Capítulo 24: Leaders. Criminals. Cleansing. (7)
"Hah…"
A shocked chuckle left a few of them.
They didn't think I was being serious, it seemed.
No problem.
I reached into the pockets of my coat once more and pulled out the fireball scrolls that had become my most used item in the tower. There was nothing more convenient, and I would be unable to live now without at least five on my person.
I simply pointed the scroll at a random group and tore it open.
These were scum just like me. If the bottom rung didn't have powers befitting the bottom rung then they couldn't be called so. We hounded on the weak because we were weak.
It was only natural that the weak would be unable to dodge a fireball scroll.
And so.
—BOOM!
An explosion rang as a bunch of them died.
The regressor flinched but I only watched.
These people.
These damned bastards.
If they were planning to kill me then they should be prepared to die themselves.
It was only natural.
The sizzle of burning flesh and the incessant screams of the ones on fire echoed through the wide storehouse like the calls of a morning bird.
They all looked at me, fear evident in their eyes.
But I.
Didn't say a word.
Enough had already been said.
The regressor trembled, and so did the rest. Their pupils shook while some pissed their pants. Strong against the weak, and weak against the strong. I almost wanted to laugh at these assholes.
One of them took a step back, his hands trembled as he pulled out a dagger.
No one else watched it.
No one else.
And within the blink of an eye, the dagger was raised up high—
"KYA!"
—And stabbed into the neck of the one ahead. Blood spurted out like a geyser as the others started to realize what had happened.
One twisted the neck of the one next to him, while another poked his fingers into the eyes of the next.
Screams rang and so did pain as a bloodbath began in the middle of the warehouse.
Someone stabbed another, someone kicked another. Nothing was unfair in the battle for life, no honor was more important than the act of living.
They scratched each other, bit each other, tore each other apart.
Anything. From chomping down into each other's ears to punching their balls. They bit on someone's tongue only for someone to bite into their neck.
I leaned back and an amused laugh escaped me. This sight.
This sight.
Oh, would I have been able to see this as an office worker? As a person slaving away?
No.
This…
This was what I wished for.
No novel could ever be as entertaining. Never.
A single man fell from amidst the group and crawled over to me, blood filling his face. He grabbed my feet and slammed his head on the ground.
"Boss! Boss, I wasn't even involved in anything! Please!"
Not involved?
"What do you do?"
"Y-you forgot? I-I light your pipe, boss. I only light your pipe!"
Haha…
This Ativan. He had a guy just to light his pipe?
"Light one then, I am going to enjoy this show."
Amidst the aroma of blood and the harmony of screams, a wisp of smoke fluttered.
***
The third floor of the tower.
In the grand chamber of magic, the ministry that held the authority on all matters of wizardry that had come along with the rise of the tower, for the world only inside the tower.
The master flipped open a letter that had appeared in her mail.
A few days had passed since the fifth floor of the tower had been cleared.
[I shall open the door to the sixth floor.]
The climb was going to continue.
"Intriguing…"
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