〖 Return, you can't even represent the enforcers, let alone the person behind you trying to beg for my forgiveness 〗'Negary' declared as he looked at Brewer's pale expression.
At the same time, 'Negary's' words caused Brewer's face to become even paler. He never had a say in the matter from the very beginning, if he didn't accept the job, he would have been either demoted or become the victim of an unfortunate accident; and he perfectly understood his current place as an underserved target of anger.
Right here and now, he must die. If he didn't die, the person behind him wouldn't have a ladder to step down from during their later negotiation for benefits. His death would allow the person behind him to make this statement:
"I've already let you deal with an enforcer captain as you pleased, what else are you unhappy about?"
Giving up an easily replaceable enforcer captain to reduce losses to their benefits wasn't just a fair trade-off to the big shots, but the easiest trade-off to make.
What I need to do is to die right here and give the person behind me an excuse; otherwise, someone else would just do it for me.
Offing myself would at least leave my family members with some benefits, but if someone else does it, my family might become collateral damage instead.
Right as Brewer was about to commit suicide, 'Negary' seemed to have noticed Brewer's thought process and abruptly said: 〖 However, it seems you need a bit of help 〗
Brewer looked up at the smiling 'Negary'. While he never had a choice up to now, he suddenly realized that he still had another option.
After a long while, Brewer left 'Negary's' office. As 'Negary' watched Brewer leave, he continued to ponder his plan.
…
A short, yet also lengthy night eventually passed, before the sun even rose, the sound of morning birds was already resounding. After the reincarnation ritual was broken, the institute seemed to have regained its liveliness.
Today was the final day of the Mana Banquet. All the small-scale knowledge exchanges from the previous days were never the main course of the banquet, as tonight was the true climax of this gathering. When the Mana Fetus finally appeared, it would be time for everyone to indulge in true revelry.
A bald young man was walking across the campus road back to his dorm, who appeared a bit exhausted. He had just returned from the red light district outside the institute, having vented his excess vitality from the past few days on some Sediments.
Nox was like the perfect goddess, continuously dangling right in front of him, not rejecting or openly accepting his advances, instilling a sense of hope in him that drove him to try and display as much of his good points to her as possible.
However, this goddess lingered just outside of his reach, allowing him to only see her without actually being able to touch her; so for the entire previous night, he went out of the institute in order to vent his arousal. After this, he would rest up for a little bit before heading to class, as Nox had a morning class in her schedule today.
He could sense that Nox had been a bit unfocused lately, so as long as he displayed himself just a bit better, he might be able to advance that final step closer to her.
However, the exhausted bald young man couldn't see that a man was hiding in the shade of one of the many trees around him, observing him with a chilling gaze, tightly clenching something in his pocket.
[Don't you love Roger? Don't you want to save him? If you can't even kill someone for his sake, how do you have the gall to claim that you love him?]
Hiding inside Landier's ear, Michael repeated his brainwashing, reaffirming Landier's resolution once again.
No longer hesitating, Landier stood up and caught up to the bald young man and patted his shoulder.
"Who is it!?"
The only thing that the bald young man wanted right now was to go back to his bed and rest, then continue to flatter Nox. As he impatiently turned around, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach.
Landier's expression was hysteric as the dagger in his hand stabbed into the bald young man's stomach a few more times.
Watching the bald young man who fell to the ground while clutching his stomach, Landier unexpectedly sobered up. He sensed his body becoming different, as if it was lighter, as if there was no longer anything weighing down on him.
What is there to be afraid of? Now that I'm fighting for Roger's sake, I'm no longer the past Landier who only knows how to blindly follow orders.
Landier took a step forward and stamped on the bald young man's mouth, muffling his screams more and more. On the other hand, he also carefully wiped the blood from his dagger and put it back into his coat pocket. Scanning his surroundings, he once again confirmed that it was still early enough in the morning that there wasn't anyone around.
The bald young man tried to struggle, but being as drained as he was, combined with the fact that he had been stabbed 7-8 times in a row, he didn't even have the strength to struggle free. As he saw Landier's face, he was extremely confused.
I don't know this person, why does he want to kill me, could he be a love rival?
With such thoughts circling his mind, the bald young man eventually stopped breathing. His skin rapidly withered as bits of white smoke began to drift towards Landier.
Michael was extremely excited, as he had finally managed to kill one of the sacrifices and obtain some power. This way, he wouldn't have to rely on Landier any longer and could finally get out of this situation where he had to rely on others.
However, reality swiftly told Michael just how delusional he was.
As soon as the white smoke entered his body, Michael immediately realized the issue. His current body was too weak to endure this mass of vitality mana, forcefully taking it in would only cause him to die from overeating.
Fortunately, Michael's rationality had returned to normal operation. With his sharp wits, he used the mana itself to form a covenant with Landier, transferring any excess vitality mana to Landier.
Michael retained only as much vitality mana as he could take. After he finished digesting this vitality mana, he would reinforce his maggot body and reclaim the rest of the mana from Landier.
How detestable.
Having no other choice, Michael could only compromise as the mana began to overflow. His maggot body swiftly writhed and began to change, undergoing rapid growth under the stimulation of the vitality mana.
…
Wrryyyyyy!
A golden sphere hovered in front of 'Negary', uttering a delighted screech.
'Negary' looked up at this golden sphere that normal people perceived. This was his spirit, after an entire night of absorbing the will to evolve, it had grown into this form, now capable of uttering simple noises.
〖 A will to evolve enough for you to feel delighted, huh? 〗'Negary' asked.
After one full night of indulging itself, the sphere had grown incredibly picky with its food. The previous weak will to evolve that constantly drifted around was no longer enough to stimulate its growth, so that abruptly screech probably meant that it had obtained one or more intense wills to evolve.
The golden sphere reached out its feelers, slowly approaching 'Negary' and softly stroked 'Negary's' neck.
〖 Would you like to give it a try and see if you can puncture my neck? I'm still a normal human right now, so if the wound is deep enough, I can still die 〗'Negary' reached his hand out to grab the sphere, then sincerely asked the spirit.
Wwryyyyy…
The sphere hurriedly released its feelers, explaining that it was only expressing intimacy.
Seeing how the sphere once again becoming timid, 'Negary' let it go and smiled: 〖 I'm also only joking 〗
The golden sphere returned to silence, no longer having the courage to try and probe him. Although it was born from 'Negary's' thoughts, it found itself unable to understand 'Negary' more and more as time went by. It was as if 'Negary' was continuously growing and evolving with every passing second.
