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Breasts Scar glared at Desmond.

“Negotiations after you’ve treated the youngest like shit?!”

The Mysticism user sneered.

“I heard you had a duel a few days before we came? You called a retired Advanced Seeker against a Mid-level Lieutenant. You trashy bastard. And you still lost.”

“Pathetic, so pathetic.”

The Mysticism user and Breasts Scar relentlessly berated Desmond.

All sorts of creative insults flew.

Desmond went from being someone who didn’t receive proper home education to an orphaned child raised without parents, and finally, he was reduced to trash less than a beast.

Jeong Yu-shin blankly stared at the Mysticism user and Breasts Scar’s combo.

‘Reassuring.’

He turned his head and looked at the person being cursed at in real-time.

‘Poor bastard.’

Desmond couldn’t even breathe properly. He hadn’t heard such humiliating insults since middle age.

He couldn’t even get angry.

Because there were no ordinary people among the mixed-blood Barbaroi here. Each one had a unique personality, and their skills were unpredictable.

How could such monsters suddenly pop up?!

Especially that middle-aged man.

Unlike the other Barbaroi, he didn’t spew curses but remained silent, yet he felt a strange pressure.

His eyes were so deep that they were hard to fathom, and his face was nearly expressionless.

When the middle-aged beauty raised his hand, the Mysticism user and the black-haired woman closed their mouths.

“Handsome Scar, what do you think?”

Jeong Yu-shin didn’t have much to say to the middle-aged Scar’s question.

“Desmond, there are no negotiations. You know it, and I know it. If you wait quietly, Grandpa Raguna will come and clean you up. Just wait.”

Cold sweat poured down Desmond’s back at Jeong Yu-shin’s nonchalant reply.

The middle-aged Scar stared silently at Desmond’s face before opening his mouth.

“Desmond, is there a mastermind manipulating the Pantheon Clan?”

“…!”

Desmond’s eyes widened.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Is it one of the superhumans in the Labyrinth City? I’m sensing several energies right now.”

The Mysticism user and TS Scar also nodded.

“Annoying gnats.”

“Shady bastards.”

“They didn’t come to negotiate with Scar, but to spy on us. Or maybe both.”

The middle-aged Scar hit the nail on the head.

Desmond knelt down as if collapsing.

“S-save me!”

The Scars turned their heads and looked at Jeong Yu-shin.

Their eyes gleamed as if telling him to just say the word.

They looked as if they were about to charge into the Eastern District and turn it upside down.

Jeong Yu-shin shook his head.

“Leave him alone. It’s not something for you guys to get involved in.”

He was dropped here unexpectedly because of his own mistake, and he didn’t want them to see blood because of it.

Although he didn’t say it.

He felt like he knew how they had lived in their respective worlds.

Blood and death.

A repetition of struggle and competition.

Now that they were here, he hoped they could relax and heal before going back.

The Mysticism user sensed Jeong Yu-shin’s feelings and made an annoyed expression.

“Ugh. Soft. This guy’s like breasts.”

At the sudden sexual harassment, TS Scar glared at the Mysticism user.

“Why are you bringing up my chest all of a sudden? You ugly bastard.”

“…”

The middle-aged Scar turned his head and looked down at Desmond.

“That’s what he says. Since the youngest said not to get involved, we don’t necessarily need to lift a finger. But we should give a warning.”

The middle-aged Scar stroked his chin and fell into thought.

The Mysticism user suddenly stood up from his seat, approached Desmond, and touched his shoulder.

“Hey Desmond, tell the Pantheon Clan leader. If they mess with Scar, we’ll kill them all.”

Desmond fell into a strange sensation. His stomach churned, and his head was dizzy.

“W-what is this…?!”

The flustered Desmond hurriedly stood up and looked at the Mysticism user.

“W-what did you do to my body?!”

Only now could he feel it. An evil magic had settled inside his body.

The Mysticism user shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s nothing. It’s just a curse containing a simple message. It’ll be lifted on its own when you go to the Pantheon Clan leader and deliver the message.”

Desmond staggered back and turned his body.

“A-anyway, I’ve delivered all the Clan leader’s words!”

The Mysticism user wore a sinister smile.

“Farewell.”

Thump!!!

The door closed.

Only Jeong Yu-shin and the Scars were left in the inn again.

The middle-aged Scar crossed his arms and stared at the Mysticism user.

