CHAPTER 412: CHAPTER 412: IN FRONT OF HER HUSBAND? THIS TWISTED?

Chapter 412: In Front of Her Husband? This Twisted?

Late at night.

Inside a house in Los Angeles.

A young couple was preparing for bed.

Suddenly—

A loud crash came from downstairs.

Bang!

It sounded like something had smashed through the front door.

The noise instantly startled the couple awake.

Anyone could tell—someone had broken into their home.

The husband jumped out of bed, grabbed a handgun from the nightstand, and said urgently, "Mary, hide and call the police—now!"

With that,

He opened the bedroom door, gun in hand, and moved cautiously toward the stairs.

Click!

The lights came on.

He raised the gun, ready to fire—only to freeze when he saw who it was.

"Tommy? What are you doing here?!"

The intruder was a young man, though his appearance was disheveled—buck teeth, sunken features, rough skin. Someone clearly not doing well.

Tommy had once been a drifter without a job. Were he not Mary’s cousin, Frank, the husband, wouldn’t have known him at all.

But now, Tommy looked completely different. His face held a cocky, aggressive expression, and his eyes were filled with wild hostility.

"Frank! Long time no see!"

He grinned, revealing yellowed teeth.

Seeing it was a relative, Frank lowered the gun, but his voice was stern. "Tommy, what the hell is wrong with you? You broke my front door in the middle of the night!"

Tommy chuckled. "Is Mary home?"

Frank frowned. "It’s late. What do you want with Mary?"

Before Tommy could reply, a figure appeared from the bedroom and rushed to Frank’s side.

"Tommy?"

It was Mary.

She looked downstairs, eyes widening in shock and anger. "Tommy, are you out of your mind? Are you high?"

Tommy showed no reaction to her anger.

Instead, as he stared at Mary, an unsettling light filled his eyes.

"Oh Mary, my cousin... you’re more beautiful than ever. No wonder I can’t forget you."

Frank and Mary’s faces darkened.

Mary looked disgusted.

Frank, furious, raised the gun again and aimed it at Tommy.

As a husband, seeing another man speak to his wife like that—especially in his own home—was unbearable.

"Tommy, you’re her cousin, so I’m giving you a chance. Get out of my house. I won’t say it again. If you don’t leave, I’ll put a bullet in your head."

"Is that so?"

Tommy sneered. "Try it."

Then, to their shock, he stepped forward.

As he walked, he spoke with a twisted smile. "Mary, remember when we were kids? We played house. You were my bride. You were like a princess. I swore then I’d marry you one day."

"When you married this loser, do you know how much it hurt? I even left the city because of you."

"But now, I’ve been chosen. I’ve been given power. I’m back—to take you from him. Starting tonight."

Frank and Mary looked at him in disbelief.

"Tommy! Are you insane?" Mary shouted. "That was a childhood game! You think I ever had feelings for you? I didn’t—and I don’t!"

Tommy stopped. His expression turned dark.

"Is that so?"

"Of course!" Mary snapped. "To me, you’ve always been pathetic. A mess. Just look at yourself. You disgust me. If it weren’t for Aunt Peronie, I wouldn’t even talk to you."

She then hugged Frank tightly, kissed him on the cheek, and added coldly, "Compared to Frank, you’re like a rat in a sewer."

A murderous glint filled Tommy’s eyes.

"Fine. You bitch. I’m going to screw you right in front of him—till you’re begging for death!"

With that,

Tommy rushed forward.

Frank, consumed with rage, didn’t hesitate. He pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The shot landed.

Tommy flinched.

But he didn’t fall. He grinned wickedly, then kept charging.

Frank was stunned.

He emptied the entire magazine.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang through the neighborhood, echoing loudly.

Neighbors stirred.

But Tommy didn’t stop. He tanked the shots and lunged at the couple.

Then—like pulling a weapon out of thin air—he produced a katana and swept it down.

Frank’s legs were severed on the spot.

"Ahhh!!"

He collapsed, screaming in pain, blood gushing out.

The agony overwhelmed him—he began to lose consciousness.

But Tommy shoved a pill into his mouth.

"No passing out yet," Tommy said with a sinister grin. "You’ve still got a show to watch."

It was a powerful stimulant, something from a mysterious source.

The moment it dissolved, Frank’s mind snapped back—but the pain remained unbearable.

Tommy didn’t pause. He grabbed the terrified, frozen Mary—

What followed,

Was unspeakable.

When he was done, Tommy killed them both.

And casually walked away.

The authorities arrived... far too late.

...

Tommy drove a Dodge out of the neighborhood.

An hour later,

He parked outside a single-story house.

Stepping out, he walked in with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

What he had just done gave him no guilt—only pleasure. As if completing a twisted mission, his whole body felt light.

Better than any high.

Tommy was already addicted to the feeling.

As he walked, he even considered doing it again sometime—repeating the same twisted process.

It had to be said:

The Lord God’s space had given certain degenerates the power to change their fate—but in doing so, it had also amplified the darkness in their hearts.

When Tommy entered the house,

There were already five or six people gathered.

They were members of his team, meeting tonight to prepare for a dungeon run.

