Ji Jue held the bone blade in his hand. Not only did he feel no disgust toward it, he practically wanted to kiss it.

It can’t kill anything? Oh wow, who knew you’re such a thoughtful little sweetheart! Can’t kill people? Perfect! What era is this, anyway? Who still uses knives to kill?

If one had a gun, one would use a gun. If one had a cannon, one would use a cannon. How many people could someone possibly kill with a knife?

Besides, if people died from a single stab on the spot, that would be far worse. The scattered spirit matter, collapsing matrices, and the blessings returning to the Supreme Benevolences—all of it would be a chaotic mess to handle. You’d be lucky if you could salvage even one-tenth of it. If it couldn’t kill, then there was no need to worry about damaging the material at all.

Moreover, with its dual interference on both flesh and spirit matter, it had countless uses in Ji Jue’s hands. He could use it with Pacifier to destroy inanimate objects, or use Dissociation Technique to disrupt the operation of the matrix inside the opponent’s body, or simply stab it in and cut off the connection and resonance between a person’s blessing and soul. And then, he could conveniently extract everything at his own pace.

Just thinking about it made him almost drool. Stroking the continuously humming bone knife, he sighed in admiration. “What a merciful blade. It suits someone with a compassionate Bodhisattva heart...