SEXY MECH SYSTEM-Chapter 45: Young Demon’s Final Judgement

They remained groveled, speechless, as if waiting for his last words before he did the inevitable.

Then he spoke.

"Seven years... Seven years of thievery. Just the two of you?"

The kneeling figures stared into each other’s eyes, still wondering where he was going.

"Yes! Yes, sir. Just the two of us." They stammered.

"If you try lying to me, the consequences will be greater than you think," Syril said seriously, his voice firm and cold.

"Yes, sir. It’s just the two of us," they replied hastily.

"Then how? How come you managed to go this far? The societal system is now this corrupt and bad?!"

The question was more for himself or rhetorical. Syril himself had a fair share of the terrible system. He probably wouldn’t have suffered much if the government tried to balance and tackle the societal issues and its impact.

Needless to say, he was mad, furious and questioning if the issue would continue without intervention.

But the trembling figures were unaware and thought the ’Young Demon’ needed answers, so they proceeded.

"We’ve always been... meticulous about it," Finn started. "We lurk, stalk and collate datas of our targets. We try to know if they... If they can fight against us or if they’re somehow privileged."

"We often target... We often target the weak ones," Spencer ended, drifting his head downward to avoid his gaze.

Something in Syril’s tummy twisted violently, his face scrunched, hands clenched so tight his nails dug into his palms.

He was shaking now, his body vibrating on the couch like he was about to burst into flames.

"Tell me..." His voice cracked, breaking into layers contained with unrefined anger. "How much... how much did you covetously and unrightfully take from these weak ones?"

They were dumbfounded.

Words refused to form as they buried themselves on the ground, silently watching how the young figure was reacting.

"Speak." Syril whispered.

That’s right. A whisper!

And somehow, that had been scarier than a yell. It looked like it was his turning point, like if they refused to say anything after that cold, low utterance, hell would descend.

So, Finn began talking.

"We don’t keep records, sire, but if I can roughly estimate all we made within the span of seven years, it should be about..."

"About..." Finn stuttered until he caught Syril’s legs moving, a subtle movement that looked like he was about to lunge onto them if he continued stuttering.

"About fifteen million dollars."

The world paused.

Three figures in a villa, two on their knees, one on a couch.

Everything looked still, stagnant.

Finn and Spencer anticipated. They tried to manifest their abilities, tried to at least prepare for the upcoming attack, but it didn’t work. They couldn’t do anything.

Because Syril didn’t move. An attack didn’t land.

No abilities were manifested.

Then suddenly, Syril jumped off the sofa, yanking himself up in a fluid motion.

Turns out they weren’t truly prepared, broken beyond that perhaps?

That simple movement shook them, made them fall on their backs as they flinched.

They speedily dragged themselves up, fumbling on the ground before they rose quickly.

But again, an attack never landed.

Syril took a step, then another, and another...

He walked slowly, taking soft steps with minimal efforts till he was behind them.

"How much do you currently have in your accounts?" He inquired behind them.

Their bodies quavered under his invisible pressure. The angle was too intimidating. They could not see him, couldn’t predict his reaction, and still needed to answer.

Plus, something about turning to meet his face felt wrong.

So again, they answered honestly despite the intimidation.

"We have about five accounts. Two in my name and two in Finn’s name," Spencer answered.

"That doesn’t answer my question," Syril spoke lowly and took another step.

Finn gulped hard before stammering the answer. "We have about one million dollars in each account, so we can say about five million dollars."

Syril sighed heavily and walked to their fronts.

He looked at them for a couple of seconds and went back to seating.

Syril sat down with hands crossed, fingers fiddling, with arms supported by his thighs, and leaned forward.

In the heads of the waiting figures, only one thing echoed: ’Here comes the judgement.’

They were right by the way.

After stretched minutes of thinking rigorously, Syril finally made his decision.

He sighed heavily and began; "I really feel the need to submit you to the authorities, but I know that would be the wrong decision."

"A very bad decision!" He lamented angrily.

