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
"Eithan Meyer. You seem to be forgetting something too."Agatha had already finished the important ones needing her stamp and approval. With a mirthless smile, she pushed away the stacks of papers to the side then continued speaking, "Even if you wash your hands clean off, in the end, those I can't easily deal with would have means to identify you as somebody related to me. Your memory seems weak these days, no? The enemies of people like us are the same as us, probably more brutal and insane."The man indifferently replied, "A pity then, I would have to jump ship.""Don't make me threaten you with my fiance." She snorted.While she said this, actually the threat was already declared, rendering Eithan' cold face turning colder. Her bad mood had already made the airconditioning of the room reached a freezing point, now the secretaries at the nearby glass room, who could feel the change in temperature beyond the glass wall were shivering. Agatha noticed this and leaned her back. With
While Agatha and the others were passing a busy day, Paul temporarily dumped off the majority of his works in Ever Victorious and McArthney Empire to Dylan and then set off to give his uncle and Fred some troubles. While the former did not make things difficult for him and allowed him to throw a few punches in his aged face and troll him big time, the latter was different.Fred was located somewhere in a layer, actually. It was just that the abandoned convalescence was made to stay on Earth's surface. Only people with connections to the system could see the place but even that was up to the owner's whims. And that person was not Fred. It was the so-called Director, somebody of mysterious origin and power who could make even that crazy failure of a scientist behaved in a proper way.Before, Paul threatened Sandro of making him a human bomb he would throw at the mental hospital, but he was merely bluffing back then. He didn't even have the means to make that place appear. How would he d