I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

"Old friend, you know this is against the rules. Moreover, this is the second time I've performed this secret technique. The risk I have to bear is much greater than the last time. Is it okay for me to ask for a little more compensation?"

The cold voice was full of the cunning nature of a profiteer.

Jonar gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes: "I can't give you that much orc blood! And don't go too far, you even want the blood of my own tribe, the Silver Moon Tribe!"

"Being too greedy is not a good thing!"

The humanoid creature stuck out its head, and stretched its neck to be as long as an arm in a posture that was difficult for a human body to achieve. With its featureless face, it observed Jonal's face. Jonal did not feel fear or horror, and let him almost bring that sticky face close to him.

After a long while, the humanoid creature retracted its stretched head and a strange smile suddenly appeared on its face.

The humanoid laughed.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Jonal, you actually care about the tribe? What a ridiculous joke!"

Jonal's fists were clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound, his eyes were bloodshot, and his tone was chillingly cold.

"Hunters! Don't go too far!"

Hunters wiped the non-existent tears from his face, then leaned his head in front of Jonal, with the two strange faces only two millimeters apart.

The cut mouth opened, "You are Jonar! Apart from you, I have never seen an orc more cruel and ruthless than you!"

"When you killed your father, wife, son, master, and disciple, you never showed any mercy. How could you be so reluctant to do the same to a group of unrelated tribesmen?"

The sticky humanoid creature moved close to him, floating and circling around him, with its slender black fingertips touching its face, as if it was thinking.

"If I remember correctly, all those who doubted you, slandered you, and mocked you are now dead, right?"

"That's right, you are just a mixed-blood——"

"That's enough!" Jonal shouted.

This sentence touched Jonal's sore spot. It had been a long time since he heard anyone dare to say that he was a mixed-blood. He climbed up to his current position step by step, and tried his best to hide his mixed-blood identity, just to prevent everyone from slandering his bloodline!

Mixed-bloods are not pure and have always been despised. What's more, Jonal is not only a mixed-blood, but also an abandoned child of the Silver Moon orcs after a night of pleasure. His mother is the maid of the Saint, a female of the lowest rank.

His father looked down on his mother. After his mother gave birth to him alone, she found his father many times, but always scolded him and left. He said that his mother was shameless and that a lowly maid was not worthy of climbing into his bed.

He said he was also a lowly thing and shouldn't exist in the world.

Young Jonal understood, but he didn't understand why his father scolded them like that. However, his mother kept comforting him, saying that his father didn't mean it.

Until his blood father sent people to kill him and his mother, saying that he was going to marry a saint, and their existence was a stain on his life that should be erased.

He ran for his life and fell off the cliff. When the people chasing him saw that he was unconscious, they left without caring about him. Jonal survived by chance.

Fortunately, God treated him well. Although his bloodline was not pure, his talent was extremely strong.

Later, he met a young leader of a tribe who was going to Guangming City to study. He used his life to attract the wild beasts of Gaoxing and killed the young leader and his team of protectors.

Jonal made the right bet again. With the young master's identity token, he successfully entered the temple's academy.

He deliberately tried his best to please his mentor, hooked up with a saint of good status, and climbed up to his current position step by step. No one knew how much effort he had put in.

He deserves all this!

"I still have use for the people of the Silver Moon Clan. I can't possibly give you a group of people from the main vein."

Hunters laughed, "I knew you were evil to the core! What a pity! If you were born as a wild beast, I would have to give up my position as the guardian!"

Jonal didn't give him any face at all and mocked him, "Being a guardian of the wild god who was suppressed by the beast god? Tsk, I don't even look down on you!"

"The God of Wilderness has been suppressed. You guardians will never be able to leave the prison. But you are just prisoners. No matter how strong you are, what can you do?"

What's more, Jonal doesn't want a position second only to the others. He wants to become a god, a god who can compete with them!

I'm not some running dog of God!

The humanoid creature was also stepped on the tail, and shouted angrily: "What do you know, you clever orc! My lord will return sooner or later, and then the whole world will crawl under him!"

"Not to mention the weak Amitas, even Argus will die under the sword of my Lord!"

He raised his hands high and looked up devoutly, "My people will occupy the entire world. If you surrender now, I can ask my Lord for a good position for you!"

He raised his orchid finger, "This is all because I admire you. I like you, such a vicious and ambitious orc!"

Jonal sneered and refused coldly.

"I don't need your appreciation."

"How boring. You don't have to give me the Silver Moon Clan, but you must use the blood of a strong clan instead. I don't want those rubbish bloodlines even if you give them to me. Do you really think I can eat any rubbish?"

"Got it. Give me the Chaos Seed first."

The Chaos Seed is the medium for soul transfer. The seed must be planted in the person being transferred before the next step can be taken.

Hunters spat out a dirty red bead from his sticky mouth.

"You found the next body so quickly? You are such a bad guy!"

What Hunters said was bad, but it was a compliment, but to Jonal's ears, it was full of ridicule.

If he didn't still need this stupid protector, he wouldn't waste any more words talking to him.

"You better use it carefully. I wasted one last time. This thing is hard to refine!"

"Got it!" Jonal replied impatiently.

"Don't be so impatient. By the way, the Black Partridge you sent me last time was quite delicious. Their blood was mixed with dark blood. Their talent was not bad either. It was quite delicious! Send me some more!"

"I've sent you so many before, and that tribe is almost extinct. I can't give you anything even if you want to eat it! It's good enough to have something to eat, and you're still picky!"

Jonal refused him without thinking. He didn't have the time to help him find the so-called delicious race.

The delicious ones must be from the strong races. He cannot attack such races in a large scale. He can only start from the small and medium-sized races. Picking out the good ones from them depends on luck.

"Who told you to keep feeding me garbage? Those garbage blood talents are so disgusting! If all else fails, you can feed me the Moon Spirits in your possession. That race is also quite delicious!"

Jonal ignored his muttering and took down the scarlet stone. The black sticky substance faded away and the whole stone chamber regained its faint red light.

"Hey Jonal, you good man!"

The black humanoid disappeared, leaving only the shrill voice praising Jonar.