Devouring Dragon Heir-Chapter 54: Ch He is the real devil -1

Klaus stepped out of the mansion, the grand structure of William’s residence looming behind him.

The cool night air of the capital city’s outskirts brushed against his face.

He walked towards the gleaming supercar William had gifted him, its sleek, dark lines reflecting the distant city lights.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, he felt the luxurious leather mold to his form. He started the engine, and a low, powerful growl filled the air.

For the first time in his life, Klaus pressed the accelerator, feeling the immense power of the vehicle surge beneath him.

The car shot forward, a blur of motion, leaving the quiet compound behind.

He drove fast, weaving through the deserted, tree-lined roads on the outskirts of the city.

The wind rushed past the open windows, a refreshing torrent against his face.

He drove without a destination, simply enjoying the raw speed, the sensation of effortless motion, and the sheer, unadulterated freedom of it all.

The engines of the car hummed at certain freaquencies which resonated with his heart beats.

He looked at the heavenly landscape above, the myriad stars shining brightly in the clear night sky, and inhaled the fresh, crisp air.

This was a true break from the otherwise hectic, brutal, and often soul-crushing life he had lived.

From the constant struggle for survival on Earth, to the relentless grind of dungeons in this new world, to the recent internal battle with his traits, his existence had been a relentless cycle of hardship.

Now, for these fleeting moments, there was only the exhilaration of speed and the vastness of the night.

Tears, unexpected and warm, welled up in his eyes.

They were not tears of sadness, but of profound, overwhelming bliss.

He felt the sheer joy of experiencing something truly beautiful, after all it was every boys dream of driving a supercar.

The emotions were pure, unfiltered by his complex traits, a rare moment of simple, human contentment. He drove for hours, until the first hint of dawn began to paint the eastern sky.

When he finally returned to the mansion, the sun was just beginning to rise, casting long shadows. As he parked the supercar, a figure emerged from the mansion’s entrance.

It was Andre, William’s assistant and an A-rank hunter. He was the same person who had followed William into the guest lobby when Klaus had first arrived at the Association headquarters.

Andre approached him with a respectful bow, his expression deferential.

"Young Master klaus" Andre greeted, his voice calm and professional. The title felt strange, unfamiliar, but Klaus accepted it.

Andre then began to explain the events that had transpired during the night.

"Master William began his purge almost immediately after you departed, Young Master.

He went directly to the Association headquarters and initiated a series of arrests based on the names you provided.

The commotion was considerable but master has been relentless.

I have been sent here by him to assist you with anything you require"

Klaus smirked, a cold, satisfied expression.

"Good," he simply stated.

He then looked at Andre. "I want to help my grandpa. Take me to the headquarters now."

He wanted to witness the purge firsthand, and also for some entertainment.

Andre nodded, his expression grim but resolute.

He immediately arranged for a secure vehicle, and within minutes, Klaus and Andre were en route to the Adventurer’s Association headquarters.

Upon their arrival, Klaus stepped out of the vehicle, his black skin-fit shirt and dark trousers giving him a sleek, almost predatory appearance.

He walked directly into the main lobby with a confident and composed expression.

He wore a pair of dark, opaque sunglasses, a deliberate choice to mask his eyes.

As he ascended the main staircase, heading directly for the restricted upper floors, hunters and officials in the lobby paused, their conversations dying down.

They were surprised, even bewildered, seeing the amount of respect Andre, a known A-rank hunter and William’s trusted assistant, was giving this seemingly young man. Whispers immediately started spreading.

As Klaus passed by the main reception desk, a loud, obnoxious voice suddenly cut through the hushed atmosphere.

A fat man, easily identifiable as a B-rank hunter by his guild emblem and the dismissive way he treated the staff, was loudly lashing out at a young receptionist, berating her for some minor perceived inefficiency.

He was red-faced, his voice booming. "Why is this kid getting special treatment?! Who does he think he is, walking in here like he owns the place?!"

Klaus paused for a fraction of a second, his head tilted almost imperceptibly.

He looked at the man.

"Piglet," Klaus exclaimed,

his voice a low, flat murmur, audible only to Andre and the immediate vicinity. He then continued walking, completely ignoring the man, as if he were an insignificant insect.

The fat man, stunned by the casual dismissal, immediately stopped shouting at the receptionist and turned his fury on Klaus.

"Hey! You little brat! Are you ignoring me?! Do you know who I am?!" he bellowed, his face turning an even deeper shade of red.

He took a step forward, intending to confront Klaus directly.

Andre, seeing the situation escalate, immediately stepped in.

He stopped directly in front of the fat man, blocking his path. Without a word, Andre unleashed his full A-rank aura.

The raw, oppressive power slammed into the B-rank hunter, physically pushing him back.

The fat man stumbled, his eyes wide with shock and fear, his face draining of color.

He was completely suppressed by the sheer force of Andre’s mana, his own B-rank aura collapsing instantly under the pressure.

He sprawled on the floor, humiliated and gasping for air.

Klaus, without breaking his stride, simply patted Andre’s shoulder as he passed.

"Let’s go," he said, his voice calm.

"Don’t waste time with the insignificant."

As he said this, he walked directly into the open elevator, its polished doors waiting. Andre followed him, stepping into the elevator and giving the fat man on the floor a cold, piercing look before the doors silently closed.

Moments later, Ria, having heard the commotion from her office, walked quickly towards the scene.

She saw the fat man sprawled on the floor, his face pale, surrounded by a few nervous onlookers. She recognized the B-rank hunter from the crimson guild.

the crimson guild was famous for being full of arrogant hunters who thought they commanded respect just because opf their rank.

