Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 037
Chapter Title: The Great Bloodline
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"B-Basilisk...!"
"Did he just take down a demon realm beast all by himself?"
"No way...!"
Alex, who had been watching the whole scene from the airship, let out a hollow chuckle.
'I knew he was no ordinary guy, but...'
He gazed down at Kyle brushing the soot off his singed face.
'Just who the hell is he?'
At that moment, a purple magic circle began glowing beneath the basilisk.
Simultaneously, the serpent's form scattered like ash.
"Reverse summoning?"
"...They're probably trying to recover the corpse."
"Those lunatics... Summoning a basilisk, of all things."
One of his Delta Team comrades spoke up.
"Alex. Don't you think we should suspect 'Akio's Torch' might be involved?"
Akio's Torch was a militant order of summoners with rather extreme tendencies.
"If it's those crazies who truly believe they can summon gods, then yeah, they might pull something like this."
"...Who knows."
"At least it's a relief it wasn't a full adult specimen."
If an adult basilisk had been summoned, they might've needed to call in the military.
"Still, a basilisk is a basilisk..."
Who would've thought he'd solo a monster like that?
"Incredible magic."
"First time I've seen lightning magic that powerful."
"Anyone would believe he was from the Magic Tower."
"Kyle Clark, was it?"
Someone from Delta Team snorted in amusement.
"Alpha Team's got themselves a fun one."
Lumia, the dark elf who had witnessed the spectacle firsthand, couldn't hide her trembling chest.
'Ah, the proxy...!'
No matter how exalted, his flesh was that of a young human.
Unsure of his true intentions, she had come here out of worry and disbelief that someone so great was enduring hardships in a penal unit.
'Gerald Hudson wasn't lying after all!'
That wolf's words—that he didn't need protection—seemed to ring true.
Though not fully matured, that radiant magical talent was beyond any human, or any race for that matter.
'As expected of Lord Baal's proxy, the incarnation of mana!'
He was even freely unleashing curses without cost.
She wondered why he held back on stronger ones, but that didn't change the miraculous nature of it.
'Ah, Lord Baal...!'
Shivering in awe, she knelt toward Kyle, who had felled the basilisk chimera, and began to pray.
Suddenly, goosebumps prickled Kyle's skin, making him shudder.
"What the hell was that?"
But when he whipped around, Lumia had already vanished.
"...Feels creepy."
Kyle muttered, shaking it off.
That wasn't important right now.
'Don Varone.'
He had to catch the guy before he escaped.
No time to waste.
Kyle vanished toward the safehouse using the werewolf's footwork technique. Lumia's eyes sparkled once more.
'Even that wolf's techniques...!'
Had he learned it after seeing it just once?
If true, it was a talent befitting the devil's proxy.
'Truly magnificent...!'
In this world, nothing was more terrifying than fanaticism born of love.
"Goddamn it! This isn't what we agreed on!"
Don Varone shouted as he hurried down the underground stairs.
"They said it'd hold for at least an hour, but to you lot, an hour is ten minutes?!"
The alchemist from the Al Kimia Alliance's Aion School broke into a cold sweat.
"W-We didn't anticipate this either...!"
Furious at the excuse, Varone shook the ledger in his hand.
"Fine, then the deal's off! This secret ledger too...!"
Bang!! The ceiling lights rattled.
Flicker, flicker—the bulbs dimmed erratically.
"Damn..."
Varone's face paled as he yelled urgently.
"Seal the underground passage now!!"
"B-But boss, the other executives and allies are still on the first floor...!"
"Do it!!"
"...!"
Startled by his distorted voice, the mafia underling nodded frantically.
"Y-Yes, sir!"
He grabbed his radio and barked into it.
"Seal the underground passage! Right now!"
[...! Yes! Sealing!]
[Wait, some guys haven't evacuated yet...!]
[Boss's orders!]
[Shit!]
Red lamps flashed on, and thick security doors slammed shut with a boom.
