Chương 16: WMA Headquarters

In a very luxurious-looking office, a thin, translucent screen hovered in the air, projecting a video. Endeavor, seated at his desk, watched this recording with a serious expression, his eyes scrutinizing every detail.

The video played from the perspective of Klark Sivir, the lunatic who had tortured Lucian. Klark was walking when suddenly a boy with ash-white hair attempted to rob his wallet. Just as Endeavor had expected, Klark caught the boy within seconds.

Endeavor, a seasoned professional, could judge a person's strength just by their posture and walking style. He noticed how rough and unrefined the boy's movements were, a clear indication of inexperience.

Endeavor had seen much more in his life, yet his eyes narrowed as he focused on the white-haired thief.

Is that Valentino's kid?* he thought. But why is his hair white? And why is he robbing? This doesn't make any sense.

Endeavor was perplexed. He remembered Valentino had silver hair, but the boy's hair color was distinctly different.

Did his father have ash-white hair? he pondered. Or is there another reason?

But when the thought of "father" crossed his mind, it felt odd. The idea of that woman having a husband seemed... unlikely.

A shiver ran down Endeavor's spine at the mere thought of the kind of balls does man need to have to be with such a demoness.

No,he concluded, there's a much higher chance she gave birth alone. I don't even know how that's possible, but that woman with any guy… nah, impossible.

Endeavor shook his head, dismissing the complicated thought. He refocused on the memory screen.

The video showed Klark dragging the boy into a rundown building. Endeavor wasn't surprised that no one from the public intervened, even though Klark was openly kidnapping a teenager.

The world is like this, Endeavor sighed. It was one of the main reasons he created the WMA. He couldn't tolerate this kind of thing. People, despite their ability to use magic, were still too afraid to get involved in "deep shit."

He watched as Klark began to kick and punch the boy for a full ten minutes, and Endeavor didn't even flinch. He had seen this kind of brutality before, much worse, in fact. But he was surprised by the boy's behavior. Despite clearly feeling pain, the boy didn't scream or beg not even once.

Endeavor's eyes narrowed further as Klark began using magic to torture the boy, even going so far as to poison his blood. Endeavor knew all too well that the pain caused by such an act was indescribable, something that could make even seasoned adventurers and magicians beg for death.

Goosebumps ran across Endeavor's skin as he watched the boy endure it, not once begging for mercy.

This boy... he's different, Endeavor thought, feeling excitement build within him. His foot began tapping the floor rhythmically, and he leaned forward, tapping his fingers on the desk in anticipation.

Magic particles began dancing around Endeavor, reflecting his growing excitement.

This boy… he might be weak now, but one day he could reach the level of us, definitely.

A rare grin spread across Endeavor's usually stoic face, followed by a low, almost maniacal laugh. He could see it the willpower in this kid, the killing intent in his eyes. The strength to endure such torture but still have that kind of fire in his gaze was a rarity, a one-in-a-billion occurrence.

I like this kid.

The video continued, and the room's temperature seemed to drop as the scene grew more intense. Klark, failing to break the boy's spirit, resorted to something crueler. He used Crucio.

Crucio a forbidden curse so vile even devils might hesitate to use it on their worst enemies. The pain it inflicted was unimaginable, a pain that would make most people wish for death within seconds.

Endeavor wanted to close his eyes, to turn away from the screen. Just imagining something like that being used on a boy of 15 or 16 was too much. But he knew he had to watch, had to witness every detail.

Endeavor expected the curse to last no more than 10 or 15 seconds, but as time passed, his expression turned more and more horrified. Anger began to burn in his eyes.

But the video didn't stop. Ten minutes and sixteen seconds passed.

The boy who had remained silent through all the previous torture was now screaming, rolling on the ground in agony. Endeavor couldn't fathom the pain the boy must be feeling. At one point, he thought it might be a mercy for the boy to die, to be freed from this unbearable suffering.

Endeavor, one of the top eight SS-rankers, was sweating just from watching the scene unfold. It was impossible no one could survive under Crucio for that long.

No, it's impossible… Endeavor muttered, breaking his stoic character, his face showing different expressions for the first time. As far as he knew, no one had ever survived more than a minute under Crucio. Not because the caster couldn't hold the spell, but because it was impossible for the victim to survive. The person's magic veins would be destroyed, their reserves exploding from the disturbance.

And yet, this boy had survived. Endeavor couldn't understand how, but he knew what he was seeing was real.

Finally, the video ended, not because the boy had died, but because Klark had exhausted himself.

Endeavor didn't take his eyes off the screen, He knew from the reports that Klark was now dead and Lucian was alive, resting in the hospital. There wasn't much to worry about now, but he couldn't help but sigh.

If only the WMA had detected something like this earlier…he thought. We could have saved this boy from so much pain.

Endeavor shook his head, his mind still replaying the scene. Lucian had survived what should have been impossible. And now, more than ever, Endeavor was certain this boy was special.

he putt his attention to screen again curious about what happened next

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