Endless Debt-Chapter 880 - 28: Extreme Realm (Part 3)
During the days of working for the Tyrant, Gray’s attitude was very passive. To be precise, he had no care for anything; everything seemed meaningless.
But this moment, for some reason, he felt a curiosity towards that figure.
The black-robed figure left, followed by the battle between Bologue and the Silent Ones. The television could only transmit images, unable to convey the roar of the Ether, hence Gray didn’t notice the change in the Ether intensity among the Silent Ones.
What was ultimately presented to Gray was only a terrifying explosion, after which the sole remaining Silent One suddenly became stronger, overpowering Bologue.
Then, Bologue absorbed the Silent One’s Ether.
"Yes! This moment!"
The Tyrant suddenly shouted excitedly, grabbing the remote control to manipulate the footage, the forward images began to review, zoom in, and slow down; he almost leaned over the TV, carefully scrutinizing Bologue’s actions.
"Ha... I guessed it right! It really was you!"
The Tyrant’s voice became twisted and pathological, releasing the TV, he slowly retreated and sat heavily onto the sofa.
"You slipped up," the Tyrant muttered to himself, "My dear kin."
Gray ignored the Tyrant’s extreme reactions; devils are odd and crazy, whatever bizarre things they do are considered normal within their range.
The Tyrant had already gathered the intelligence he wanted, pressing the remote, he directly turned off the TV. Gray didn’t see what happened next, the room became slightly darker. Despite the absence of any light source, the room maintained an extremely low visibility, instead of going completely black.
"Gray, take me to a place," the Tyrant ordered, "to find Vika."
Gray nodded. It was one of his roles, serving as a means of transportation.
Leaving the room, descending the stairs, Vika was already waiting for Gray there. At this moment, he wasn’t Vika, but a shell manipulated by the Tyrant.
Gray inquired, "Is the place we’re going very far?"
The Wandering Crossroad was exactly the Tyrant’s land. Here, he could appear physically without any aid, only when beyond this region, he couldn’t interfere with reality, needing a vessel to act.
The Tyrant put his hand on Gray’s shoulder, he didn’t answer Gray’s question, only chuckled strangely, soon Gray realized he had lost control over his body.
Gray involuntarily drew the Blood Transfer Sword, the manic strength coursed endlessly through his veins, Blessing·Threshold Limit was released once again.
The Blood Transfer Sword was slashed horizontally, carving out a passage to an unknown area.
Through the winding path, Gray appeared in an ancient and grand structure, but judging from the humidity in the air and the familiar sensation, he was still within the Great Rift.
Gray started to wonder what this place was. He had operated in the Great Rift for so long, yet never recalled such a place.
"Yo! My big clients!"
The Tyrant interrupted Gray’s thoughts, walking forward with open arms, overly enthusiastic.
Gray looked ahead, two familiar figures appeared in front of him. They were the ones he had previously traded souls with, but what puzzled Gray was that the Silver Mask, who had been inside the sealed building, was now how in this place.
The Tyrant stood before the Silver Mask, inquiring, "How were your operations?"
"This is none of your business."
"So cold," the Tyrant continued, "I guess it failed, right?"
He seemed to penetrate the mask, sensing Silver Mask’s mood. Seeing the silent response, his laughter became even more grating.
"Want to continue trading with me? You also witnessed the power of the Silent Legion, and that’s not their whole strength."
The Tyrant paused, speaking mysteriously, "He is one of the few in the world who can reach the Crowned, as long as you’re willing, this mercenary group will help you win the war."
Crowned?
The Shadow King chuckled disdainfully. He wouldn’t easily believe the Tyrant’s rhetoric. If the Silent Legion could indeed become the legendary Crowned, the Tyrant wouldn’t be holed up in such a ghostly place.
If the Tyrant possessed the Crowned, the conflicts among devils would’ve ended long ago.
"I have nothing left to offer."
"Hmm... How could that be?"
The Tyrant approached the Silver Mask, whispering in his ear, "You know what I want... what is he playing at."
The Silver Mask remained silent, while the Tyrant continued in a lower voice, "I saw for myself, Bologue Lazarus, he and you share the same Protection, both serving him."
"This is none of your business."
"So loyal."
The Tyrant retreated to Gray’s side, somewhat disappointed. He hated guys like the Silver Mask, just as he hated Bologue. These stubborn individuals cannot be easily swayed by direct profits, but this doesn’t mean they have no value. On the contrary, they are very suitable for indirect exploitation.
He’s very adept at indirectly manipulating others, as long as he aligns the interests of both parties, like how he once manipulated Bologue to hunt the King’s Secret Sword.
For instance, like this...
The Tyrant put his hand on Gray’s shoulder, speaking intimately.
"I seem to have never introduced this big client to you."
Gray felt puzzled, and then his heart chilled due to the Tyrant’s words.
"These two are from the King’s Shield Guard; this one is the Third Seat... you should know him, right? After all, you used to be part of the King’s Secret Sword."
The Tyrant’s words pushed the already serious atmosphere toward absolute silence, then his voice sliced across Gray’s eardrum like a razor.
"As for this one..."
The Tyrant pointed towards the Silver Mask.
"We call him... the Shadow King."
Almost the instant he heard the name, Gray clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot, like a hungry lone wolf.
The Shadow King.
The culprit who dragged Gray into this miserable fate.
