Chapitre 113: All Parties Gather
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In the blink of an eye, six days swiftly passed, and Ivan almost retreated to his old castle with escape-like speed. Reflecting on these six days felt like enduring hell.
During this brief period, Ivan gained a profound understanding of the challenges of parenthood. Despite having a nanny to share the workload, taking care of his son left him more exhausted than battling Wonder Woman.
The newborn proved overly sensitive, crying ceaselessly at the slightest disturbance, disrupting Ivan's sleep multiple times each night. Relieved to entrust the child to the old cheap dad, Shaw, Ivan returned to the castle with an apparition, embracing a more relaxed routine.
Ordering a hearty breakfast from the house elf, Ivan, after eating, checked the time – 7:50 British time, just right.
Striding into the Devil's Cabin, Ivan snapped his fingers with a "pop," releasing a wave of magic that spread throughout the entire space. The door of space connected all corners of the world, and the Devil's Cabin opened for the second time.
On the other side of the space gate, various forces had been secretly ambushing, seizing the opportunity as the space gate appeared.
The door's opening resonated, and within minutes, over twenty forces entered the Devil's Cabin. Most were ordinary individuals, but a few stood out – some shrouded in mysterious black robes, others dressed as successful individuals in straight suits, and some armed in military attire.
Each incoming force received guidance from a spherical robot, providing brief introductions.
Tina returned to the Devil's Cabin for the second time, well-prepared and composed. However, others struggled to conceal their underlying panic, despite their attempts to appear calm.
"Ms. Tina, please come with me. The master has instructed you to proceed directly without waiting," the spherical robot assigned to Tina conveyed in a gentle electronic voice.
This sparked dissatisfaction among others who had been informed to queue up, pick up numbers, and conduct transactions one by one. The resentment manifested in their protests.
"Who is this woman? Why does she get special treatment?"
"I arrived earlier than her; I should go first."
"Exactly, there should be a first-come, first-served principle. Is the devil favoring this woman because she's beautiful? It seems the devil is also a womanizer."
The dissenters, seemingly oblivious to their disrespectful tone, were promptly hushed by the spherical robot.
"Please maintain order. Everything here is at the discretion of our master. If you are dissatisfied, you may address your complaints directly to our master. Now, please follow me to the lounge and await the master's summons."
A burly man with tattoos, incensed by the situation, drew a pistol and pointed it at the robot, expressing his discontent. However, before he could continue, the atmosphere tensed as more than 20 armed soldiers raised their guns, aiming them at everyone present. Their advanced weaponry indicated an affiliation with a powerful nation.
Witnessing the stark contrast between their small pistols and the sophisticated arms of the soldiers, including submachine guns and rocket launchers, the burly man wisely retracted his weapon. Facing an insurmountable gap, he opted for prudence.
Several others followed suit, displaying panic on their faces. However, not everyone succumbed to fear. A few individuals, particularly a group in black robes and a trio led by a beautiful woman, maintained a nonchalant demeanor, seemingly enjoying the unfolding drama.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please holster your weapons. Your actions violate the rules of the Devil's Cabin and will result in severe consequences if persist," warned Ivan through the robot, witnessing the events within the cabin.
Notably, the group in black robes exhibited faint magical fluctuations, indicating their wizardry expertise. Ivan also recognized the leader of the trio – the renowned Agent Carter, Captain America's girlfriend.
Typically, in an unfamiliar environment facing a potential threat, cooperation and compliance would be prudent. However, the heavily armed man refused to yield, turning his gun towards the robot.
"Warning! Warning! Your actions are deemed hostile. Disarm and surrender immediately, or you will face retaliatory fire," the robot sternly warned.
A gunshot echoed as the soldiers, trained elite special forces, opened fire unexpectedly. In an unexpected turn, the bullets decelerated one meter away from the spherical robot. As they approached, their speed slowed until, at a mere ten centimeters away, the bullets ceased mid-air as if an invisible barrier had blocked their path.
Twenty special soldiers exchanged uneasy glances, clenching their teeth as they pulled the trigger, those bullets remained suspended in mid-air. Even rocket launchers proved ineffective.
"The warning is ineffective. Retaliation initiated"
The robot's electronic eyes shifted from blue to red, emitting a hint of emotion. With a click, its sides opened, revealing two small robotic arms. Ignoring the robot's instructions, the twenty special forces closed in, only to be met with a series of electric currents. Each soldier fell to the ground, twitching involuntarily.
Witnessing this, bystanders were drenched in cold sweat. Twenty elite soldiers armed with advanced weaponry had been swiftly subdued by a small robot—a display of unparalleled technology.
The previously troublesome bald man, upon catching the robot's gaze, hastily discarded his gun. He silently thanked his stars for refraining earlier, realizing he could have ended up on the ground like the others.
The robot reported the incident to Ivan, who dispatched twenty identical robots to levitate the soldiers into the air with beams of light. Their subsequent fate rested on Ivan's discretion.
Having learned their lesson, others followed the robot's directives and proceeded to the lounge. Meanwhile, Tina, under the guidance of a robot, headed to meet Ivan.
Upon seeing Ivan again, Tina bowed and saluted, expressing gratitude for the recovery of her children and their adoption by a caring family. Following the agreement, she acknowledged Ivan's ownership of her soul and possessions, awaiting further instructions.
Ivan, waving nonchalantly, instructed her to wait in the back and communicate any needs with the designated robot. As Tina obediently followed the robot.
Then, Ivan proceeded with the task of receiving people who came to trade. The first person to sit in front of Ivan was a well-dressed middle-aged man who, despite attempting to conceal it, betrayed a sense of fluster in his eyes.
Under normal circumstances, Ivan might have engaged in a more extended conversation, delving into the individual's motives. However, with a queue of people awaiting trade deals, Ivan opted for a more direct approach. Utilizing his mental powers, he sensed that the man was merely an outpost sent to gauge Ivan's stance.
"Mr. White, inform your boss that I do possess treasures here that can prolong life. If interested, you can exchange satisfactory treasures. Now, I will extract two years' worth of vitality from you, and then you can go back and recover."
"Mr. Devil, Please wait a moment" Mr. White pleaded, startled by Ivan's outstretched hand.
"If you truly possess a life-enhancing treasure, you should show it to me as proof. Let me return and negotiate a fair deal."
"I don't need proof. Whether you believe it or not, your boss can choose not to trade. Now, leave" Ivan interrupted, already extracting vitality from Mr. White, disregarding any resistance.
Experiencing fatigue, Mr. White likened the encounter to an intense exercise. He felt drained and pitiful for losing a considerable amount. Rather than fulfilling the task assigned by his boss, he had surrendered two years of vitality. With a pitying look at Ivan, he was reminded not to play the victim.
"Okay, don't be so pitiful. Consider it carefully. Since I can extract vitality, naturally I can also revoke it. Inform your boss of your situation; he'll understand. If you persist, I will continue extracting from your life, and the next time won't only be two years."
Startled, Mr. White, ignoring his fatigue, stood up, turned around, and left, firmly deciding never to return.
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