Chapitre 13: Chapter 13: Profit x Means
Time: 21:15. Location: Pitochea Commercial Center.
This enormous city shrouded in countless neon lights, had to sacrifice numerous ordinary people and accelerate its pace to adapt to this rapidly changing world. In the dimly lit corners of the city, inconspicuous gaps between buildings. A short-haired youth carrying a grey backpack suddenly turned into a small alley, followed closely by three figures of varying heights. The three individuals who rashly followed into the alley suddenly stopped in their tracks because their target was right in front of them.
"What do you want with me?"
Whether it was due to the darkness of the alley or the extraordinary calmness of the child, a trace of unease arose in their hearts.
"Kid, as long as you give up the upcoming match."
One of the three individuals clenched their teeth, took a step forward, and drew a dagger.
"We won't trouble you."
These three individuals were all players above the 150th floor of the Sky Martial Tower, but their abilities were relatively mediocre. They had always relied on threatening their upcoming opponents to maintain their position in the tower because the benefits beyond the 150th floor were immense. However, failures were not unheard of, and the price they paid was the loss of certain body parts.
One of them was missing a little finger, another had lost an eye, and the third had a bald head.
Perhaps "bald" wasn't the right term because he didn't become bald due to hair loss but rather because his scalp had been cut off. The reason these three individuals hadn't died was that they had shared their benefits with the person who defeated them.
"Do you... really want to fight me?"
Irumi's icy voice echoed in the empty space behind the building, his small figure facing away from them, giving off a feeling of facing an insurmountable mountain.
"Let me give you some advice."
"Do you know what the three words 'Beat-the-Enemy' represent?"
The three individuals seemed unable to comprehend Irumi's inexplicable advice and took out their weapons, threatening him.
"Whether you're Beat-the-Enemy or whatever."
"Anyway, I suggest you forfeit the upcoming match!"
Irumi turned slowly, lifting his head to face them, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at three dead men.
"It seems like you're tired of living and deliberately seeking death, right?"
The three individuals were about to speak, but a heavy sense of oppression rushed towards them, causing their hair to stand on end, making it difficult to breathe. It was like a wild rabbit encountering a tiger, a suppression that came from the depths of their blood, rendering them unable to counterattack or resist, their bodies consumed by fear.
Even if the three of them joined forces, they wouldn't stand a chance against this kid.
"Who... who are you exactly..."
Fear filled the gaze of the three individuals. Their teeth chattered and their bodies trembled, and the person with the "bald" head in the middle spoke with a trembling voice.
"You... you can't... kill us..."
"Oh. Why not?"
Irumi asked with a cold expression, feeling a slight curiosity.
"Because... behind us..."
The person with the "bald" head seemed to remember the person standing behind them. With a surge of courage, he spoke more fluently.
"It's Lord Falksey, who has already reached the 200th floor."
The person with the "bald" head mentioned the name of that person, and the other two individuals seemed to have their fear diluted because of that name, revealing smug smiles.
"That's right, if you kill us..."
"Lord Falksey will definitely avenge us. No matter how much of a genius you are, you can't possibly be a match for someone on the 200th floor."
"Falksey?"
Irumi's eyes narrowed as if he had heard this name before and it left some impression on him. His brain quickly processed, and suddenly a bright light flashed in his eyes. "Player Falksey defeated Player Liman, completing a three-game winning streak." This sentence suddenly appeared in his mind.
"So, it was at that time."
Irumi murmured softly. When he had just arrived at Heaven's Arena, he had seen the live broadcast of this person achieving a three-game winning streak on the 200th floor. To achieve a three-game winning streak on the 200th floor meant that person's strength was undoubtedly remarkable.
"Well, have you remembered who that person is now?"
Seeing Irumi seemingly recalling the Falksey they mentioned, the three individuals couldn't help but smile smugly.
"Someone who can only play small tricks."
Irumi's gaze turned cold once again as he took a gentle step forward with his right foot.
"Can that Falksey person you mentioned come here to save you now?"
*Gulp...*
The aura of death enveloped their bodies, and the three individuals felt as if they were in a frigid winter night. A gust of cold wind blew, chilling them to the bone.
"You..."
*Pu!*
Before they could finish their words, Irumi's figure disappeared from their sight. At the same time, there was a faint sound.
The two individuals standing on the left and right trembled, but after a second, they realized that they had no wounds on their bodies, feeling somewhat perplexed.
"Uh... uh..."
They heard their companion's choking sound. The two turned their heads slowly and looked at the person in the middle. The "bald" individual's eyeballs bulged, his hands clutching his throat, and with a "pfft" sound, a large amount of fresh blood spurted out from his throat, resembling an exploding water pipe.
*Bang!*
The "bald" individual's bulging eyes fell lifelessly to the ground. Blood gushed out from his throat, flowing into the sewer through the cracks in the ground.
"His... his windpipe is gone!"
The person with the missing little finger stared at his companion lying motionless on the ground, his voice trembling. The "one-eyed" person with the eyepatch looked at the throat of the corpse and couldn't help but be shocked. There was a hole in the throat, and the windpipe inside was gone.
*Drip, drip...*
Fresh blood dripped from Irumi's fingertips, making a crisp dripping sound as it fell to the ground. His right hand hung down, fingers lightly clenched, holding a section of the windpipe in his palm, blood dripping from it.
Irumi turned slowly, facing the remaining two individuals, taking slow steps closer to them, a smile appearing on his face.
"No... no..."
"I don't want to die... don't kill me..."
The two individuals were frightened and panicked, dropping their weapons and turning to run, but Irumi maintained his slow pace and followed after them.
*Pfft, pfft...*
From the depths of the alley, two faint sounds echoed, followed by the sound of two bodies falling to the ground with a "bang, bang."
*Clap, clap, clap...*
Irumi looked expressionlessly at the two lifeless bodies on the ground, and applause sounded from behind him.
"Remarkable, effortlessly killing three players at the 150th-floor level."
"No, it's not accurate to say it was effortless."
"Rather, it should be said that you are not even on the same level as them."
"The difference is simply insurmountable. Are you really... "
"Just a little demon?"
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