Catastrophe Card King

Leonard Churchill had started his job.

Everything went smoothly.

He had become a corpse collector in Sinless City.

With a job, it seemed as though he had instantly become a part of this city of sin.

Three days quickly passed.

The Golden Oak Security Company branch was located at No. 117 East City Street.

There stood a lonely red-brick house with glass windows.

A tall stone tower, with billowing black smoke, stood behind the house filled with dark glass windows. It was the chimney of the cremation furnace.

This was both the workplace and residence of the corpse collectors.

Three floors underground.

This was the morgue.

Bodies collected from all over Eastern District 5 of Sinless City had to be kept in the morgue for a few days until their curse power completely dissipated before they could be incinerated.

Nobody would come to this ominous place on normal days apart from those transporting bodies.

The entire floor was devoid of any living person, only occupied by dozens of “clients.”

They quietly fit into the cold compartments that were like drawers.

An icy mist condensed on the ground, making the place seem eerily silent and cold.

Right at this moment, in the morgue, Leonard Churchill opened his eyes from meditation.

He exhaled slowly, a bit disappointed: “Eh… The efficiency of this Great Dark Breathing Method isn’t very high.”

His expression was extremely calm. The surrounding metal boxes of corpses did not instill him with any fear.

On the contrary, the quiet, private, and undisturbed environment here suited him perfectly.

Leonard Churchill could freely utilize “Demon’s Feast” to devour the residual extraordinary traits within the corpses.

The only downside was that these bodies had mostly been treated with alchemy potions by corpse collectors, causing the loss of most of their extraordinary traits.

But even so, it was currently enough for his devouring needs.

This was his third day on the job as a corpse collector, and his body’s attributes had already undergone significant changes.

f Leonard Churchill J

Strength: 1.13

Physique: 1.09

Agility: 0.84

Spirit: 4.85

Curse Power: 65/65

Aura: Luck Gambler

Elemental Affinity: Dark 12/Light 3/Earth 4/Wind 2/Water/Fire 3/Thunder l/Wood 3

Skills: [Demon’s Feast Lvo(36/5oo)], [Shadow Stealth Lvo(i2/ioo)], [Advanced Firearms Specialization(i566/3000)], [Great Dark Breathing Method

Lvi(2/3OO)]

Having the convenience of being a corpse collector, Leonard Churchill’s attributes had gone from 0.7 when he first came to this world to feeling even stronger than he was before crossing over.

And all types of affinity, curse power were all steadily increasing.

And this was only the effect of three days.

Leonard Churchill could already imagine if he actually stayed for several months or even half a year, what his attributes would become by then?

The future looked promising.

He stood up and put away the small book in front of him that had the route of vital energy circulation.

This was the “Great Dark Breathing Method” he bought from the black market in Sinless City three days ago.

While the name sounds intimidating, it was merely the most common dark-type breathing method available on the market, costing nearly fifty thousand dollars.

It practically depleted all of his current cash.

The reason he bought this breathing method was to enhance his dark affinity as quickly as possible, so that he could use “Shadow Submarine” without limitations.

After earnestly practicing this booklet, theoretically, one could achieve a curse power of the sixth level.

Three days ago, he started trying to cultivate on the night he obtained the booklet.

The Enlightenment +10 attribute brought by “Joker” allowed him to easily understand the obscure and hard-to-comprehend vocabulary descriptions in the book.

After a few attempts, he quickly grasped what it described as the “gas sense” that normal people would typically take “1-4 weeks” to find.

That was the first time Leonard Churchill felt first-hand the ludicrously enhanced effect of Enlightenment on learning skills.

Then he started regular meditative cultivation that night.

He tried to rotate the curse power in his body according to the breathing method, and indeed it could be controlled.

Moreover, with each breath in, he absorbed the dark elements from the air, and each time the curse power completed a full circle, the curse power even increased.

The changes were directly displayed on the data panel: every time the breathing method completed a full rotation, the curse power value increased by about 0.1.

Half an hour for one cycle, theoretically, by meditating one night, the curse power could increase by about 1 point.

As his proficiency increased, the efficiency of the breathing method gradually improved, and the increase in curse power also increased.

After three days, today, the breathing method has been upgraded to Lvi, and the efficiency of elemental absorption has increased by multiples.

This made Leonard Churchill gradually realize how powerful the demon mark he had fused was.

But precisely because it was so powerful, he was somewhat dissatisfied with the “Great Dark Breathing Method.”

The epic demon mark “Joker” gave him all types of elemental affinity growth. He could clearly sense various curse spirit elements in the air, earth, wind, water, fire, light, dark, thunder, wood, metal…

In other words, he could currently absorb any type of curse power without causing conflict between curse powers.

The “Great Dark Breathing Method” he was practicing now only absorbed the “dark attribute curse power,” and the efficiency was very low.

As if there were a hundred free types of curse spirit elements in the air, and dark elements only accounted for about one-tenth. Then his breathing method only absorbed about one-tenth of this one-tenth, one can imagine how low the final efficiency was.

Therefore, Leonard Churchill had an idea that he didn’t know if it was feasible.

He thought, wouldn’t his curse power increase rapidly if he could absorb multiple types of elemental particles at the same time?

However, this was just a thought.

Breathing methods were essential skills for card masters and also very expensive.

His crappy breathing method had cost him fifty thousand dollars, and he had inquired about the prices of “Black Iron Quality” breathing methods, which were around a hundred thousand dollars each.

Not to mention silver breathing methods.

Leonard Churchill had no money to even think about buying it.

The only valuable things in his hands were some skill cards he got from the Blackwater mercenaries.

But when he got these spoils of war from the Alternate Dimension, Camilla kindly reminded him that it was better not to use them if he didn’t have a good command of the corresponding curse power.

