Catastrophe Card King

Before long, Leonard Churchill had arrived at No. 117 East City Street, Eastern District 5.

Everything here was familiar to him.

The black glass building was brightly lit, and the cremation furnace was belching black smoke.

In the past few days, the number of corpses in Sinless City had multiplied many times over. The Corpse Collectors were stretched thin, let alone in a newly established branch.

Leonard paid a visit to the recruitment office.

The minister in charge of recruitment was also a stranger.

The previous field operatives of the branch had been wiped out, and no one knew him.

Leonard said he wanted to join —there was no obstacle, and the procedures were completed on the spot.

He received a copy of the Corpse Collector’s Handbook, a set of work clothes, a dormitory key, and was officially employed.

He was assigned to Team Five again.

This team was in charge of a large area around Downing Street. The workload was heavy, and they were always short-staffed.

The minister had just informed the team about the new arrival. Normally, new hires were expected to familiarize themselves with the Corpse Collector’s Handbook before gradually taking over the work the next day.

But as soon as Leonard walked out, the new leader of Team Five stopped him.

“Hey, newcomer, Leonard… Leonard Three, right? Help me move the corpses from the car to the morgue,” he ordered.

II II

Leonard raised his eyebrows slightly, a strange expression hidden behind his mask.

It seemed exploiting newcomers was a Corpse Collector tradition. This new leader of Team Five knew the routine well.

However, the last person who did this had already met his end.

Imagining the scene brought a smirk to Leonard’s eyes.

Without a word, he pushed the cart along with another newcomer to load the bodies onto it. They took the old elevator to the morgue on the third basement level.

As soon as they entered, the co-worker, who had been hired two days earlier, decided to slack off, finding an excuse: “Hey, just stuff the clients in the empty boxes. I’ll leave the rest to you. Take your time to familiarize yourself, I’ll go upstairs and wait for the next mission.”

That guy seemed to think he was a complete novice too.

With that, he left.

Leonard shrugged and didn’t mind.

He placed each client into a metal box, clearly feeling the extraordinary traits radiating from the corpses. He mumbled to himself, a phrase only he could hear clearly, “The quality of the corpses is quite high recently.”

Many others would dread coming to this gloomy and terrifying morgue.

Yet, Leonard enjoyed the place.

It was quiet and no one bothered him.

Leonard was already familiar with the process. He swiftly dealt with the corpses, found a corner, and started meditating.

On his first day at work, he didn’t need to go on a mission.

Leonard stayed in the morgue for the entire night.

At dawn, Leonard opened his eyes from his meditation.

He originally planned to go upstairs for breakfast and then deal with miscellaneous tasks, finding time to practice his meditation in between.

This was already his established routine.

However, just as he got up, he stumbled upon something astonishing. He muttered, “Did my Curse Power Value actually increase by 200 points overnight?”

Leonard rubbed his temples, finding it hard to believe.

Because he had been observing the differences between the Golden Fragment Breathing Method and other Breathing Methods, he had been recording his Curse Power growth value.

He remembered clearly that his Curse Power Value was 270 the previous night.

After ten hours of meditation, it had spiked to 481?

An increase of 211 points!

“How did it increase by so much?”

Leonard was baffled.

Under normal circumstances, ten hours of meditation would increase his Curse Power Value by around 40 points at his current proficiency level.

However, last night, it was a whooping five times more?

“Could it be…”

Leonard’s eyes flickered as he stumbled upon a realisation.

When he was meditating in the labyrinth before, he had discovered that his Breathing Method was substantially more effective. He had initially thought it was due to the chamber he was in, or perhaps because of the third tier corpse he had consumed.

He hadn’t had the time to think about it more deeply.

Now, without any environmental influence, the efficiency of his Breathing Method had actually improved even more!

The Breathing Method was still at Lvi, and there was no way it could have such a dramatic increase.

Leonard eliminated all other possibilities and gazed at the cloth bag hanging at his waist, murmuring to himself, “Could it really be due to this jar?”

With the exclusion of environmental and personal factors, this was the only possibility left.

“This…”

Leonard was at a loss.

This X-711-Curse Jar could not be stored, but neither did it have any negative effects. Therefore, ever since he had emerged from the labyrinth, he had been carrying it at his waist.

He thought it might offer him protection against Mysterious Type curses in case of trouble, performing the function of a passive charm.

It now seemed that this jar offered not only single-use curse immunity but also condensed elemental particles from the void, accelerating his curse power cultivation?

Upon realizing this, Leonard immediately perked up from his fuzzy-headedness, “I stumbled upon a treasure!”

Professional skills could be learned with money and training cards, but curse power could only be accumulated slowly through personal, painstaking meditation.

There were no exceptions.

He had heard that rich people used secret potions to assist in the practice of their Breathing Methods, achieving a cultivation efficiency several times that of others.

But such money-draining cultivation methods were only sustainable for the very rich, and the potions, with their confidential recipes, were not available for the lower classes.

All the envy in the world would not help.

So Leonard had estimated before that, despite having the Fragmented Breathing Method with its higher than average curse power growth, it would still take him one to two years to reach the standard of a professional Curse Card Master.

Yet, who would have thought that he would find a jar in the labyrinth that happened to be a treasure capable of increasing his cultivation efficiency by five times?

And maybe even more!