110. Bascon Family vs Grander Family
Eyes filled with murderous intent toward the monster. They burned with the clear will to kill him right then and there. It was nothing like Bin's usual gaze. They were brimming with rage.
Krzan blinked in shock at the sight.
‘A m-monster?! What the hell are you...’
Bin faced off against Krzan, the 6th Squad Centurion.
Krzan wore a dazed expression. His own superior weapon had been shattered—not some ordinary blade, but one forged by dwarves.
‘A dwarf-made weapon, destroyed in a single blow...’
It defied everything he knew. And the shock didn't end there.
His eyes widened as he took a step back.
‘How can the Bascon family wield magi...? ’
The opponent wore a black uniform, marking him as one of the Bascon heirs. Yet black magi poured from him—a forbidden power in the Bascon lineage.
As his mind reeled in confusion, the boy before him advanced step by step.
Thud.
Thud...
The growing sound fueled his rising terror.
Bin's brow furrowed as he stared at Krzan.
‘I almost lost Mother...’
He pictured her bleeding in this man's hands. Stationing Queen and the O-Fang Knights as a precaution had been a stroke of genius. Even bringing the thunderbird from Trist had paid off.
A few minutes earlier.
2 o'clock from Plentel Castle's center.
There lay Chillis, the 7th Squad Centurion of the enemy raiders, collapsed. It was then, as Bin clutched his heart and interrogated Doni.
Then came the explosion from Plentel Castle.
Bang!!
Bin whipped his head toward the blast.
That instant, his eyes shook.
“...!”
Smoke billowed from the explosion—straight from his mother Danel's residence.
This was different from his previous regression. The blast confirmed it.
‘Emma Grander...’
Only Grander's deputy lord, Emma, could breach Plentel Castle's depths with her gates.
The situation had diverged. Gangble's death and Emma's visit to the Bascon banquet had shifted the timeline.
Then Queen relayed the situation via one of her spells: telepathy.
‘My king. Someone approaches this place.’
Bin replied curtly.
‘Protect Mother at all costs.’
‘As you command.’
He urgently ordered the thunderbird.
“Full speed to Plentel Castle.”
“Kraaaah!”
Layer upon layer of shadows erupted from the thunderbird's body. In a flash, it soared toward Plentel Castle.
Whoosh.
Too fast for the eye to follow—only a horizontal silver streak lingered in the air. No wonder it was renowned for speed among avian monsters.
Clack. Clack.
Bin advanced on Krzan, radiating killing intent. Cold sweat beaded on Krzan's forehead.
Drip.
Drip...
The magi-charged pressure forced Krzan back several steps—a primal instinct, like a deer facing a predator.
But Krzan wasn't one to die without a fight. Wary of Bin, he began chanting a spell.
That moment.
Swoosh.
A silver magic circle bloomed in Krzan's palm, smoke rising to form a silver ring—a mana shaping technique.
He hurled the silver chakram at Bin in desperation.
“You think you can kill me? The 6th Squad Centurion? Eat this and crawl back to your damn Bascon hole!”
Point-blank range—no dodging. Krzan was certain Bin's head would roll.
As the silver ring grazed Bin's neck.
Hiss.
Black magi surged from Bin's body, swallowing half the chakram.
Hiss.
Krzan gaped, speechless.
‘I-Impossible...’
His eyes bulged, blinking furiously in disbelief. A first in his life.
Shaking off his shock, he channeled mana again, hurling another shaped silver chakram at Bin's neck.
Hiss.
The same result—the black smoke devoured it.
“Wh-what the...!”
Unbelievable. His attacks vanished into the smoke without a trace. The mighty 6th Squad Centurion felt insignificant.
As Krzan reeled from Bin's inherent darkness power.
Swoosh.
A shaped green gorilla arm seized Krzan's wrist.
“...”
Anxiety flooded Krzan's mind.
Crack.
Crack...
The gorilla arm crushed his wrist outright.
