Transmigrated with my corruption system-Chapter 48: The Young Lord’s Judgment

Amelia sighed, breathing heavily as she placed her hand over the blade lodged deep within her lower torso.

Tara beside her wasn’t doing much better, the blade in her heel making her hiss in pain.

The longer the battle continued, the worse it became.

Which was preposterous at this point.

They were the Sisters of Death. E-rank beings widely feared across the city. Yet they had been brought into this state by an F-rank youth.

If someone had told them this before, they would have laughed it off as nonsense.

But as the youth slowly walked forward, they couldn’t help but, for the first time, feel a tinge of fear spread across their faces.

Everything they did seemed to be countered so smoothly. It was almost as if he was the natural bane of assassins.

If this continued, death would be imminent.

They would have to divert his attention to do something they hadn’t even considered.

Escape.

Pulling out two hidden blades, Amelia gripped them tightly, biting her tongue as she aimed for the two figures behind him.

She had seen how he looked at them.

The care in his eyes.

And that was why she was certain he would try to protect them at any cost. And true to her thoughts, the youth’s figure flickered away.

Forming a wall of defense in a desperate attempt to shield them. And unexpectedly, he succeeded. Against her expectations. As he turned toward them, his gaze had grown colder.

The tinge of fear he had already cast over them intensifying. But their attempt to distract him hadn’t been entirely futile.

In that moment, they seized the opportunity to dislodge the blades while chugging healing potions safely tucked away in their interdimensional storage rings.

Barely managing to stand again as their wounds partially healed. But this didn’t seem to tilt the odds in their favor.

Fatigue was slowly starting to creep in.

All the blades they hurled toward him were blocked by the scythe he held in his hands.

His caution had grown.

No blades managed to slip past him afterward. The situation was bleak.

The sensation of death pressing down on them once more.

But not all hope was lost. Exchanging brief glances, they nodded in agreement. There was yet one move they hadn’t utilized.

And they doubted that if they waited any longer, they would still have the opportunity to do so.

Letting out cold breaths of air, their postures crouched low, eyes narrowing as their hands moved to form incantations. A chant slipped from their lips, enveloping the entire room.

The closer the youth got, the louder it became.

And just as he crossed the ten-meter mark. They yelled simultaneously. The incantations were complete.

A wave suddenly burst out, rippling across the room covered in mystical sigils and runes.

When it pulsed through the dark-robed youth, he suddenly froze in motion. The two girls far behind him froze as well.

Their already pale faces growing even paler as sweat dripped down their skin. Seeing the results, Amelia and Tara sighed in relief.

Before dropping to the ground, a wave of overwhelming fatigue clinging to their bodies.

But through it all, a smile spread across their faces. They had succeeded. Or at least, they thought so. Taking a moment to catch her breath, Tara rose, dragging her body forward.

Amelia followed closely behind. When they arrived before the youth, a vile smile stretched across Tara’s face as she opened her mouth to mock the frozen figure.

"This is the Hell-Suppressing Illusion," she muttered between breaths.

"Low in tier... but more than enough to deal with you."

"It will show you all your worst nightmares, and while you’re frozen... I’ll kill you."

She spat the last words.

A flash of anger rising in her voice. Ever since she had been young, she had been trained in the arts of killing.

To have been forced to use this last resort by someone weaker than her in rank, It couldn’t help but leave her with a tinge of humiliation.

"You should be proud," Amelia muttered, finally catching on.

Flashing a look of disdain at the youth.

She was just about to continue. Before she suddenly froze.

The seemingly frozen youth suddenly moved. His hands reaching out to grab them by their throats.

Lifting them off the ground. The sudden change was too fast, leaving them no time to react.

One moment they were looking down condescendingly at the black-robed youth.

The next. They were hanging in the air, struggling to breathe. Their lives lying in the youth’s hands.

"T-this... how?!" Amelia struggled, forcing the words out.

Sensing the confusion even behind their masks. Ulric growled. His voice echoing slowly.

"Your illusions don’t work on me."

His corrupted robe made sure of that. Granting him full immunity from debuffs and illusions cast by F and E-rank beings.

As they hung loosely in the air, the illusion snapped. Dragging Amber and Lyra out of it.

Their faces were clouded with multiple emotions.

Still reeling from the shock as they dropped to their knees. Regaining focus, their gazes shifted to Ulric ahead.

Standing stronger than ever. Clutching two figures in his hands. The sight made them gape. Or more specifically... The emblems engraved on their robes.

They recognized them instantly. Anyone with enough knowledge would as Lyra suddenly gasped.

"The Sisters of Death."

With the tales surrounding them, the caution in their eyes was rightfully placed. But seeing them helpless under Ulric’s grasp slowly melted that caution away as they stepped forward.

"Should we call the guards?" Amber muttered, blinking rapidly.

At their words, Ulric exhaled slightly.

Before shaking his head slowly.

"No need."

He had long noticed the strange barrier across the room when the battle had begun.

Now that he looked back, he understood instantly.

A sound barrier. It had blocked the sound of the commotion, preventing anyone from intervening.

As the two figures were locked in a strange standoff, Amelia and Tara tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

Failing repeatedly. Until they couldn’t take it anymore as Amelia scorned.

"Do it... finish us off." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

They had always known this day would come. Just not this soon. Resistance was futile.

Just as their eyes snapped shut, ready to embrace death. Ulric’s voice suddenly echoed.

His grasp over their necks loosening as his next words left them dumbfounded.

"You know what... I’ve suddenly changed my mind."

"Huh?"

The two figures gasped simultaneously. What was that supposed to mean? The longer he spoke, the more confused they grew. Amber and Lyra even more so.

"I just happen to be running low on corruption points."

Sensing their confusion, Ulric slowly lifted his face to look into their masked faces.

A perverted glint flashing across his eyes.

Followed by a villainous smile as he slowly murmured.

"Simple."

"You came inside my house... now you belong to me."