“Second.”

“Yes?”

“I’m worried you’ve been staring into the abyss for too long.”

“What can’t one see to survive? I know how to control myself, so don’t worry.”

“I understand.”

Jeong Yu-shin frowned.

“What did you do?”

“I just sent a moderate warning. If they have any brains, they won’t mess with us.”

The Mysticism user replied nonchalantly.

Jeong Yu-shin didn’t say anything more because he said it was just a ‘warning.’

The guy took out a black crystal from his pocket and threw it to Breasts Scar.

TS Scar received the black crystal and examined it.

“What’s this?”

“Tears of the Abyss. Handsome needs to use it when he combines weapons, so fill it up with magic.”

The Breasts touched the black crystal and injected magic into it.

“Huh? You’ve already put quite a bit in it?”

“The first and I put quite a bit in. We can just take turns filling it up diligently until we go back.”

“Really? Oh! Did you know? Our youngest is a Half Incubus?”

“…”

As soon as Breasts Scar finished speaking, the Scars’ gazes focused.

“Hmm.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Is that true?!”

The first had no particular reaction.

The second made a fuss.

Jeong Yu-shin scratched his head.

“Ah. I was going to say it, but the timing wasn’t right, so I was late.”

The Mysticism user’s eyes narrowed.

“Lucky bastard. You’ve set up a hedonistic paradise here.”

Breasts Scar nodded.

“I know, right? They’re all pretty ladies.”

The Mysticism user, who was pondering, tilted his head.

“That’s strange. They all seemed to have a certain grace, but am I someone who appeals to women of such high and noble status? How about you, First Brother?”

“I have nothing to say.”

“No. Don’t be like that. If there’s anything, please tell me. Please.”

The first didn’t answer and tore into the pork ribs.

The Mysticism user turned his head and looked at the wolf beastman.

“Third, how about you?”

The wolf beastman shrugged his shoulders.

“I enjoy cooking more.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Krrr! Second Brother seems like a virgin too, but don’t look at me like that.”

“Hmph!”

The Mysticism user turned his head and looked at Breasts Scar.

“You too?”

“Just eat your food.”

The Mysticism user sighed deeply and grabbed the pork ribs.

“Hoo. Damn it.”

* * *

Desmond, who had left the inn, quickly moved his steps and returned to the Eastern District.

He held back the urge to vomit several times.

Something unusual was happening in his body.

He could tell. He had once been a fairly high-ranking magician.

He hadn’t paid much attention to magic because he had taken on a role that mainly used his head in the Pantheon Clan as he got older.

But.

‘W-what kind of magic is this?!’

A feeling of ‘something’ wriggling in his stomach.

Was it black magic?

He had thought about it, but he had never heard of such magic.

When that guy grabbed his shoulder a moment ago, all his magic scattered and solidified like a stone.

So, he couldn’t feel anything until that guy’s magic took root in his body.

‘I have to go quickly!’

He had to undo the curse quickly.

Desmond staggered and ran to the Pantheon Clan.

* * *

Deep inside the Eastern District.

Inside a classy mansion.

The executives of the Pantheon Clan were gathered in one place.

“…”

The conference room was as silent as a graveyard.

The middle-aged man sitting at the head of the table tapped the expensive-looking wooden table with his fingers before rising from his seat.

Balthazar.

The head of the Pantheon Clan.

The man who obtained the Engraving of the Master of Metal.

Even the most formidable warriors would yield before him.

Because with his simple gesture, armor and weapons made of metal would be crushed, scattered, or even shattered.

His ability wasn’t limited to neutralizing metal equipment.

He could also enhance metal weapons for a certain period.

To the point where a rusty iron sword could slice through plate armor like cheese.

An ability to neutralize the opponent’s weapons while enhancing his own.

Moreover, he had the ability to move metal freely.

And his level was high, so he wasn’t inferior to other strong people in terms of physical strength or magic.

However, Balthazar felt uneasy and waited in his seat for quite some time.

Thump!!!

Desmond, whose whole body was drenched in sweat, roughly pushed open the door and entered the Pantheon Clan’s conference room.

“Huuh… huuh… I’m back!”

Desmond barely managed to speak while panting.

The executives couldn’t hide their bewildered expressions.

He was always a cunning old man. They couldn’t even imagine him in such a broken state.