They gulped, eyes sparkling as if silently pleading.

"Now, listen..."

’Here it comes!’

"You did say you have five million in possession, right?"

"Yes, sir!" They answered at once.

"Show it to him quickly!" Finn instructed his aide and ensured he did as told.

After confirming, Syril continued.

"I want you to transfer the money to me."

Their throats suddenly became dry, eyes dilating, ears perking as if they heard wrong and wanted him to reiterate.

Finn decided to speak.

"Young D... Young Master, if doing this will save us from your wrath, we’ll gladly do it, but there might just be an issue..."

"You can’t transfer large amounts like that at once without the intervention of your bank managers, right?" Syril completed, already aware of the ’bank policies.’

They nodded once.

"I’m aware. And fortunately, since both of ya have the money in multiple accounts, here’s what you will do. Send five-hundred thousands dollars from each account to my account intermittently. I’ll be here till all is done."

They nodded in agreement and did the first wire transfer without hiccups.

The second was done after an hour, then the third, fourth, and fifth.

Done. A total of 2.5 million dollars wired to Syril’s account successfully.

By the time all was done, it was already sunset, in the evening.

Syril looked out of a window and checked the digital wall clock, noting the time.

The common question all shared was: ’Now what?’

Syril was already answering anyway.

"I know the right thing to do with this. The money with me? It won’t be expended on useless things like you’ve done. I’ll do my best to right your wrongs."

"And as for you?" Syril crouched to their level, staring dead into their eyes.

None dared to bat his eyelids. They held his gaze like that, swallowing gulps fast and trembling under his intimidating gaze.

"I’ll be leaving you because there isn’t much to do with you filths..."

They heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, but then, Syril wasn’t done.

His threats came next.

"But! If you dare! If you dare to go back to this nuisance, I’ll make sure the next price you’re paying will be with your lives."

"If you take my act of kindness for granted and try to be more discreet and cautious, I’ll make sure you don’t see another sunset, because I’ll always be watching."

That was all he said before leaving.

The miscreants watched that figure, that terror, leave their villa with a heart full of gratitude and something else...

It was respect. Respect that surpassed what they gave anyone.

To think that he still had the heart to leave half of their unrightful possession and leave them unharmed was something they never expected.

In truth, they were prepared to kiss the dust that day, after fighting with all they had.

But instead, the Young Demon was lenient and only ’punished them lightly.’

Syril’s POV:

Not much could be done anyways.

If you were thinking why he let them go easily and didn’t punish them further, he couldn’t because submitting them to the authorities meant revealing his capabilities.

And he also couldn’t kill them. To Syril, it was too gory, inhumane.

So what he did... was right.

In the first place, he came primarily because of Sherry, to prevent them from coming back and harming the MILF in the nearest future.

Every other thing he got now was a plus.

Besides, he knew the funds were good to be in his possession and was already thinking of how to use the money righteously.

As he got on the road, the city’s landscape was already tinged a golden orange by the setting sun, neon lights flickering to life, digital screens lighting the whole of Almandale with that familiar cyberpunk sheen.

Syril knew his job was completely done in Almandale. All he had set and aimed for were successfully achieved. He believed he was prepared for his journey, that he was prepared for his future.

The past couple of weeks was a rollercoaster, but he eventually pulled through.

It was becoming obvious that he was becoming something great. The recent feats? Unbelievable, preposterous even to the same boy who couldn’t last a week without an emotional breakdown.

Now, he has powers that rival small ability users.

2.5 million dollars was sitting in his account.

He has women, powerful ones too that are willing to help in any possible way. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Life looks good, but will this be the same in Greenville?

Will these preparations be enough for the next phase in his life?

The journey tomorrow will tell.

————~~~~~————~~~~~———

I know some of us have been waiting for this transition for long, the good news is we’re there now. Grab your popcorn and your *coughs* coins, because the real fun is about to begin.

Like it? Drop a honest review, vote and add to Library.

Have an idea? Drop it in the comments section.

I love y’all.

Kingnova.