Agatha's gaze landed on the man's back. Finally, it dawned to her that Paul seemed to be different and that he not only made a Level 9's skill failed, earlier, his speed when running here and there seemed a bit abnormal too. No. Not really just a bit. Paul seemed faster and more powerful than her! How was that possible!'Just what did the three-year separation did to him? Did he become someone like me?' The girl didn't know what to feel. Her hand reaching out to him trembled, stopping midair and hesitating whether to grab his arm. Meanwhile, the Blood Countess felt great anger rising in her chest. She couldn't believe that her prided Enslaving Skill failed just like that! It was both unbelievable and infuriating!"I won't care anymore if your backer is higher than me!" After saying that, the enemy woman's expression changed. Madness and resentment began to seep out of her aura. The atmosphere around her shifted from mere pressure into something entirely different. The air became mor
Ver Drilon was the type of system user quite lacking in the intelligence department when compared to the other immoral hosts at his level.Agatha and Eithan had their intelligence stat raised as their highest. But as for him, it was only around 50 points, barely past the minimum for a Level 5 host. Actually, many level 4s had a higher IQ than him. Of course, there was a reason for it.With a limited number of points, it would be impossible to dream of distributing his points to all the stats or skills. Balance was impossible. Or even if it was achievable, it just meant that it would be easier for the opponent from any specialization to suppress him.It was not always good to be a jack of all trades. After all, it was synonymous to being a master of none, something not glorious at all.Which ones to improve then? Which should be sacrificed so the others could be increased? An indispensable part of people's lives was to make choices. Not everything could be grasped in one's hand and so
After that short talk, Ver resolutely continued his massacre. When he finally reached the dungeons, it was really empty. And no, it was not that simple. While the area above had long been suffused with the aura and smell of blood, the lower floors were surprisingly clean, actually cleaner than his room at J Country."That Sam had released everybody here a long time ago?" He knitted his brows, musing to himself. "...He's obviously so soft-hearted that he should just go run an orphanage or become a monk. Why did he stay so long?"He grumbled for a while. Then after making sure that everything had been taken care of, he left the place. 'The clone should be at Gavin's territory, huh?' He trembled in rage, not forgetting that it was that ugly masked bastard who really did the kidnapping. When he teleported from there with that place as his destination, there was a fire in his eyes that craved for more blood to spill. 'No matter what happens, I must kill that bastard!'Meanwhile, unlike
"I'll start now. Agatha, if you want you can include this scene to your livestream. Just don't forget to blur my image," said Paul as the red-haired woman struggled under his boot.A second later, before the chainsaw fully descended, Bathory took a deep breath, her eyes held fire that badly wanted to condemn the two people to death. She spoke using a tone full of grudge and desire for destruction. "Agatha Moore and Paul McArthney... You two are good. Hah. I'll remember this humiliation!!! I'll make sure to never forget!!! The next time that we meet, I'll fully show you why an old monster like me is called a demigod!!!"There was something weird with her shout. Not to mention those made from glasses that broke, the whole floor kept shaking and the walls had even cracked!"What the hell, not this again!" Twice this day, Paul got hit and startled by the same type of voice attack. Right. Bathory's whole declaration was a mental attack. This time, the one who screamed with a disturbing noi
On the flip side, outside the village, for some inexplicable reasons the pathway Agatha opened up led to a deserted, open space different from the original one. However, no one from the mercenary ranks nor the rescued slaves dared to ask anything. Hypnotism dictated what they should do for the next few hours.About one thousand people of different ethnicities and races emerged from the pathway. The livestream caught all of it, rendering the viewers from the comfort of their homes or wherever they were to see the faces of those rescued out there."Separate into ten groups..." The guy made the leader gave instructions to everyone. The whole group showed confusion in their faces. But still under Agatha's control, they didn't protest but instead executed the orders smoothly.Meanwhile, within the semi-destroyed underground building.The leader was surprisingly staying at the first floor of the place which had become the final destination for Agatha and Paul after they scoured the rest of
"Agatha."Worry was in Paul's eyes. The woman's rage could be seen. She was still badly fuming and huffing for breath even though the tall brown building before them had long tumbled down, reduced into rubbles and dust.The two of them did not pay Ver Drilon any attention when the man arrived and exclaimed surprise at them. The guy sported a dumbfounded expression at the sight he saw upon arriving. He asked himself, 'I'm already late?'"Where's the damn base keeper of this site?!" Ver shouted.Agatha who was trembling in anger threw him a murderous look which was different from the one she gave him days ago. The latter was just a warning. But this time, the redness in her eyes was telling him she would really put an end to his life if he gets into her already tense nerves again.Ver gritted his teeth but followed its suggestion. He looked around but found no other living person nearby.Paul walked to Agatha's side and pulled her into her embrace. Like a frozen statue, she allowed hers
"Hey..."Five minutes after performing the art, Ver glared at her."Why is she still not waking up?"In front of them, Misty remained the same. Her breaths were stable but her complexion was deathly pale. Her eyelashes never fluttered once. She was just lying there, unmoving and asleep. Ver looked heartbroken seeing no change in his girl's condition. He began roaring at Agatha and even though her lips were trembling in anger and her breathing became ragged, Agatha didn't talk back.She only pursed her red lips and threw a complicated gaze at Paul who appeared deeply contemplating the situation. In reality, she was very curious why the man did not stop her from purchasing the skill and even advised her to do this. They both knew the peculiar half-host had left Misty. "... There's no more evil spirit in her," she said to Ver after the long period of silence. The man who had now looked like a mad dog furiously barked, "If there isn't, how come she's still not opening her eyes? Are you
"President we have already sent our apologies to the production team of the one Deborah Skyes is supposed to star in. However, they are demanding some compensation and a replacement for the actress from our side. Who should we send?"Agatha didn't ask for opinions and directly dropped a name, "That Lina then. She's a top actress and she's free. Give the role to her.""President. But the drama is not that promising. There is another one Lina is eyeing."The woman laughed and stared at the person who just argued with her. The latter unconsciously shut up. His companion from under the same team leader cleared his throat and said, "Ahem. Mr. Liu must not be meaning to phrase it negatively. But, no worries, President. Leave it to us. We'll explain to Lina and then speak with the TV station to give their drama a better spot.""Hmm. Good." She nodded then went back to flipping and stamping documents. "How about Ivy's projects... We have canceled hers as you requested. But..."He didn't know