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Chapter 192 Chapter 42.7 - Trip

The shots were swift, almost imperceptible, and they hit their marks without a moment\'s delay.

TAK! TAK! TAK!

The guards crumpled to the ground, their consciousness extinguished before they even had the chance to react.

No sound was made, and neither was there a loss of energy. My already trained eyes and body were able to react swiftly to the recoil, even if that did not count.

"Huh?"

The leader and the non-combatant were momentarily stunned, their eyes widening at the sudden demise of their comrades.

From their lips, I could see the leader speaking, possibly informing Sylvie while taking cover behind the desk. He also coated his body with his demonic mana to defend himself in a matter of one second.

-WROOM!

But I wasn\'t waiting while he was doing that. From the moment I had shot the first series of bullets, I already had a plan in my head.

Changing the form of my gun to the arrow in an instant, I channeled my hyper-energized Blue Mana into the arrow.

-SWOOSH!

And released it immediately. The arrow shot forward in an instant and arrived at the restaurant.

-BOOM!

As the hyper-energized arrow met with the target, a hearty explosion occurred as a result.

The explosion resonated through the narrow alley, creating a thick curtain of smoke that billowed into the air. The acrid scent of burnt debris mixed with the chilling air, further obscuring visibility.

Capitalizing on the chaos, I activated my trait, [Shadowborne]. My form blurred, melding seamlessly with the shadows cast by the smoke, with my presence concealed.

Now practically invisible to the naked eye, I swiftly closed the distance between myself and the leader, who was still reacting to the sudden turn of events.

As I approached, I shifted the Celestalith into its chakram form, the whirling blades gleaming in the dim light.

With practiced precision, I launched the chakram toward the leader, aiming for their weapon hand to disarm them.

-CLINK!

The chakram hit its mark, knocking the weapon from the leader\'s grasp.

"Where are you bastard?"

The guy with his body covered with demonic energy was looking all around the place; his eyes widened. He was clearly and seemingly annoyed by my presence.

\'You must be feeling the ants crawling your skin.\'

In the presence of death, everyone feels fear. This is how it goes.

\'You will die here.\'

SWOOSH!

Without giving him any chance, I immediately threw another bunch of chakrams, all of them already orbiting around me.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

The chakrams streaked through the smoke-filled air, hurtling toward the disarmed leader. With nimble movements, he dodged most of the attacks, his demonic energy flickering around him in a defensive dance.

"Futile, you can\'t hit me!" he taunted, his voice a mixture of arrogance. But I already knew what he was thinking.

In life and death, psychological warfare is always important, and from his reactions and small mimic alone, I could easily see that he was trying to taunt me.

But, as a stealth user, losing my cool would be the last thing I would do.

And, the act of missing the chakrams alone was also intentional, after all, since I wanted to give him a false sense of security for a second.

Little did he know my trait. My control over the Celestalith extended beyond the initial throw.

"Who you are, you motherfucker. Show yourself!"

As he confidently avoided the frontal assault while shouting, the chakrams, guided by my manipulation of Gray Mana, changed their trajectory mid-air.

With a sudden curling motion, the chakrams altered their course, coming back behind the leader. His triumphant expression turned to shock as he realized the blades were not done with their assault.

-CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!

The chakrams expertly found their marks, grazing the leader\'s sides and leaving deep cuts.

"Grrrr….."

The surprise on his face mirrored the dawning realization that, despite his efforts to evade, the relentless blades had outsmarted him.

Dash.

And that momentarily surprise was all I needed. The moment he lost his cool for a second, I immediately activated my skill, feeling my speed increase.

SWOOSH!

Keeping Celestalith in its chakram form, I immediately dashed to him with instant precision.

Blade Dance, Silver Moon.

With the precision of a well-practiced dance, I activated the move set I had been practicing.

My movements became a blur, and the Celestalith transformed into countless chakrams sliced through the air with deadly accuracy, all of them orbiting around me.

SPURT!

And, in an instant, blood surged from the countless wounds I had created, turning him into a simple dead meat.

"I-imp-"

He wanted to utter one last word, but he couldn\'t.

"Die."

SLASH!

The last disc that I had used to target the non-combatant returned right to me while cutting his neck cleanly.

With the leader\'s body falling lifelessly to the ground, I didn\'t allow a moment of respite. The Blade Dance, Silver Moon, had left a trail of blood and death in its wake, and the atmosphere was thick with the weight of the executed strikes.

However, I couldn\'t afford to linger.

There was a non-combatant in the basement, someone who was ready to give her life for me. Well, even if it wasn\'t for that, it is not like I am going to let a demon follower go away, either.

The tendrils of my Shadows extended, seeking out the target as I swiftly descended the stairs, avoiding any creaking sounds that might give away my approach with my presence masked.

\'Two traps laid at the entrance.\'

The information I had known about the game came in handy at this time. I knew for a fact what Mason was specialized in. He was a demon follower who wasn\'t particularly good at direct confrontation.

He was able to move his Demonic Energy freely, but his talent did lay in laying traps.

