Chapter 346: Allen Unintentionally Enters a Supernatural Duel
Precinct Station.
Barry was a forensic intern currently staying in the police dorms while his home underwent an exorcism.
Coincidentally, it was his shift today.
Perhaps it was fate—or something supernatural.
Barry had just finished washing up and was planning to turn in early.
But then, a corpse arrived, requiring an autopsy.
The problem was that the forensic lab was several kilometers away from the police station, housed in a mortuary—after all, storing corpses overnight wasn't standard procedure at the precinct.
Left with no choice, Barry got dressed and headed over.
Halfway there, his supervising partner called to say he had to rush home to handle something personal, leaving Barry to do the autopsy alone.
Barry had a degree in forensics, so handling the task solo wasn't an issue.
But what followed was a chain of unexplainable events that truly terrified him.
From the supernatural disturbances at home to the eerie corpse in the morgue...
Barry's first thought was of the two exorcists performing rituals at his house.
…
As soon as the call ended—
Allen grabbed Bruce and set out to save him.
Bruce, extremely reluctant, was dragged along to drive to the mortuary.
Allen didn't know how to drive and was unfamiliar with the area, so he had no choice but to bring Bruce along.
As they were on their way, a torrential downpour started, accompanied by fierce winds—something felt very off.
Less than thirty minutes later, they arrived at the mortuary.
It was clearly a privately owned facility, likely leased out to the police now that the family no longer worked in the funeral business.
Braving the rain, they got out of the car.
Right away, they saw a large tree had fallen, blocking the main entrance. The coincidence felt a little too convenient.
"It won't budge."
Bruce tried with all his strength, arms wrapped around the thick trunk, but it didn't move an inch.
"Step aside."
Allen stepped forward.
Bruce's eyes widened in disbelief.
Right before his eyes, Allen effortlessly lifted the several-ton tree like it was nothing and tossed it into the nearby lake.
No human could possibly do something like that.
Calling him a god wouldn't even be a stretch—Bruce would believe it without hesitation.
With five professions maxed out and a physical constitution sixty times stronger than the average adult, hurling a tree like that was a breeze for Allen.
They entered the building smoothly.
They began searching for Barry.
"Yo! Anyone home?" Allen shouted casually. Bruce, frightened, drew his butcher's knife and stayed alert, glancing warily around.
Having experienced the haunted house, he now felt like ghosts could pop out anywhere.
As they walked down a hallway, Allen suddenly raised his hand.
"I heard something."
He looked toward the records room.
Allen's heightened hearing allowed him to pick up on subtle sounds.
They walked until they reached a metal storage locker.
"Reveal yourself, fiend!"
Allen grabbed Bruce's butcher knife and shouted, "If you don't tell me who you are right now, this exorcist—who knows a thing or two about blades—will show you the art of physical exorcism!"
"Master!"
The locker door opened, and Barry burst into tears of relief.
He had been hiding inside, trembling in fear. Hearing Allen's familiar voice, he felt a massive weight lift off his chest.
"What the hell happened to you? You look like a scared little princess," Allen asked.
He casually handed the knife back to Bruce.
"It was a female corpse."
"A female corpse!"
Allen's eyes lit up, his curiosity piqued.
Still shaken, Barry explained, "They delivered a body earlier tonight for autopsy. As I began prepping, a bunch of unexplainable things started happening…"
"Hold up."
Allen raised a hand to stop him, adding, "I like figuring things out myself."
With a dramatic flip of his hair, he declared, "I'm not scared of live women, you think a dead one will scare me?"
Under Barry's lead, they descended to the basement autopsy room.
On the table lay the pale-skinned female corpse.
"Master, why are you undressing?" Bruce asked, baffled as Allen began unbuttoning his black robe.
"She looks kinda hot. I thought I'd take my shot while she's still warm."
"…"
As they were talking, the female corpse's eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she had some consciousness—and had heard Allen's outrageous comment.
"You can't do that!" Barry objected. "Desecrating a corpse is a serious crime."
"What a shame."
Allen buttoned back up with a disappointed look and apologized sincerely to the corpse, "Missing out on me isn't your fault. It's society's fault. It's the law's fault. I'll reward you in your next life."
"…"
Bro, you're the one being inappropriate, and now you're acting like she's the one who lost something?
"Barry, just focus on the autopsy. I'm here. If she tries anything funny, I'll make sure she dies a second death."
Allen gave Barry a reassuring pat on the shoulder, full of confidence.
"Master… 'a second death' doesn't really apply to a corpse," Bruce mumbled.
But having seen Allen's inhuman strength earlier, Bruce now respected him deeply.
At least he could be sure—this "cheap master" of his wasn't a fraud.
"You questioning my skills now?"
Allen narrowed his eyes and grinned. "I could hit her with a spell and give her nine deaths if I felt like it."
Okay, okay. Whatever you say.
Barry began the autopsy while Bruce took notes nearby.
He started with the mouth—but quickly turned away in disgust.
"Damn girl, you've got yellow teeth. Bet you smoked and drank like crazy. Do you even know what a toothbrush is? Negative one point for hygiene."
While Allen chattered nonstop, the ceiling lights flickered.
"It's nothing, probably old wiring. Believe in science," Allen said, unconcerned.
With Allen in the room, they mustered the courage to continue.
"Looks pretty clean otherwise—but this many dandruff flakes? Do you wash your hair with laundry detergent?"
"Your nostrils are pitch black. Don't tell me that's dirt—definitely boogers. Tsk tsk…"
"Those long fingernails? I bet they scrape poop when you wipe. Disgusting."
"…"
Allen didn't stop talking, and the flickering lights didn't stop either. Barry was getting irritated.
"There's something inside her body!"
Peeling back the skin revealed a ribcage that looked like dry bark. In the abdominal cavity, Barry pulled out a cloth-wrapped bundle.
"Gross hygiene is one thing, but eating dish rags? Girl, you really left me speechless," Allen remarked.
"No, wait—there's writing on the cloth. It's wrapped around bones."
Inside were not just bones, but also teeth, hair, and other human remains.
The cloth that looked like a rag was actually a medium for black magic, inscribed with ritual symbols and ancient curses.
"It's just some witchcraft. No need to freak out," Allen said confidently. "Black witches are just a subset of mages who borrow demonic power to harm others. But in the end, playing with fire gets you burned. Don't expect demons to be reasonable or kind."
Suddenly, the lights flickered more violently, and the wind outside howled, making the building tremble.
Bang bang bang…
Amid the chaotic lighting, all the corpse lockers suddenly burst open.
In the flickering light, the corpses inside were seen sitting upright.
Barry and Bruce instinctively tried to hide behind Allen—only to realize he was somehow already standing on the autopsy table.
Trickle…
A faint stream of liquid flowed.
Suddenly, the room calmed. The lights stopped flickering.
Allen, quite pleased with himself, zipped up and said, "My adult virgin urine is not only yellow—it's rich in foam. A sacred anti-demonic remedy."
Yellow and foamy.
Bro, that's a sign of kidney issues.
At the same time, the lockers all returned to their original closed state—clearly, the female corpse had used illusions to stir up trouble.
"Let's continue."
…
Meanwhile, in a chapel basement—
A middle-aged woman in a priestess's black robe was chanting a ritual.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open in shock as she watched the altar crack apart.
"The ritual failed… My daughter is dead…"
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