“Gaaahhh!!”
Bones, muscles, tendons shattered. Krzan's head thrashed wildly.
But Bin's eyes remained merciless—this was just the beginning.
“...”
The green gorilla arm gripping Krzan's began twisting clockwise.
Grind.
Crunch.
Immense strength spun it past one full rotation into a second.
Krzan writhed in agony, screaming.
“Aaaargh!”
A guttural roar that tore at his throat—no exaggeration.
His arm twisted like a corkscrew, skin sagging like leather, shape like a wrung rag.
“Huff... huff...”
Tears streamed as he gasped raggedly, body trembling like a leaf.
Bin's savage pale-green pupils locked on him, promising more.
Soon, the other arm. Both legs. Then his neck—crushed one by one in the gorilla's grip.
“Gyyyaaah!!”
Krzan's screams filled the air until he vomited blood and blacked out.
“...”
Limp in the gorilla's hand, Krzan no longer resembled human form—more like crumpled parchment shaped like a man. Skin and bones mangled beyond repair.
Only then did Bin's gaze soften. But his excitement lingered.
Thump. Thump.
The image of his bloodied mother haunted him—a lifelong scar he wouldn't allow this life.
He couldn't let Krzan go easy.
Meanwhile, Plentel Castle's central plaza.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The massive Emma was pushed back by Willie and Silva's combined force. His red uniform hung in tatters.
Willie and Silva crowed triumphantly.
“Where's that smug attitude now?”
“Think a fellow Super Nova like me was that easy, Deputy Lord Emma?”
“...”
Emma stared blankly, then chugged his booze.
Gulp. Gulp.
Swipe.
He wiped his mouth with his arm. Willie seized the opening, slashing with silver claws.
Swoosh. Swoosh.
‘End this in one strike. If you can block it, try.’
Silva joined in. Flames erupted in his hands, forming a massive fiery ring he hefted with one arm.
‘Emma, you're ash now. Great Flame Emperor.’
Whirlwind and blaze hurtled toward Emma.
But Emma smirked.
Creak.
Still composed despite their openings.
He raised a hand against the assaults, conjuring a red magic circle.
And.
‘Opening. Lotus Bloom.’
That moment.
Countless red gates bloomed in the air—like lotuses on a pond.
From afar, Billy couldn't hide his unease at the gates.
‘Wh-what the hell...’
A typical 4th-class mage managed one or two circles at most. Yet Emma spawned over ten simultaneously. Immense mana drain—befitting Grander's deputy.
Gates marked with runes appeared: five for each.
Willie's gates spewed flames; Silva's unleashed whirlwinds.
Roar.
Whoosh.
Willie and Silva's eyes widened.
‘Silva's technique...!’
‘This familiar wind...!’
They dodged each other's redirected attacks.
Swoosh.
But it didn't stop. Whirlwinds and flames hopped between gates.
Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh...
As they struggled to evade, an unforeseen gate struck.
Roar!
Whoosh!
Thud. Thud...
Willie, charred black, coughed black smoke.
“...”
Silva knelt on one knee, uniform shredded, gasping.
“Hah... hah...”
Their labored breaths told all—no fight left. Even breathing hurt.
Bloody Billy and Shirley darkened.
“Brother Willie...”
“Even Brother Silva... taken down so easily...”
Clack. Clack.
Emma's footsteps made them tremble. Instinct screamed they were next.
Emma advanced leisurely.
“Shall I start collecting you brats' heads one by one?”
As another red circle formed in his hand.
Swoosh.
A black shadow gripped Emma's wrist.
Thud.
The crushing force immobilized even power-proud Emma.
Strong mana pulsed from the shadow, shaking the ground.
Rumble.
Emma's eyes narrowed, sensing it.
‘Mana this potent...’
He turned to see his captor: equal in massive build, greatsword at his hip, glaring.
“You'll pay dearly for what you did to my children.”
It was none other than Bascon family head, Moden Bascon.