With a calculated move, I grabbed the lifeless body of the leader.

It was heavy a little, but now that my strength stat improved a lot, it was no longer a hassle.

I flung it through the door into the basement.

SWOOSH! THUD!

The moment the body crossed the threshold, a series of traps were triggered.

-PUF!

The demonic energy within the leader\'s body reacted violently, causing an explosion that echoed through the confined space.

-CREAK!

Simultaneously, acidic bombs concealed within the body ruptured, creating a corrosive cloud that filled the basement.

"Heh, you arrogant bastard."

The sounds transmitted to my head from the entrance, and that sound would be the thing that made me locate the position of the last guy, even if I hadn\'t known.

\'Foolish.\'

No matter where you are, demon-follower inferior pigs will always stay inferior in the end. Bootlicker dogs of demons who have no purpose in their lives….

\'Ah, I am losing my control.\'

I had been trying to keep my calm all this time, but the hatred inside me was about to pour down.

Eyes of Hourglass.

Using the last bits of my logical mind to keep my emotions under control, I activated my skill, feeling the time slowing down.

From the [Keen Eye] characteristic of the skill, I could easily locate the position of the Mason and his weak points. Combined with my Green Mana, who was still connected to him, the skill became truly overpowered.

-SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

And then, I propelled two chakrams toward the Mason\'s location with precision.

"Huh? Leader?"

It seemed the guy finally realized the body that had entered the room wasn\'t me.

\'Low-born pig.\'

It took quite a while for a bastard whom I thought was clever enough to blend in the academy. It seems I was mistaken. I guess I had expected much from a low-born demon follower anyway.

The chakrams, guided by my manipulation of Gray Mana, whirred through the air, seeking their target.

-CLINK! CLINK!

The chakrams found their mark, cutting through the corrosive cloud with a hiss.

SLASH!

Mason\'s arms bore the brunt of the assault as the blades sliced cleanly through, severing joints connecting the arms to the main body.

THUD! THUD!

The wounds weren\'t fatal, but they were enough to make Mason a non-lethal target.

SPURT! SPURT!

Like a fountain, blood started surging from the wounds. However, both the color of the blood and the small texture underneath the skin weren\'t like humans. It was dark.

This is why I hate these cock-roach demon-follower bastards. They are no different than monsters; the only difference is that they look like humans outside.

"AAAAAH! AAAAAH!"

Mason shouted, feeling the pain in his supposed arms. The terror in his eyes and his expression was something to picture, but it was quite sad that I didn\'t have a photographer with me.

"Who... who are you?" Mason stammered, his voice strained with pain. Blood continued to spurt from his severed arms, staining the floor beneath him.

I didn\'t respond immediately, allowing the question to hang in the air. Instead, I began a slow, deliberate walk toward him. After all, this pain he was feeling right now couldn\'t even compare to what she felt at that time.

The sins they committed need to be paid, and this pain will be one of the currencies.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Sylvie looking at me with frightened eyes. I guess this is still a bit much for her.

\'Not that it matters.\'

This won\'t be the first time she witnesses such a thing; as a healer, she will see more gruesome scenes.

The mask and suit I wore, thanks to [Unknown\'s Armor], also concealed my identity, leaving both Mason and Sylvie to face an enigma—an unknown force that had dismantled his plans.

"Why?" he pleaded, desperation etched across his face filled with demonic features. "What did I do to you?"

It seemed he was trying his best to stall time so that his Demonic Energy could heal his wound. Even in the face of overwhelming death, that guy still doesn\'t know his place; how annoying.

\'Annoying, annoying, annoying.\'

Hatred in my heart is growing each second, and I think I can no longer hold it in.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

"Please… Don\'t come," Mason begged, fear tightening his voice.

But I was past the point of listening.

With a swift movement, I closed the remaining distance between us.

The blades in my hands danced through the air, and before Mason could react, I executed a precise series of strikes.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

The chakrams cut through Mason\'s body, targeting specific points where I knew the demonic core would be.

"AAAAAH! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"

Blood spurted out with each strike, and Mason\'s agonized screams filled the air.

\'It is nothing like how she felt at that time.\'

"You asked me who I am."

Hearing my words, he looked at me with blood spurting from all around his body.

"I am Vengeance."

"NO! NO! DON\'T!"

He realized what I was going to do, but it was already too late.

And then, between the lullaby of his screams, with one final motion, I reached into the gaping wound in his chest and extracted the demonic core.

The pulsating, malevolent energy emanated from it, a stark contrast to the wintry surroundings.

The other ones\' cores were also in their bodies, but this treatment is special only to Mason. The annoying bastard who had been getting on my nerves for a long time.

After all, extracting the demonic core of a demonic human is one of the most painful things they could experience, and the pain in his eyes is my reward for holding it this long.

CRUSH!

As I crushed the demonic core with my hands, the light in Mason\'s eyes dimmed, and life left his body.

I threw one last look at Sylvie, looking frightened at the side, and then blended into the shadows.

RING!

Between the sounds of the police car ringing.

With this, my goal was accomplished.