Chapitre 223: Chapter 209
Someone once said: 'The greatest luxury is giving!'
In that sense, Ali Hassan was quite a lavish person. He, a beggar who grew up in the slums, continued to visit them whenever he had the chance even after awakening.
– Wahaha! I'm back again, you bastards!
He didn't go empty-handed. Every time he went, he filled a truck full of bread. And he showed off to the beggars who looked up to him, scattering the food from the truck in all directions.
– Hey, did you see that! This is how much I have! Take this and eat, you bastards! Uhahaha!
Good deeds? Noblesse oblige? He had never learned such difficult words. He just wanted to show off. Yes, that was the only reason he started this. These pieces of bread, even if he flexed a few trucks, were nothing compared to the money a Hunter earned in a dungeon. But no matter how much he showed off, there was one thing Hassan never did. He would give food, but not money.
'If I did that, there would only be a scramble to snatch it from each other. And thugs from other neighborhoods would flock here after hearing the rumors.'
So, just barely enough to keep their stomachs from growling. Just enough so that the hunger of tomorrow wouldn't be scary tonight. Hassan, who knew the ways of the slums better than anyone, knew the right balance very well. But why was it? From some time ago, the number of people in the slums began to decrease. There was more and more bread leftover. By the time Hassan noticed this fact, a significant number of beggars had already disappeared.
"…I couldn't confirm whether they had truly disappeared, or if they were unfortunately eaten by magical beasts wandering the back alleys."
"But now I think I know the reason."
Crack!
"Grrr…!"
Hassan, who was explaining with Rio Singh interpreting, swallowed hard and looked ahead. In front of him, the beaten-up dragonids were lying face down in the mud. They were the ones Beru had found in the back alleys of the slums. Suho stepped on their heads and said with a chilling gaze,
"I'll ask once. Who are you."
"Grrr…"
Their reptilian eyes glanced at him with a servile expression. Their appearance was a mixture of lizard and human. Large star fragments were implanted in their bodies. Without the need for an answer, their names were already visible in Suho's sight.
[Variant 13]
[Variant 13]
"They can talk at around number 13. As expected, the experiment is ongoing."
"Tsk." At Suho's words, Antares, who was perched on his shoulder, clicked his tongue with a displeased expression. Seeing these guys made it even more certain.
[The King of Beasts, the Fang Monarch, frowns as he recalls the humans who became werewolves by drinking Gray's blood.]
"Yes. It's a similar situation to back then."
Crack!
Suho put more force on his foot that was stepping on the variants' heads and asked them,
"Rio Singh, interpret. Are you guys from the Outer Gods Cult?"
"Grrr! I don't know!"
"Where did you take the people you captured?"
"I don't know! We don't know anything!"
Blue malice flowed from their vicious, snarling eyes. Iron, the former priest of the Outer Gods Cult, and Greed, the former high priest, recognized it and advised Suho.
[They are already completely possessed by the starpieces.]
[At this level of mental contamination, there is no solution other than killing them.]
"Alright. Then I'll ask your souls directly." Suho nodded and stopped the useless conversation.
Crack! He crushed their heads without hesitation and immediately extracted their shadows as soldiers.
"Lead me to your base."
The guys who became shadow soldiers obediently led Suho's party to their hideout.
"Kubera Guild?" Ali Hassan, who was following behind Suho, recognized the place and widened his eyes.
"Do you know this place?"
"I just know the name. It's a small guild with about 10 members."
According to Hassan's explanation, there were a total of 17 guilds operating in Imphal. Excluding the Imphal Guild, the only mid-sized one. All the rest were small with only around 10 members. Of course, the strength of a guild could not be judged solely by the number of its members. Like the Woojin Guild led by Suho, where the guild leader possessed overwhelming power that no one could match. Or, there were many small elite guilds where each member was as strong as a hundred. But even considering all those possibilities, there was no chance that Suho's party would be outmatched.
Bang! Without even bothering to open the door, they smashed through the wall and went inside.
"Wh-who is it!"
"…" While the variants inside were startled and took up a fighting stance, Suho's party's eyes were fixed on something else.
