the advantages were also extremely clear.

First, Tristan could kill reincarnators and steal their watches to earn points. 

Second, with this secret identity, the system allowed him to travel to various worlds under the Land of Death, where he could complete missions in exchange for valuable rewards. 

Each time he entered a new world, he could gradually impose his influence on its plot, bending it to his will, whether by plundering its resources or fucking the heroines.

Unlike reincarnators, who were shackled by endless restrictions, Tristan was free to take whatever he desired.

Of course, Reincarnator worlds were often drawn out, filled with long, grueling battles, and sometimes too time-consuming. But that was something Tristan had to deal with himself.

Lastly, there were also the life-or-death challenges. These trials often varied, sometimes testing brute strength, at other times intellect, or even teamwork. 

The mortality rate was abnormally high, and the points earned from these challenges were small, primarily aimed at newcomers who hadn't yet accumulated many points.

Nevertheless, the best part was that there was no cooldown between challenges. 

In theory, if someone didn't fear death, they could keep entering and earning points by grinding it out like low-level quests over and over again.

However, these challenges had a catch—most superpowers, bloodlines, and items were significantly reduced in power, leveling the playing field. The fairness was only partial, though. He would have to discover the finer details of these rules on his own.

Tristan processed all this, and a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. Especially thinking about his current identity.

He was somewhere between a native and a reincarnator. He had a permanent base here in the Resident Evil world, but he could also blend in with the reincarnators, using his fake identity to hunt them. 

It was a delicious irony.

Regardless, with the points system now clear, he shifted his attention to the one-time store that had unlocked. 

His curiosity piqued as he explored what treasures he could buy.

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[Infinite Bullet Desert Eagle]

Attack Power: 100-180

Firing rate: 1.3 rounds per second.

Capacity: six rounds, with one bullet recharging every second.

Cost: 3,000 points

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[Super Bulletproof Vest]

Armor: 500

Dodge: 300

Elemental Resistance: 30

Health Boost: 100

Effect: Increases movement and shooting speed by 10%

Cost: 1,000 points

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Tristan frowned slightly as he scanned the options. Neither item was particularly impressive. 

The Desert Eagle with infinite ammo was more of a novelty than a weapon, especially with its slow firing rate of about just one round per second.

He knew that equipment was temporary. Skills, on the other hand, were permanent. Building a foundation with skills was the real key to power.

As he browsed through the shop, he discovered some basic skills within his budget, such as combat skills, shooting techniques, diplomacy, and exploration, all of which were fairly ordinary.

But then something caught his eye. 

A grayed-out skill had a note next to it stating that only people with unknown identities could purchase it.

The moment he read this, his skill lit up, as if it recognized him.

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[Ecstasy Heart Sutra]

[Introduction: A secret art of the Ecstasy Sect from the Martial Arts world. Through intercourse, one can enhance their abilities. If both partners practice the Ecstasy Heart Sutra, the effect is doubled.] 

Cost: 1,000 points

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After reading this, Tristan's eyes glowed with excitement. This skill seemed tailor-made for him. 

The idea that he could boost his power simply by fucking women? 

It was simply perfect!

With this, he could dominate both on the battlefield and in bed, becoming unstoppable.

He bought the skill right away, without hesitation. A burst of light exploded in his mind, pouring data into his consciousness and leaving him with a splitting headache.

Moments later, the skill's details appeared on his system panel.

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[Ecstasy Heart Sutra: Level 1 (Max: 20)]

Effect: Increases strength, agility, and wisdom by 5 points each per level.

It enhances the basic attack power by 5 points.

Increases movement speed by 1%.

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Tristan rubbed his chin.

"It's not bad," he muttered, though the boost wasn't as overwhelming as he'd hoped. But he knew that this was only a skill worth 1000 points, and there would be far better skills to use in the future.

Realizing this, he removed unnecessary thoughts from his head and started thinking about how to use the skill to quickly increase his strength.

However, just as he was processing the skill, his phone rang.

"Tristan here," he answered curtly.

"Tonight at 8, Cider Pub. Crime Squad's celebration. My treat." Jill's voice came through, brusque as always, before the line went dead.

But Tristan wasn't offended by this attitude. On the contrary, a wide grin appeared on his face as a sinister plan formed in his head.

'I was just thinking about who to choose as my first target; I didn't think Jill would be so eager to step forward and help me make the decision. Such a kind-hearted woman, I must give her a big, thick gift tonight, hehehe.'

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