Genius Warlock

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh…… YOU FU*…”

—STAMP!!

As Intruder 2, who had his arm cut vertically, lay face down and was about to curse, Oliver trampled on his head with the shoe covered in Black suit.

There was no malice in his actions. He just did what he learned from Joe.

He decided to wrap it up well to avoid dirty situations. He thought, ‘Is this a little too much?’ but he still decided to follow Joe's words because he felt empty without his quarterstaff.

"… Um? This person is coming back to life, too.”

Intruder 2 whose head was crushed began regenerating.

It seemed like some kind of black magic, and the problem was that it seemed very different from the usual black magic.

STAMP!

STAMP!

STAMP!

STAMP!

STAMP!

STAMP!

Oliver started mechanically trampling him again and again, remembering the fight with Puppet– if you kill him until he dies, he will die at one point.

"Gurr……"

Intruder 2, whose head was broken and his back crushed as if pressed by a press, died, spitting blood bubbles from his mouth.

Countless human-shaped masses of flesh tried to rise from his body, but soon lost their strength and collapsed again.

Oliver turned his head and looked at Intruder 1. His emotions shone with hatred and anger towards Oliver, but more than that, there was fear.

Oliver and Intruder 1 kept staring at each other.

After a moment of silence, a faint sound echoed,

Tak!

Intruder 1 tried to escape through the entrance using his quick agility.

Oliver added emotions to the shadow accordingly and invoked the shadow. Shadow spikes, tentacles, and blades tried to capture Invader 1.

"Hmph!"

As if he was expecting this, Intruder 1 turned his leg and rushed toward Oliver.

There was not enough time to retrieve the shadow tentacles and counterattack.

SWOOSH–

—BAM!

Intruder 1 wrapped emotions around the French knives in both hands and threw them at Oliver.

The target area was the eyes.

Oliver reflexively raised one of his arms and blocked it like a shield.

BANG!

Two blades got repelled along with the noise of metal clashing.

Oliver withdrew his arm and tried to check the intruder again, but before he knew it, Intruder 1 was just four steps away.

Even after throwing all the knives, he had a knife in his hand.

Surprisingly, it was a knife made of flesh and bones. A weapon made from parts of his own body.

The bizarre regenerative ability and multiple lives– the more he saw it, the more he felt it was different from the ordinary Warlocks.

Puppet he fought deep underground in the contamination zone continued to come to his mind.

‘No, the overall feeling is similar, but there's a slight difference.'

"DIEEEEEEEE!"

Invader 1 shouted, wielding a blood-colored blade made of emotions, bones, and flesh.

His words were not false. The exact power was unknown, but it was an object that would fatally wound Oliver in [Black suit]…. Only if the attack lands.

[Hate Bullet]

Oliver pulled his left hand, which he kept in his pocket until now, and fired [Hate bullet].

TUTUTUT!

With a loud sound, three holes formed in the body of Intruder 1, and he was also pushed back by the impact.

Nevertheless, there was confidence in his eyes. He was certain he could kill Oliver……

It wasn't a very foolish thought either. If he could hold out with his unique regenerative ability and rush toward Oliver, he could cut his throat.

"This is it!"

[Hate Bullet!]

Oliver fired another round of hate bullets again.

The one thing different this time was he used two hands instead of one, and with two fingers on each hand.

Four hate bullets poured out and fired at the enemy.

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo–!!!!

"————cough!"

Oliver poured more bullets than machine guns into Invader 1 with an experimental look on his face.

He wanted to check it out.

Which is stronger, the enemy’s regenerative ability or his firepower?

The sound of a machine gun rang out for a long time, and Intruder 1 seemed to be getting pushed back, and soon he lost his strength and flew away by the barrage of bullets and began to be hit unilaterally against the wall.

When dust rose, distorted flesh splattered in all directions, and the enemy’s Life-force gradually faded.

Oliver pulled his hand and stopped shooting.

A silence mixed with shock and fear quietly spread throughout the auction house.

Everyone just looked at Oliver with surprised eyes without saying a word.

Oliver also felt the gaze, but he didn't care and just stared at the dust.

After a while, the dust settled.

Intruder 1 stumbled up and walked towards Oliver. It was a truly amazing sight.

"Oh, that's great.”

Oliver honestly admired it. A regenerative ability close to resurrection beyond normal regenerative ability, and an abnormal amount of emotions and Life-force. It was bizarre, as if several people were mixed together.

Oliver tried to question him, but the intruder spoke first.

"What's your name?"

Invader 1 asked, throwing up a bucket of blood mixed with flesh.

"It's Dave."

"Dave. . .?"

“Yes, what is your name?”

Intruder 1 vomited blood again from his mouth as soon as he tried to answer. This time there were more pieces of flesh and organs. Even so, he tried to recover his strength again, but he just sat down and collapsed.