“Desmond, the negotiations?”

At Balthazar’s question, Desmond shook his head.

“I-I couldn’t even bring it up.”

“Was it a breakdown? What about the Barbaroi next to Scar?”

“I-It was far beyond my understanding!”

“Who?”

“Th-the magician! That M-Mysticism user!”

Desmond urgently shouted before closing his mouth.

The executives looked at Desmond.

“Desmond, speak to the end. What was wrong with that Mysticism user?”

“Th-the Mysticism user. Mysticism user. Mysticism user. Mysticism user. Mysticism user. Mysticism user.”

Suddenly.

Desmond repeatedly muttered like a broken clock.

The expressions of the executives rapidly hardened, and they rose from their seats.

Because they felt something eerie from Desmond.

At that moment.

Crack.

Along with the sound of bones breaking.

Desmond’s body contorted into a bizarre posture.

His neck was completely bent, reaching the back of his head.

His bent legs were hooked over his neck.

“W-what’s going on?!”

One of the Pantheon Clan’s executives shouted as he stepped back.

“Mysticism user. Mysticism user. Mysticism user. Mysticism user.”

Desmond, who was muttering blankly, bent his neck once more, buried his face in his groin, and then fell forward.

“…”

The executives stared at Desmond’s grotesque figure with their mouths agape.

They had seen all sorts of disgusting sights in the Eastern District, but they had never heard of such a phenomenon.

Crack!!!

Desmond’s back split open, revealing a torso made of only red muscle.

As if a cicada larva was molting.

A sight of a human shedding their skin.

Several executives trembled at the sacrilegious and gruesome sight.

Desmond’s ‘transformation’ didn’t end there.

Crack!!!!!

Crack!!!!!

Soon.

In the middle of the conference room.

A human tree woven from flesh, organs, bones, and muscles was created.

A sight far beyond human understanding.

Desmond continued to mutter something, but no one could understand what he was saying.

Some executives couldn’t bear it and turned their heads or retched.

“U…Uwaaaaah!!!”

“W-what in the world is…!”

At that moment.

Desmond, with only his head remaining on the side of the flesh tree trunk, opened his mouth.

“Ah. Hello, everyone?”

Desmond’s eyeballs rotated grotesquely, taking in each of the executives gathered in the conference room.

Desmond wore a twisted smile.

“You guys tormented our handsome youngest quite badly.”

“…”

The executives closed their mouths.

Handsome?

The youngest’s identity was Butcher Scar.

If so.

The one speaking now must be that guy in the robe.

“Our youngest has a very kind heart. Even while suffering from madness, he’s still treating you guys like people, right? But I’m not.”

The Mysticism user, borrowing Desmond’s mouth, continued to speak.

“You frogs who don’t know how scary the world is, gathered in a cesspool. Everything you guys have experienced here originally exists outside the Labyrinth City. Just know that much. I don’t usually give warnings, but I’m only doing it once because of our youngest. Let’s live humbly. Love and peace.”

Desmond’s mouth closed.

“…”

A strange silence fell in the conference room.

Balthazar burst into a hollow laugh.

“Hah! I didn’t know Scar had siblings, this is quite terrifying…”

Balthazar’s words couldn’t continue.

Because the flesh tree burst open as it was.

The conference room was instantly covered in blood and flesh.

The executives, who were covered in blood and organs, screamed in horror.

“Heoooorrrck!!!”

“Heoooorrrck!!!”

“Shi, shibaal!!!”

Balthazar sighed deeply as he looked at the chaotic conference room.

“Hoo.”

He didn’t know about the others.

But the guy in the robe wasn’t in his right mind.

‘I messed with the wrong person.’

In the midst of extreme regret.

Balthazar grabbed his head.

* * *

At the same time.

Darmong’s Inn.

Jeong Yu-shin sat on a chair at the counter, looking at the Mysticism user who was muttering something.

“Second, what are you doing?”

The Mysticism user squinted open his eyes.

“Love and peace.”

“Crazy bastard.”

Jeong Yu-shin sat next to the robe guy and wiped the dishes with a dry cloth.

The robe guy grabbed the dry cloth and looked at Jeong Yu-shin.

“Youngest.”

“Why?”

“I want to get a girlfriend too.”

“Wash the dishes.”

“Okay.”

A quiet inn.

A small smile appeared on the Mysticism user’s lips.