The man tried to turn around, but he couldn't move. His body felt like it had turned to stone, cold sweat pouring down his face. His instincts scread that the scythe of Death was already at his throat.
"You... who are you? Do you want money? I... I can give you money." The man spoke, attempting to move his fingers to reach the gun at his side.
"Kekeke... Money? Do you think I need that garbage?" A voice filled with malice and distortion echoed in the room, sounding like the voices of hundreds of people playing on a radio, warped and unnatural.
The voice filled the man with terror, causing him to tremble. He wanted to scream, but no sound ca out. After speaking, he realised his mouth was as frozen as if it had been sealed.
"Kekeke... Fear, despair, tremble before death, foolish human."
"Greedy, selfish—that is all you are. Death is the punishnt for what you've done."
"Humanity, no matter how much money you have, that money cannot save you now."
"How unfortunate. If you were a good person, you might have lived a little longer and been happier. But you are a very... very... very bad person."
Malrik's bony hand moved from the man's shoulder to his face, then to the top of his head.
The man was so terrified that he lost control and wet himself. His mouth couldn't form words, but his body trembled violently, tears streaming down his face.
He was truly frightened...
He wanted to scream for help, but couldn't.
He wanted to run, but his body felt frozen.
He was desperate and scared. At that mont, every second felt like an entire day.
"Kekeke... Are you scared? If you're afraid, why did you do such evil deeds?" Malrik mocked. "It's laughable how you feel comfortable committing evil acts, but when faced with the consequences of those acts, you're filled with fear and regret."
"Humanity... you are truly foolish..."
"Um... um... um..." The man struggled violently, but in the end, no sound ca out.
A wisp of white smoke floated from his body, gathering in Malrik's palm.
The man's body seed to lose all balance, and he collapsed to the floor imdiately.
"A filthy, evil soul. Only the fire of Hell can purify you."
As Malrik spoke, the white smoke, about the size of a tennis ball, trembled in his hand, as if it understood his words.
Malrik then stepped back, disappearing into the darkness.
Ting!
The lights ca back on, and the only thing left in the room was the lifeless body of the man lying on the ground.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Chief, I need to ask you sothing," suddenly ca the knock, followed by another voice.
"Chief!"
Knock! Knock!
"Chief!"
BAM! BAM!
The person outside seed to sense sothing was wrong. He imdiately ramd the door open with force. After just two hard knocks, the door was violently opened. He saw the Chief lying on the floor and imdiately froze, shouting, "Help! Call an ambulance! Quickly!"
...
anwhile, Malrik was walking into a quiet area, where he saw Noan waiting. He lowered his head and spoke, "Master, I have completed the task you assigned."
Noan glanced at Malrik, sighed, and said, "Next ti, you don't need to say so much."
In reality, Malrik was excellent at everything; his only flaw was that he spoke too much. If he didn't say anything and just acted, it would only take him two seconds to take the soul of the Chief of Police. But in the end, he had spent nearly ten minutes completing the task.
The long ti could expose the magic do of the city, which might attract the attention of the Royal Guard and governnt personnel, starting an investigation.
Malrik scratched his head, smiling as he explained, "Kekeke… Master, don't worry. I've carefully studied the magic do surrounding this city."
"If the energy used for the magic is not high, the do will overlook it and not trigger an alarm. After all, so many activities in the city use magic; if the do were too sensitive, the alarms would flood the city."
"I just need to find the right magic frequency, and then use magic based on that frequency. The magic do of the city will definitely not detect ."
"What?!" Noan was surprised, frowning as he asked, "Is that how you used to capture the souls of those thugs?"
"Kekeke… Master has figured it out, huh?"
"Do you think I'm stupid? With so many thugs, Vylyss and I both noticed." Noan sighed and said, "If it weren't for you, Vylyss and I would have already taken action."
"Kekeke... That's right, I was testing a little, and it seems everything is exactly as I thought." Malrik laughed.
"Then... how can I use the magic frequency the magic do won't detect?" Noan frowned and asked.
Malrik then took out a black book and flipped it to a specific page. A line of text flew out from the book and shot straight toward Noan's head.
Noan didn't resist; he allowed the words to rge with his mind.
After a mont, he opened his eyes, furrowed his brows, and waved his hand. A fireball appeared in his palm.
One second...
Ten seconds...
One minute...
Even though the fireball had a diater of over a ter and illuminated a large area, the magic do didn't trigger any alarms.
This ant that... he had found a loophole in the magic do.
No, more precisely, it was Malrik who had found this loophole.
However, if this loophole had been so easy to find, the city would have fallen into chaos.
This ant that only Malrik could have discovered this loophole.
Noan, once again, recognised Malrik's power not only from his magic but also from his knowledge.
"You did very well!" Noan didn't hold back his praise for Malrik.
"Kekeke... Master, it's just a small matter. If I had enough power, I could easily destroy this magic do."
Upon hearing this, Noan trusted him even more. After all, Malrik was a rather bizarre entity.
He looked at the white smoke in Malrik's hand, his eyes filled with a bit of killing intent.
The white smoke seed to sense Noan's gaze and imdiately trembled.
"You helped your sister steal my money, and now, you must pay the price," Noan said, his voice cold and filled with malice. "Although that money ans nothing to , I will not allow soone who causes trouble for to continue living."
"Malrik, throw him into the fires of Hell, don't let his soul dissipate too quickly."
"Yes, Master. Kekekeke..." Malrik said as he swallowed the white smoke into his mouth.
"Alright, let's go," Noan said, using teleportation magic as he and Malrik left the area.
Having figured out the frequency of the Magic Do, Noan could now use magic freely without worrying about being detected or triggering an alarm.
...
Two days later.
In a room decorated in a very cute style, everything was in shades of pink. On a princess-style bed, a girl with pink hair was lying down. Her face looked slightly tired, her eyes slightly red as if she had been crying a lot.
She lay still on the bed, her eyes closed as though she were sleeping. Both hands tightly hugged a pillow, her fingers clutching it as if trying to hold it close, not wanting to let it go.
Yes, it was Lylia.
At that mont, the door to the room creaked open slightly. Lylia's mother peered inside and, upon seeing the scene, sighed deeply, her heart filled with pain.
She gently closed the door, her eyes now filled with determination.
Lylia's mother took out her phone, dialling a number she had saved but never called before.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
The phone rang for a long ti before soone picked up.
"Sorry, may I know who is calling?" A young man's voice ca through the line. It wasn't too enthusiastic; in fact, his voice carried a hint of indifference and a cold tone.
"Are you Noan?" Lylia's mother asked, frowning.
Noan was silent for a mont before replying, "It's . Who are you?"
"I'm Lylia's mother. I want to et you."
Noan was silent for another mont, then responded, "Can I refuse?"
"If you want Lylia to die from the pain and sorrow, you can refuse."
"Alright! Address?"
"I'll send you the address. Hopefully, when we et, you can bring that girl with you as well."
"That girl?" Noan asked, confused.
"Your girlfriend."
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