Moreover, there were hidden marks from the Blackwater Group on the cards, so he couldn’t sell them either.

But there was no need to rush.

His physical strength was still not strong enough. If he swallowed too much of the “Demon’s Feast”, he would feel somewhat like indigestion.

Leonard planned to work as a Corpse Collector for some time longer.

Soon after waking up from meditation, the “creak” “creak” of metal friction came from the cold corridor.

It was the sound of the old building’s elevator steel cable rubbing against the pulley.

In the quiet underground level three, it was particularly ear-piercing.

Leonard heard it from a long distance away.

The elevator cage opened and a slightly chubby young man walked out.

He pushed in several new dead bodies into the morgue and said, “Several ‘new clients’ were sent from Team Two, we need to process them.”

Leonard nodded and helped put the bodies into the cabinet.

The young chubby boy was Gibb, only sixteen years old, and also a Corpse Collector, who started working here a few days earlier than Leonard.

Since both of them were newcomers, all the dirty and tough work, such as carrying bodies, was done by them.

Leonard felt that the more work, the better.

The more time he could stay with the bodies, the more physical attributes he could swallow.

But for others, this job was not so easy.

Gibb looked tired with faint dark circles under his eyes at the moment.

This was not only because he didn’t get enough sleep from going on two tasks last night, but also because he was polluted by the bodies.

It’s not just because the nature of the work was distasteful that corpse collectors earn a high salary, the most important reason was a short lifespan!

Out of control extraordinary traits would continuously pollute those who were close to them; Corpse Collectors had effective treatments, but with long-term contact with bodies and high contact frequency, the probability of being contaminated and mutated was also high.

It was said that no Corpse Collector at the Golden Oak Security Company had been in the position for more than a year.

After putting the bodies into the box, Gibb said with a slight apologetic look, “Brother, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to burn the clients who have reached their due date. I feel really uncomfortable staying here.”

There were dozens of bodies in the morgue, which leaked various types of pollution and Gibb’s physical strength could not bear it.

Leonard Churchill did not mind, “Alright. Just leave them here.”

Gibb still felt a bit guilty and said, “I’ll treat you to a drink on Downing Street when we get our salaries.”

Leonard laughed, “Okay.”

At that time, Gibb looked at his arm, which was dark green as if it were covered in corpse spots, and sighed, “Ah, it’s a pity I’m not capable of anything, or else I would have gone to become a Treasure Hunter. Hunters may be dangerous, but there’s a chance to make a fortune. Being a Corpse Collector…”

Leonard Churchill didn’t say anything.

If he could, he planned to work as a Corpse Collector for a few more months.

Gibb added, “By the way, are you going to attend the free class for card disciples at the Hunter’s Association tomorrow?”

Leonard Churchill: “Yes.”

There aren’t any extraordinary schools in the Sinless City. He was worried about where to get systematic extraordinary knowledge. Naturally, he could not miss a class at the Hunter’s Association that would provide basic knowledge on cards.

Gibb was also looking forward to it. It’s always good to learn more knowledge, “Should we go together?”

“Okay.”

Leonard Churchill nodded.

Just as Gibb was about to leave, there was a voice in the bronze pipe on the wall, “There are dead bodies found in a cellar at No. 17 Tailor Street. Eastern District 9, send a few people from Team Five to handle it. Remember to bring more Alchemy Potions.”

This was the ancient communication tool of the security company. The specially made bronze pipes could deliver commands from the office to various parts of the building.

Gibb shrugged, looking distressed, “We have to go on another mission.”

Leonard also nodded.

The work of a Corpse Collector is quite ideal for now, but the frequency of the missions is a bit too high. They even went out day and night.

With the simple and honest customs in Sinless City, it was not normal for their small team in charge of the Eastern City District to not receive several sudden death bodies in a day.

They had been on more than a dozen missions in the past three days.

The two did not delay and hurried upstairs, picked up the toolbox, and jumped onto a steam truck parked on the side of the road.

A steam truck with an oak logo printed on the black paint rushed down the street.

There were five people sitting in the truck.

Apart from Leonard and Gibb, there was the team leader, Dexter, who had a centipede scar on his face, and two other older staff members, “Bald Cliff” and “Bucktooth”.

The names of the people in this world are strange. Many people in Sinless City don’t like to expose their real names, but some people only have a nickname.

Leonard has become accustomed to it.

The five people wore white gloves and dreary black clothing. This was the uniform of a Corpse Collector.

Leonard and Gibb were organizing the Alchemy Potions in the toolbox.

Dexter and the other two old staff didn’t seem to have any intention of helping, they just chatted aimlessly while they were bored.

“The company was saying that dozens of bodies were found in a cellar on Tailor Street. We’ll be busy today. Judging by the boss’ tone, these clients seemed to be quite troublesome…”

“Tailor Street? Isn’t that in the Commoner’s Quarter? How can so many people die there?”

“Who knows. I hope we don’t encounter any troublesome clients today. Yesterday, an unfortunate fellow from Team Seven in District Four encountered a curse power loss of control when handling a client in the sewer of Weasel Street. The body mutated and grew a serrated tentacle, directly biting off that guy’s…”

“Hahaha, that is indeed very unlucky.”

11?? 11

The conversation in the truck was just idle chatter, but there was a lot of information.

In the past three days, Leonard has learned a lot of useful intelligence from their conversation.

But he was also very puzzled at the moment.

He had been out on missions these past few days and had clearly remembered the names of most of the streets in the Eastern District Five, which was under their jurisdiction.

He clearly remembered that Tailor Street was a living area for ordinary people and hardly any violent incidents occurred there.M.

Now not only were there deaths, but there were more than a dozen deaths at one time?

Either way, for him, the more bodies and the stronger the pollution, the better..