Late arrivals pounded on the reinforced steel door.
"You crazy bastards...!!"
"We haven't gotten in yet!"
"What the hell is this?!"
"Open the door! Open it, you fucks!!"
Amid their clamor—
Thud!
A ominous vibration shook the floor, accompanied by a paralyzing tingle.
"......"
"......"
The mafia fell silent, swallowing hard.
One, sensing the end, muttered.
"Fuck..."
KABOOM-!!
Bang! Bullets rained inside the mansion, but to no avail.
Wereking Step
Lightning Stake
KABOOM-!
Fierce combat sounds echoed above the hurrying Varone.
The closer they grew, the more he sweated uncontrollably.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
How did they get here? How could his family empire end like this?
He couldn't let it happen.
'Not like this...!'
Then—
In front of the sealed security door.
"...!!"
Bang! The mafia turned, gasping.
The thick reinforced steel door was denting inward.
In disbelief, someone muttered.
"No way...?"
Bang! It crumpled further.
"That's 20cm thick...!"
The moment someone gasped—
KABOOM-!
The steel plate ripped free, sending them sprawling.
Silence followed.
As the lights failed, someone peered into the pitch-black beyond and screamed in terror.
"E-Everyone, guns up!!"
Click! As they aimed frantically—
Crackle!
Lightning arced, revealing a black tactical suit in the darkness.
"?!"
A witness trembled.
"T-The Butcher."
He turned and yelled.
"It's the Mafia Butcher!!"
"Shoot! Fire, you bastards!!"
Rat-a-tat-tat!!
Vicious lightning engulfed them.
KABOOM-!
"Hah! Hah, hah...!"
Meanwhile, Varone ignored distant gunfire, just running.
"Fuck...! Fuck...!"
But gunfire and screams suddenly faded.
"!!"
As chill gripped him, he swallowed hard.
"...Where are you off to in such a hurry?"
"?!"
"K-Kill him!!"
Guards drew plasma cutters and charged the sudden Butcher.
In such tight quarters, it was futile.
"Aaaagh!"
Guards dropped in an instant.
Some with outdated military implants on limbs endured briefly.
KABOOM-!
The shockwave sent a guard crashing unconscious at Varone's feet.
"Eek!"
The alchemist recoiled in panic.
"?!"
The lightning spear narrowly grazed Varone's hair, piercing the alchemist.
"Gah!"
Varone froze, the stench of burnt hair filling his nose.
"W-Wait. Hear me out."
Swallowing dryly, he rushed on.
"I don't know how the cops recruited you, but look the other way this once! Double—no, triple the pay! I'm serious! Trust me!"
"......"
Kyle grabbed his collar.
"Gurk!"
"Sorry."
He said.
"But I don't take your filthy money."
Bright yellow lightning crackled wildly.
Varone screamed in terror.
"N-No!"
"Yes!"
KABOOM-!
The stake plunged without charge, rolling Varone's eyes back.
"Urk..."
His charred body collapsed.
Looking down at the fainted scum, Kyle muttered.
"Trash."
If he'd wanted mercy, he should've apologized first for trying to kill him.
Not bribe with cash.
Then, Kyle spotted a notebook at Varone's feet.
"Hm? What's this?"
He untied the thick leather strap and frowned at the contents.
"A ledger?"
Flipping through, his eyes widened.
It detailed every mafia summit lobby deal.
Including weapon and implant part trades.
Skimming, he paused at a familiar name.
"Noble Gibson?"
The implant engineer he'd kidnapped from the central admin district party.
Next to Gibson's name: crude strikeouts, like someone tried to erase it.
But one thing was legible.
"Mar...shall?"
He tilted his head.
'Marshall? ...I've heard that before.'
A different message appeared before him.
'War changes the format, huh?'
Kyle blinked at the new style.
"...???"
He raised a brow.
'Didn't die much this time... just once to the breath.'