"You handled it?"

A bald man asked upon seeing Tommy come in.

This bald man was the team’s leader—and also their strongest. He was a veteran B-rank reincarnator.

Despite his earlier arrogance, Tommy didn’t dare act up in front of him. He smiled and replied, "All taken care of."

"How did it feel?" the leader asked again.

Tommy perked up immediately. "Honestly, it felt incredible. Boss, I really think you should try it sometime."

Unexpectedly—

The bald man’s expression darkened. He raised his hand and slapped Tommy hard across the face.

Smack!

A sharp, crisp sound.

Tommy was knocked to the floor.

He was stunned by the sudden blow.

"W-What did I do?" he stammered.

He didn’t dare act defiant before the team leader.

The bald man grabbed a tablet and shoved it in front of Tommy, barking, "Take a look at the mess you’ve made, you idiot! I’ve told you more than once to keep a low profile lately—and you go stir up a high-profile incident that’s all over the city?!"

The tablet displayed a news video from a local media outlet.

It reported on the gruesome murder that had taken place in a neighborhood just one hour ago.

Though the video had only been posted for about twenty minutes, it had already gone viral—over ten million views.

Tommy’s face twisted in rage after watching it.

The reporter had exaggerated every detail, framing him as a deranged criminal—and even mocked his performance as a man.

Indeed,

According to nearby surveillance, Tommy had entered and exited the house in under five minutes...

"I know where that media outlet is. I’ll go kill them all!" Tommy shouted, getting up furiously.

But before he could take a step,

The bald man landed a punch squarely on his face.

The blow sent Tommy flying, screaming in pain.

Had he not possessed enhanced physical traits, he might have died from that punch alone.

"Tommy, you idiot—do you have shit for brains? Or do you just want to blow this whole thing wide open?!"

This time, it wasn’t the leader speaking—it was another team member. The leader was so enraged he couldn’t get a word out.

That member continued, "There’s been a powerful outerworld entity hunting reincarnators like us. It’s already taken down dozens in other regions. Now it’s here—on our turf."

"The boss told us to lay low so we wouldn’t attract its attention. But thanks to your stunt, it’s impossible not to get noticed now."

Tommy protested, "But I heard it doesn’t kill every reincarnator. Maybe it won’t come after us."

The team member laughed coldly. "Did you also hear that it especially targets those who break moral and legal boundaries like you?"

Tommy was at a loss for words, then muttered, "Maybe we’re overthinking. I’ve been pretty lucky lately—like the Goddess of Fortune’s watching over me."

Suddenly, a voice echoed from the rooftop.

"Sorry to inform you—but the Goddess of Fortune has left. What’s watching you now... is Death."

Everyone in the room froze in shock.

Before they could react,

A green glow enveloped each of them.

And then—

They were unable to move.

The next moment:

Crack. Crack. Crack...

The entire reincarnator team—including the bald leader—collapsed lifeless to the ground.

Their necks had been snapped by overwhelming force.

These were low-ranked reincarnators, without any heaven-defying life-saving measures. Death was death.

Only now did two figures drop down from the roof.

A man and a woman.

The man was bald. The woman had an authoritative, striking presence.

They were Chen Ye and Qin Muyin.

The attack just now had come from Qin Muyin’s telekinesis.

She frowned as she surveyed the bodies and muttered, "This place really is a haven for crime. The reincarnator crime rate here is far higher than in other regions. And the acts they commit... they’re utterly revolting."

Chen Ye chuckled beside her. "That’s why I said—no need to hold back here. And no need to check who’s from the so-called ’good camp.’ Nine out of ten are rotten to the core. It’s simpler to just clean house."

Qin Muyin shook her head. "Which is why those reincarnators who gain power and still stay true to their principles are so precious. And the ordinary people here... they need something to believe in. Without hope, they might create chaos we can’t control."

"Chen Ye, didn’t you say you wanted to leave behind a safe and stable life for this body’s family? If that’s the case, you can’t go scorched-earth. After you leave, your family might suffer the consequences."

Chen Ye knew she was right.

He smiled. "So you’re saying all this... for me, huh?"

Qin Muyin rolled her eyes at him.

Then suddenly—

She frowned and bent over, dry heaving.

Chen Ye was startled. "Qin-jie? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?"

Qin Muyin waved him off. "No... maybe it’s just the stench here. Makes me nauseous."

But Chen Ye sensed something was off.

His eyes widened.

"Come with me—now!"

"Where to?"

"I just saw a hospital nearby. We’re going."

"It’s just nausea. I don’t need a hospital..."

"Trust me. We’re going!"

He was so insistent because—

Back in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, he had witnessed Tang Zichen’s pregnancy symptoms.

Qin Muyin’s reaction had looked eerily familiar!

Moments later,

Chen Ye was half-dragging her to the hospital.

Even though Qin Muyin’s strength had recently skyrocketed and her mental stats had passed ten thousand, in front of someone like Chen Ye, she was still just a girl being pulled along.

The hospital wasn’t small, and there were night-shift doctors on duty. With their abilities, it was easy to find an experienced physician.

(End of Chapter)