Mage Manual

Chapter 751: Tamasi Extra (Part 1)


"I just want to collapse here, I just won't change, what do you want to do about it?"

"What kind of trash dares to act tough in front of me? When I was battling alongside Lord Oleva, you probably didn't even know which cesspool you were swimming in!"

"How am I wrong? This makes no sense! Just try touching me!"

"Why should I listen to you?! Trash!"

In the residential area outside the pool of the Heavenly Kingdom of Thousand Wishes, two people were arguing at the doorway.

The residential area was exceedingly simple, merely rows of uniformly planned gray and white concrete houses, with a small ditch in front serving as a sewer. However, the clean outer walls and streets made it not too unsightly, complementing the Desolate Land.

Others came out to observe, and seeing that it was the middle-aged man from 713 arguing with the young man from 714, they understood. This wasn't their first argument; ever since the houses were newly built and moved into, the middle-aged man thought 713 was better, but the young man refused to switch, sowing discord early on.

Moreover, the middle-aged man was an old Mage of the War Holy Temple, naturally imbued with the arrogance of the First Sect, while the young man's sect had long been destroyed by the Four Pillars God Sect. Although he did not join the Four Pillars God Sect, he had turned to other minor sects, leaving him almost friendless. Knowing his background, the middle-aged man became even more unscrupulous.

"But you made everything dirty on my side!" the young man shouted.

"Then clean it up yourself, what use is it telling me?"

"You obviously spilled it!"

"Who saw it? Did you see it? When did I spill it? Maybe someone else did it, maybe you offended someone and got revenge, what does it have to do with me?!"

Seeing the youth unable to retort, the middle-aged man felt a burst of satisfaction and cursed, "I knew someone from a trash sect would just bark blindly, don't understand anything and still—"

Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent, the onlookers seemed to hold their breath, even the rustling sounds quietly hid away.

Only then did the middle-aged man notice he was shrouded in a massive shadow.

Both of them looked up and saw under the red sky, a figure in a pitch-black robe wearing a crow mask standing on the roof. Draped in a black feathered cloak, with hand axes and daggers tied to his waist, his hooded head bore a Three-winged Crow on his shoulder.

He stood there quietly, like the Death God towering over the world.

Thump, thump, thump!

The middle-aged man's heart pounded fiercely, sweat pouring from his forehead, but the young man got excited, "Your Excellency, Ya Sha Jin!"

Ya Sha Jin descended silently, glanced at them, then focused on the middle-aged man, "Were you insulting his faith just now?"

"No, no." The middle-aged man coughed, "I drank too little water, my throat is bad, and my voice sounds a bit strange..."

Ya Sha Jin seemed uninterested in dwelling on it, "What were you arguing about?"

Upon speaking, the young man's grievances seemed ready to burst forth; he pointed at the ditch in front of his door and yelled, "This bastard spilled feces and urine on my side!"

It was actually a simple matter: due to the lack of convenient toilet facilities, everyone could only dump their waste buckets into the ditch in front of their door, then wait for the morning water flow to flush it to the biogas area. Yet, even something so commonplace spawned many problems: as the water wouldn't flush the entire ditch clean each morning, there was an art to pouring it; otherwise, if it wasn't clean, one had to deal with it themselves.

Typically, it should be poured slowly, aiming for the bottom. The conflict between 713 and 714 arose from the middle-aged man dumping his waste bucket haphazardly at the young man's ditch, without it being clean, often splattering onto the ground and door.

Two times might be forgivable, but how could anyone endure it daily? Thus the young man finally couldn't hold back and argued with the middle-aged man upon seeing waste at his doorstep again today.

During the young man's narrative, the middle-aged man constantly interrupted with defenses, angering the young man enough to start arguing again. Ya Sha Jin didn't stop them, extracting the truth from their quarrel, then told the middle-aged man, "You are not allowed to do this anymore, and you must take responsibility for cleaning the waste on the ground."

"It wasn't me, Your Excellency Ya Sha Jin!" the middle-aged man argued vehemently, "There are so many households around..."

Under Ya Sha Jin's calm gaze, the middle-aged man's voice halted slightly, but noticing many were watching, he stiffened his neck and said, "It really wasn't me! At most, I guarantee I won't pour it on his side anymore!"

Ya Sha Jin raised a finger, "One."

The middle-aged man faltered slightly, yet still said, "I didn't hit anyone! I didn't insult any beliefs! I didn't steal! Nor did I kill! I didn't violate any rules!"

"Two."

The middle-aged man swallowed hard, "I used to be with Oleva—"

Slap!

Ya Sha Jin lifted him with one hand and smashed him to the ground, the sound making everyone around feel the pain. Ya Sha Jin pressed down on his back shoulder blades with both hands, fingers digging in like barbs, causing the middle-aged man to vividly recall the person from a few days ago who had their back cut open by Ya Sha Jin, lungs pried out, and was suffocated with the Blood Eagle punishment, hanging in front of the residential area for three days until the body rotted!

This was the Death God Black Crow of Ya Sha Jin!

The cruelest, the most savage and violent, who fancy tortures, disguising their murderous acts with justice, each one a madman of the Ya Sha Jin!

"Alright, alright, I give in, is that not enough?"

"Good."

Ya Sha Jin directly grabbed the back of his head, slamming it into the waste on the ground, using his face to wipe clean the dirty mess! The middle-aged man dared not scream, with his own excrement smeared on his face, unable to hold his breath, he felt his nose and lips inhaling the filth!

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