123: Chapter 123 Bloodbath Against the Traitor: My Rule is Reincarnation!

"Thump!"

The Myriad Commander who had been planted with a "Soul Beacon" didn't even have time to utter a word of defense amidst his extreme terror and regret. His soul form shuddered violently and suddenly dissipated on its own, turning into pure yin energy, leaving only a hollow suit of armor to clatter onto the ground.

He chose to end his own life. It wasn't out of guilt, but because he was too ashamed to face Lin Chen, and even more so because he couldn't bear the cruel reality that he had unwittingly become the "eyes" for the enemy to spy on his own lord.

Inside the hall, it was deathly silent.

Zhang Hao opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing. Even one of the earliest core members had turned out to be a problem; the blow was simply too great.

Lin Chen looked at the empty armor. His face remained expressionless, but the chill deep in his eyes was enough to freeze the entire hall.

He offered no comment on the Commander's suicide. His gaze slowly shifted toward the dozens of moles and dissidents who had just been dragged out by Zhang Hao and were now being restrained by Lei Xiao and the other Commanders of Ten Thousand.

These people included ghost soldiers, Ghost Clerks, Artisans, and Servants... Their ranks weren't high, but they were spread across every corner.

Their faces were now ashen. Some were trembling, some had eyes full of resentment, and others were still trying to plead their innocence.

"Lord of the Underworld, have mercy! I was forced into this!"

"I was just greedy for a moment, I'll never do it again!"

"For Our God! You blasphemers will eventually be destroyed!"

Cries, pleas for mercy, and curses were all mixed together.

Lin Chen turned a deaf ear. He slowly rose from the throne of the Lord of the Underworld.

This single step felt as if it were treading on the hearts of every living and dead thing. The air in the hall suddenly solidified, and all the noise was forcibly suppressed.

"I, Lin Chen, have stated my rules before," his voice wasn't loud, but it carried an iron-blooded coldness that clearly reached the ears of every "person" present. "Rewards for merit, punishment for faults."

His gaze swept over the exposed traitors as if he were looking at a pile of trash waiting to be disposed of.

"But today, I am establishing a new rule."

He raised his hand and pointed outside the hall, as if pointing toward the ethereal end of reincarnation.

"From this moment on, regardless of origin or race, as long as one of my subordinates earns enough merit and their accumulated 'contribution points' reach the standard..."

He paused deliberately, looking at the "innocent ones" and low-level ghost soldiers below. Their eyes, previously filled with trepidation, suddenly erupted with an unbelievable light as he announced word by word:

"...you can redeem them for one 'Priority Reincarnation VIP Channel' slot!"

"You may choose to be born into a wealthy family and live a peaceful, smooth life!"

"Boom—!"

These words were like a ladle of ice water poured into a boiling vat of oil. The entire hall—no, the entire Underworld Fortress—every ghost who heard his voice went wild!

Priority reincarnation!

Choosing your own family!

A peaceful and smooth life!

For these lonely souls and wild ghosts who had struggled in the Underworld for countless years with no hope of reincarnation—who might even have their souls scattered or become fodder for others at any moment—this was an ultimate temptation that was simply impossible to resist! It was a desire more direct and fundamental than any nether talisman, any power, or any strength!

"Long live the Lord of the Underworld!!"

"I swear my life's loyalty to the Lord of the Underworld!!"

"I would die a thousand deaths for you!!"

Feverish shouts like a mountain tsunami erupted from every corner of the Fortress, the sound waves nearly lifting the roof! The previous depression and panic caused by the screening were instantly replaced by this extreme desire and frenzy!

Meanwhile, the exposed traitors' faces turned completely deathly gray. They knew it was over. Under this new rule, they hadn't just lost their future; they had become stumbling blocks on the path to happiness in the eyes of all their "colleagues" who yearned for reincarnation! They would become public enemies!

"As for you all..."

Lin Chen's gaze finally fell back onto the traitors.

No trial, no nonsense.

He simply waved his hand lightly, as if brushing away dust.

"Kill them."

"Scatter their souls; they shall never be reborn."

As soon as the order was given, Lei Xiao and the other Commanders of Ten Thousand, who had been unable to restrain themselves, along with the nearby ghost soldiers whose eyes were now red with the desire to trade the traitors' heads for "contribution points," pounced like hungry tigers on sheep!

"No—!"

"Lin Chen! You'll die a horrible death!"

"Our God will avenge me!"

Screams, curses, explosions of energy, and the ear-piercing shrieks of souls being torn apart instantly filled the hall!

It was a bloody purge.

No mercy, no hesitation.

Betrayal could only be repaid with the most thorough destruction.

Zhang Hao watched the bloody scene and subconsciously shrunk his neck, but then he straightened his chest, feeling thoroughly gratified. Little Red Clothes held her doll, her pale eyes showing no discomfort; instead, she watched the "fireworks" of the shattering souls with great interest.

A moment later, the sounds subsided.

The center of the hall was empty. The dozens of traitors, along with every trace of their existence, had been completely erased. Only some lingering soul fragment energy in the air proved that everything had just happened.

The thick smell of blood and the burnt scent of dissipated souls permeated the air.

Lin Chen sat back on his throne expressionlessly, as if he had just handled a trivial matter.

"Cleaned up," he said flatly.

"Lei Xiao."

"Your subordinate is here!" Lei Xiao knelt on one knee, his voice still carrying a hint of bloodthirsty excitement from the slaughter.

"You will temporarily take over that Myriad Commander's position and reorganize his troops. Zhang Hao will assist you in conducting a second deep screening. Better to kill by mistake than to let anyone slip through."

"Yes!" Lei Xiao and Zhang Hao took the order simultaneously.

"Additionally," Lin Chen's gaze swept over everyone, "the new rule takes effect immediately. Su Qingyu will formulate the detailed rules for 'Contribution Point' redemption. If you want to be reincarnated, earn it with merit."

"Yes! Lord of the Underworld!" Everyone's response carried unprecedented fervor and drive.

Just then, the soul form of Su Qingyu's mother—Lin Chens Mother—who had been standing quietly in the corner guarded by two ghost soldiers, stirred slightly.

Her eyes, which had been hollow and numb from long-term wandering, suddenly lit up with a weak but incredibly persistent flame upon hearing the words "Priority Reincarnation"!

It was a desire that had been suppressed for far too long, the final obsession that had kept her soul from completely dissipating!

Timidly yet with absolute determination, she floated forward a small step. Facing Lin Chen on the throne, she made her request in her still flickering voice, struggling to speak word by word:

"Lord... Lord of the Underworld... Can... can I... earn those... contribution points... too?"

(Hook: Lin Chens Mother’s eyes, rekindled with desire, and her humble yet firm plea made the atmosphere in the hall, which had just undergone a bloody purge, suddenly become complex. She wants to be reincarnated, but what about Su Qingyu? Does she, who has just escaped the curse crisis, know of her mother’s deepest longing?)