"Mr. NovelBin, you asked who that kid is right?" Ria said, her voice loud and clear enough for the fat man as well as the murmurring crowd to hear.

She looked down at him, her expression a mix of pity and grim satisfaction.

"He’s the grandchild of the Association Leader, William Bennet. And he is an SSS-rank hunter."

The fat man’s eyes, already wide with fear, rolled back into his head.

He passed out cold, collapsing fully onto the floor, overwhelmed by the sheer absurdity and terrifying reality of the situation.

The implications of offending William Bennet’s SSS-rank grandchild were too much for his limited mind to bear.

Klaus, oblivious to the fat man’s fate, ascended directly to the unauthorized floors with Andre.

These were the highly restricted levels of the Association headquarters, accessible only to the most trusted and highest-ranking personnel.

All of the officials and hunters working on these floors were either A-rank or, in some cases, S-ranks, the elite of the Association’s intelligence and enforcement divisions.

As they stepped out of the elevator, the air was thick with tension.

The sounds of muffled shouts and impacts filtered from behind reinforced doors.

An intense interrogation was clearly underway.

Spies, those identified from Karl’s list, were being held.

It was less of an interrogation and more of a systematic beating, designed to break their will and extract information.

William, the old man, was present, overseeing the process.

He looked up as Klaus and Andre entered, his face grim.

"Dear grandson," William said, his voice weary,

"we have used all the methods at our disposal, but they don’t speak. These traitors are remarkably resilient, or perhaps too well-trained."

He gestured towards a heavily reinforced room where the sounds of struggle were most pronounced.

The spies, despite the torture, were playing a very good facade, maintaining their innocence,

trying to make everyone believe that there must be a misunderstanding, that they were loyal members caught in a terrible mistake.

William sighed. "We will have to bring in a seer or someone who could detect lies with absolute certainty, but that will take a lot of time and the the other spies will get alerted"

Klaus stepped forward, his gaze cold. He volunteered.

"Let me try, Grandpa. I will interrogate him." His voice was calm, utterly confident.

William looked at Klaus, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but he nodded.

"Very well, Klaus." William said

klaus then said something to william in a quiet hushed tone, who then instructed his loyal staff to bring the other captured victims,

the lower-level spies, to a viewing chamber where they could witness the interrogation.

He wanted them to see the consequences of defiance.

Everyone present, the A-rank and S-rank officials were curious.

They wondered how the new heir of William Bennet, this mysterious SSS-rank hunter, would conduct an interrogation.

They had witnessed brutal methods before and did not believe klaus could do something different out of the blue to get answers.

Klaus walked directly to the room of the highest-level suspect, a man known to be a particularly stubborn and high-ranking cultist.

The door was thick, reinforced steel, but it opened silently for him. He entered the room with Andre.

The room was stark, with a single, heavy marble table in the center. The criminal, a man with a defiant sneer, was already strapped to a chair.

"I won’t open my mouth," the criminal spat, his eyes narrowed, attempting to project defiance.

"Did I ask?" Klaus said, his voice flat, completely devoid of emotion.

He walked past the man, ignoring his attempt at intimidation.

Before starting the torture, Klaus systematically prepared.

He bound the man’s hands to the cold marble table with heavy, specialized handcuffs, then secured his legs and torso with thick chains, ensuring there was no possibility of movement.

He then produced several vials from his subspace.

He fed the man a mana-suppressing potion, designed to prevent him from using any abilities.

then andre started setting up a tank filled with high grade mana potion. from which a small pipe and needle came out.

klaus stuck the needle on the mans leg to transfuse the potion into his body slowly. he had to be carefull, this was not one of his realms where the man could be revived infinitely.

"I am just here for an experiment" Klaus stated, his voice calm, almost conversational.

He then emptied his entire inventory of various potions related to healing onto a side table, creating a small, colorful array.

He then instructed andre to keep refilling the potion tank as hye carried out his experiment.

He wanted the man to see the extent of his preparations, to understand that death would not be an escape.

"I am here for your rating" Klaus continued, his voice chillingly neutral. "Please, rate your experience after i am done with the therapy."

He took out a dagger its blade gleaming in the stark light of the room.

With precise, deliberate movements, he began fleshing out the man’s skin, scraping it away piece by piece.

The man’s screams immediately erupted, echoing through the room, a raw, tormented sound that pierced the silence.

The other captives, watching from the viewing chamber, recoiled in horror, their faces paling.

After a section of skin was carefully removed from the man’s face, Klaus slowly poured mana into the wound.

The skin, under the influence of the healing potion and Klaus’s mana, began to heal, slowly but visibly.

As it healed partially, Klaus produced a dispenser of table salt from his inventory which he usually carried to add to his dishes.

He slowly sprinkeled the salt directly onto the raw, exposed flesh, ensuring the crystals settled deep into the open wounds.

The man’s screams intensified, a new level of agony.

Klaus then activated a small, controlled fire in the room, using his Fire Affinity.

He superheated the dagger until its blade glowed a dull red.

Then, with the same methodical precision, he scraped off the newly healed skin, now infused with salt.

the salt due to heat melted into the man’s flesh

The man screamed again, a continuous, agonizing wail. He kept screaming even when the wounds healed again, because the salt particles had been deliberately embedded deep inside his flesh,

causing continuous, excruciating pain that no surface healing could immediately alleviate.

Klaus looked at his work, ready for the next round.

But before he could continue, the man’s will finally broke.

He slumped forward, his body trembling uncontrollably, and confessed everything.

His defiance shattered, he began to reveal every detail of the cult’s operations, its members, its plans, and its dealings and also information about his aides.

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