"…Oh my god." Hassan's legs gave way, and he collapsed on the spot.
A prison. No, a chicken coop. Cramped cages were crudely made with iron bars, and shabby beggars were huddled inside. And on their bodies were starpices that seemed to have been forcibly implanted…
Kiiiii…
The moment they witnessed the sight of those trapped in the lab, their skin mutating like reptiles.
Snap. All emotion disappeared from within Suho.
"Harmakan."
[Yes, Master.]
"Kill them all."
Fwoosh!
[Harmakan activates Instance Dungeon.]
Harmakan immediately annihilated the Hunters of the Kubera Guild, turning them into Suho's experience points. Then, he checked the condition of the imprisoned people and reported.
[Fortunately, most of them haven't had the starpices properly implanted yet. I think I can restore them back to normal.]
"That's a relief." But Suho's hardened expression showed no signs of softening. Hassan said that the number of people trapped here was too small compared to the number of people who disappeared from the slums.
"It must be the same for other small guilds! Our Imphal Guild is a mid-sized guild, so we operate independently, but the rest of the small guilds have long been under Asura's control."
"There's no time."
Liu Zhigang's eyes were burning calmly as he silently watched the whole scene. The reason why the current situation was so disgusting was probably because the memories of his past life had resurfaced. At least back then, there was a minimal sense of camaraderie. The competition between guilds was fierce, but there was a premise that all of humanity would join forces to fight against the magical beasts. But now…
"How filthy. Humans experimenting on fellow humans, turning them into monsters. In our time, this was unimaginable."
Liu Zhigang drew his sword.
* * *
Bang!
"Who is it!"
"Li-Liu Zhigang?!" The Hunters of the Rama Guild, another small guild in Imphal, were startled to see the face of the thug who suddenly barged into their office.
"I'll ask. Are you from the Outer Gods Cult?"
"…What's that?"
"Your reply was too slow. Will you talk faster if one of your arms disappears?"
Shing.
"…!"
'He… He really is Liu Zhigang!'
As Liu Zhigang drew his two longswords, the Rama Guild Hunters involuntarily looked at each other, then, as if planned, began to scatter and flee in different directions. However, there were disgusting, lizard-like tails protruding from behind them. Seeing this, Liu Zhigang nodded.
"Legs are better than arms."
Flash!
"Kyaaa…!"
"My, my leg…!"
The legs of the fleeing Hunters were cleanly cut off by the sword that was swung without hesitation. Blood spurted out. Blue blood. They were no longer human. Liu Zhigang left those screaming and rolling on the floor behind and ran after the Hunters who had fled in the opposite direction.
* * *
Unlike Liu Zhigang, whose methods were ruthless, Esil was relatively gentlemanly.
Knock, knock.
"Excuse me. Is this the Chandra Guild?"
Demons were a race that could understand thoughts and communicate easily in any language. It was the same in India. Of course, simply speaking the language did not guarantee that a smooth conversation would take place. Soon, the door opened, and a Hunter appeared, scanning Esil up and down with wary eyes.
"Yes, that's right. What brings you here?"
"Did you kidnap any poor people here?"
"…Why are you suddenly speaking so informally?"
"That necklace."
Grrrrrrrr!
It was a well-known fact now that the main ingredient of stardust was demon blood. Sensing the necklace hanging around the Hunters' necks, the dignity of a demon noble emanated from Esil's entire body.
"Take off that necklace yourself. If you can't, I'll consider you a member of the Outer Gods Cult."
"…Outer Gods Cult?"
"Or would you prefer an Itarim's bitch."
Smirk. The moment the words 'Outer Gods Cult' came out of Esil's mouth, the Hunters' eyes were already dyed with a ferocious glint. Their pupils resembled those of reptiles.
"Who is this woman!"
Seeing the Hunters suddenly revealing their bloodlust and charging at her, Esil nodded.
"I guess I can kill them."
Stab! Stab! Stab!
If Liu Zhigang was a merciless Swordsman, Esil was a demon. A true demon noble of pure bloodline.
"Kyaaa!"
"S-save m…!"
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