[Fortune decreased by twelve points, current Fortune: 317-398.]
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[The beggar fell in a pool of blood, and the Demon Sword rolled out of his clothes, revealed by the sunlight, displaying a dazzling silver-white blade...]
[Every man on the street turned to look, eyes glinting with greed, swallowing their saliva. Just by the exposed piece of silver, it looked to be at least a hundred taels, a windfall from the skies. Someone bent down... and the scramble began.]
[Whoever grabbed it would immediately be besieged by the crowd.]
[Everyone's eyes burned like torches, terrifyingly red. They bit, cried, and struggled fiercely. The losers lay helplessly on the ground, missing arms or legs, their wails echoing continuously, weaving a scene both tragic and eerie.]
[After the Demon Sword devoured the souls of the sixth child and the beggar, an indescribable subtle change occurred. My unique "Sword Demon Heart Eye" also began to greedily absorb the pervasive aura of "desire" around it.]