A human figure seemed to rise from the bubbling mass of flesh, but this too collapsed and disappeared, his body disintegrating like his comrades.

"Um… He's dead."

⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩ ⏩

"Um, do you happen to know how to wash this?"

The large Subureptor museum was temporarily suspended due to a disturbance.

In the director's office there, Oliver asked Coco, who had just joined.

Coco stared at Oliver's leg with a half-frozen expression.

One of Oliver's legs and boots was completely stained with blood while subduing Intruder 2.

"Well……the blood stain is a little deep, but don't worry too much because I know a dry cleaner."

Oliver tilted his head, wondering why she was lying.

"Really?"

"Of course not. Which dry cleaner in the world washes things like this? It looks like you've been working at the slaughterhouse all month. It's a good thing there are no cops here."

"Oh… Do I have to throw it away then? It's a waste because I just bought it."

Oliver sighed.

Of course, Oliver didn't buy it with his money, he bought it with Jane's activity fee, but he couldn't deny that he felt sorry for it.

Jane, who was sitting on the sofa next to him, sighed and said, as if she felt sorry for him.

"I'll buy you another one. Shoes and Suit."

"No, I didn't mean that. It's just a pity."

"But you can't just wear it around, can you? If you go out on the street, you'll be reported as a serial killer with red feet in less than a minute. It's because I want to buy it for you, so don't say anything and just accept it."

She was speaking the truth, so Oliver just nodded.

"Thank you."

"More than that, are you hurt anywhere?"

"No, I’m not."

"I guess they weren't as dangerous as I thought".

"No, that's not it."

Oliver answered honestly. He won without being seriously injured, but he knew that it was because he was lucky.

If the enemies had not been careless from the beginning, and if Intruders 1 and 2 had caught Oliver and Intruder 3 concentrated his mana and attacked him from the beginning, he might have been hurt.

Before going into such a situation, he quickly brought the flow of the fight and finished it in a dangerous order.

In short, it was just luck that worked out in Oliver's favor.

If the knife, processed with flesh, bones, and emotions, had touched Oliver's body, nothing could be guaranteed.

That's what fighting was all about in the first place, a matter of life and death.

‘Well… by the way. I'd like to find out about their black magic. This is the second time I’ve seen a Warlock who doesn’t die by killing once.’

As Oliver wondered, Coco spoke,

"Now I think you’re beyond a dark horse, you will finally join the leagues of the first-class Solvers that Landa recognizes.”

"What?"

"A rich, surrounded by innocent ladies who will be spending money for you."

"?? Is that the case with first-class Solvers?"

"Not all of them, but those who can do it do it. Power is a tremendous attraction in itself in this city." a third voice suddenly intervened. It was a very young, cheerful voice, a voice full of confidence.

When Oliver turned his head, he saw the owner of the voice.

Big, over 190 centimeters tall, with neatly arranged dark green long hair and beard, ivy vines tattooed on his face, and small but clearly present deer antlers.

It was Druid Shamus that Gordon talked about.

Coco took two steps back, nervous, unlike her.

"Mr. Shamus."

"Why are you shrinking so much, Coco? Come on girl, I won’t bite you?”

He had a confident and cool attitude and a green light surrounding him.

He seemed to like women but soon turned his attention to Oliver. He reached out to Oliver.

"Nice to meet you. It's Shamus. Have you ever heard of me?"

Oliver greeted by taking his hand.

"Dave. I've heard a little."

"What did you hear?”

"I heard that you became one of the best Solvers in Landa in a year and were active three years ago, now retired."

"And I'm sure you must have heard that I’m a golddigger who lives using his rich lovers, right?"

The man grinned after deliberately speaking ill of himself– as if to brag

In fact, his feelings were filled with joy, satisfaction, and pride.

"…Dave. I've heard of you. You've been outstanding in catching escaped convicts lately, which is why people in the same industry are cursing you, saying you're an unethical guy who eats everything by himself.”

"I didn't mean to, but I'm sorry."

"Haha!" Druid Shamus laughed. "You don't look like a Warlock. Ignore those fucking as*holes. Incompetent shits don't know how to do anything, so all they can do is run their mouth, right? Landa is a free city with unlimited opportunities. It doesn't matter how much a capable man eats. No, rather they should encourage it. The outstanding is here, the incompetent is here… That's how the world makes sense.”

Shamus pointed his fingers up and down like an actor.

It was playful, but the words themselves contained strong sincerity.

He seemed to like Landa very much.

‘Enjoyment…’

As Oliver recalled the Druid religion called Enjoyment, Shamus asked Oliver a question.

"Are you working with Old man Forrest in District T?"

"Yes."

"You’re good for someone who’s working with a sediment, but doesn't seem to have an eye for business. No matter how talented you are, if you’re with someone who doesn't have much to see, you would never be able to see the bigger picture. I don't say long. Why don't you work with me?”

Druid Shamus held out a business card to Oliver in a confident manner.

The business card was antiquely engraved with the words [Leaf loan]. It was in soft and reassuring handwriting.

"Um… can I ask you what this is?”

"The business I'm running. Solver work isn't a bad job, but you can get hurt or die while working. It's best to settle down somewhere. You don’t have to worry about the treatment.”

He meant what he said, and approached Oliver with a greedy gaze.

"I don't know about the loan business."

"It doesn't matter because I use the head. All I need is a name… Speaking as a senior Solver, the best time to settle anywhere is when the stock price is high.”

Oliver pondered how to say no.

He liked being highly evaluated, but he was not interested.

However, if he blindly refused, he thought Shamus, who had a strong pride, would come out roughly.

‘Um, what should I do…’

"Excuse me, gentlemen. I think that would be inappropriate."

At the right time, Crime Firm director Gordon Goodhart appeared.

"He’s a benefactor who helped me keep the credit of my business. It doesn't look very good to scout him like that, Mr. Shamus."

Gordon spoke with characteristic courtesy and a stiff manner.

To Oliver’s surprise, Shamus stepped down with his hands slightly raised.

"I'm sorry about that, Gordon. He's a talented fellow, and I’m greedy… I thought it would help improve the power of the Crime Firm. There’s a strange project that the city is doing these days, and everything is noisy, so shouldn't we prepare something too?"

"Of course, I understand."

Gordon and Shamus laughed and lied to each other.

A cold silence arose for a moment, and Shamus smiled and stepped back.

"I think you have something to do, so I'll leave now."

Shamus said so and strode on his long legs and disappeared.

After Shammers closed the door and disappeared, Gordon opened his mouth.

"First of all, I would like to say thank you once again, Mr. Dave. We were able to minimize the damage thanks to you."

"Really?"

"Yes, fortunately, the intruders came through the secret entrance and we managed to cover up externally, and the auction house guests were also able to calm down because no one was seriously injured or killed."

"Didn't one person die?"

"He's the one who raked in money with real estate development. He’s rich, but I think it'll be okay because there are quite a few people like that in this city. My colleagues are moving."

“Um…..”

Oliver understood that there were many upper-class people in Landa, just as there were many poor, and workers.

It was exactly what Jane said.

"However, it is all thanks to Mr. Dave's help that we can cover up at this level. I want to repay you. Let me know if you want anything, whether it's money or books. I'll try to meet your needs as much as I can."

Gordon said, as if he had been prepared.

At that moment Oliver's head stopped.

It was because he was worried about which book to ask for.

Of course, he wanted money, but while money was a means, books were close to purpose. He wanted to get a book.

And if he had to choose one book, of course, he wanted to get a book about Demons, which was relatively harder to get.

‘Will there be a book about Demons? Maybe there is. Mr. Edith said he got it through an auction. Then, can I just ask for it? But is it okay for me, a Warlock, to ask for a book about Demons?'

Oliver calculated as much as he could in his head.

"A little later, if you don't mind can he say afterward?” Jane said, holding Oliver's hand quietly. "It's so sudden that I think he'd need some time to think about it."

Jane's intrusion was unexpected, but Gordon looked at Oliver and Jane alternately and nodded.

"Oh……I'm so grateful that I must have been excited. Then, if you want anything, please feel free to let me know. I would like to repay you for protecting our trust.”

As he was given time to think, Oliver accepted it right away.

"Thank you for your consideration. Then I'll do that."

"No, it’s my responsibility."

"…if you don't mind, may I ask you a question?"

"Question?"

"Yes, do you happen to know who the intruders are? I'm just curious."

"We haven't figured it out yet. The body collapsed."

It was answered naturally and politely, but Gordon's words were lies.

He tried to trick Oliver's eyes by wearing a magic item, but unfortunately, Oliver could see through.

"I see. So, why did they attack this place?”

"I think they were aiming for an item that would appear in the auction house."

This time it was the truth.

"Item?"

"Yes, the raid on the auction house was to grab everyone’s attention. In fact, they attacked the auction warehouse at the same time, the warehouse where the products to be auctioned off are kept.”

"Is the warehouse safe?"

"Yes, it was dangerous, but we were lucky to have someone to help us."

"Someone helped…?”

"Yes, that person is here right now. Would you like to meet?"

Before Oliver could answer anything, the door opened and someone came in.

It was a woman, wearing a black magic mask.

The exposed flesh was almost as pale as a corpse, and above all, the long purple hair gave off a very strange and mysterious atmosphere.

Natural yet exotic.

Oliver knew only one person with such hair– Marie.

(To be Continued)

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