Chapter 132: GODS Headquarters (2)
“Ugh…”
Edgar Malone groaned as he crawled across the floor.
The power of the final blow he received far exceeded his imagination.
It was not a simple explosion; it was strong enough to erase space itself.
Because of that, his leg, arm, and internal organs that had been blown away by the explosion did not regenerate easily.
It was an injury that would have normally recovered within seconds, yet progress was still slow even after several minutes.
He even thought that if he hadn’t returned to the headquarters immediately, he might have died.
“Father…….”
Edgar supported himself against the wall with one hand and limped forward with the other.
After passing through the dark corridor, he arrived at the grand conference room where the prophets gathered.
Leaning his body against the round table, he slowly scanned the empty seats.
Starting with the Prophet of Lust, Yoshida Satoru, who had been the first to meet death.
Talida Abdullah, Yulia Müller, Lyle Umkaba, and finally Zhang Weiren.
Out of the seven prophets, five had already died or gone missing.
They were called missing, but they were effectively treated as dead.
Not only that, the disappearance of the Stalker, known as the best assassin, and Jacob Harrison, evaluated as the next-generation strategist.
Now even the experimental subject variant and the red-haired one had lost contact.
All of this could only point to one person.
The being known by the alias ‘Psycho’.
The false prophet.
“Father… what exactly are you thinking?”
So far, what GODS had accomplished was by no means small.
But compared to that, the interference of the false prophet felt even greater.
They had lost three of the Knights of Calamity, and the internal infiltration plan of the spies was also being blocked.
In such a situation, Godfather only told them to avoid the false prophet.
Edgar had never felt this way before.
For the first time, he began to feel anger toward Father.
At that moment.
Thud thud.
A figure approached him.
It was a man wearing a black coat and a fedora, with his entire body covered by sunglasses and a mask.
“Edgar, you look terrible.”
“…….”
As Godfather approached, Edgar bit his lip hard before speaking.
“Why exactly does Father not personally punish the false prophet? If it’s Father, you should be able to crush him easily, shouldn’t you?”
Edgar’s emotions grew increasingly intense as he spoke.
Godfather did not stop him and calmly said,
“The Hell Gate must open for my true body to arrive on Earth. It is something only you, who have received my blessing, can do.”
“Are you saying that with this current body, you cannot face the false prophet?”
“This body is not suited for combat, so it can’t be helped.”
“Then give me even stronger power. Power enough to crush the false prophet…!”
Edgar’s eyes were now gleaming with madness.
He was consumed by the single thought that he must crush the false prophet.
If he did not think that way, he did not know where his anger would explode.
“You are still a weak body that has not escaped the frame of a human. You will not be able to endure it.”
“It doesn’t matter even if my body breaks. As long as I can trample that bastard!”
“…….”
Godfather seemed to ponder for a moment, then reached out toward Edgar.
Tsztsztzts…
His body began to recover to its original state in an instant.
It was much faster than super regeneration through Creep.
Before his body was fully restored.
Shuut-
A small black orb entered his body.
“Use it if you encounter the false prophet.”
“Father… thank you.”
Edgar, who had dropped to both knees, spoke while feeling the orb inside his body.
It was so perfectly refined that it was hard to sense, but there was clearly tremendous power condensed inside the orb.
“Remember this: you are a very useful existence to me. Until the moment you die.”
“Even if it costs my life, I will realize Father’s ideal.”
Tsztsztz…
Godfather disappeared along with black smoke.
Left alone, Edgar stood up from his seat.
His body felt even lighter than before the injury.
He felt like he could immediately return to Korea and chew everyone to pieces.
“I should start by smashing the limbs of that damn mental ability user.”
The moment he clenched his fist tightly.
“Smashing limbs is my specialty.”
A strange voice suddenly rang out in the empty conference room.
Sususut…
Like a transparent curtain being lifted, a man in a black suit revealed his appearance.
Edgar instinctively recognized who it was even though it was his first time seeing the opponent.
“False prophet. Perfect timing, I just met…”
Crack-
Before he could finish speaking, Edgar’s limbs were broken.
Shuuut-
The scythe he was holding in his hand was sucked into the portal created by the false prophet.
Puwhaaak-
His limbs were simultaneously ripped out as the finishing touch.
“……!”
The event happened so instantaneously that his face showed bewilderment rather than pain.
But soon he raised the corner of his mouth in a grin as if it was interesting and quickly regenerated his arms and legs.
“It was unexpected, but I’ve figured it out now. I won’t fall for such obvious attacks anymore.”
“Oh, right. I forgot to adjust the senses.”
“What…”
Suddenly Edgar felt a strange sensation in his body.
Pukwakwakwak!
His limbs were separated once again.
“Keuk……!”
This time, pain incomparable to before rushed in, and a scream leaked out involuntarily.
However, Edgar regenerated his limbs again and emitted red lightning.
Kwakwakwakwakwakwa!
Lightning poured out much faster and stronger than before.
It should have torn the false prophet’s body to shreds.
Skwakwakwakwa-
Instead, it circled around his body and was sucked into the summoned portal and disappeared.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
Crack- Ppudeudeuk!
This time his arm joints were broken without being separated.
Pukwak- Pukwakwak!
Holes were pierced all over his body, and blood poured out.
Every time, pain assaulted him.
He was even feeling the emotion of fear for the first time in a long while.
If there was one emotion that dominated his mind the most among them.
“Why… why am I the weaker one!”
It was precisely rage.
The anger coming from being weaker than the false prophet was the greatest.
What he hated more than dying was dying without being able to do anything to the false prophet.
“The reason you are weaker? It’s simple. Because it’s not power you built yourself. What do you expect from power you got for free?”
At the false prophet’s following words, Edgar’s face looked as if he had been hit in the head with a hammer.
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“This son of a bitch……!”
“Quite an angry friend.”
Jin-young looked down at the guy who was screaming with veins bulging on his forehead and bloodshot eyes.
The Prophet of Wrath, Edgar Malone.
True to his title, he was an extremely hot-tempered guy.
Even while his limbs were continuously being severed, he was threateningly emitting dark red lightning.
But because Jin-young was pushing it away with psychokinesis, it couldn’t even touch a single hair on him.
“Kwaaaaaaaa!”
Every time his limbs regenerated, they were broken and ripped out again.
Edgar grew furious at the situation where his lightning attacks only circled around without reaching.
It wouldn’t be strange if his anger exploded and killed him like that.
“Godfather came here, didn’t he?”
“How dare you call Father with that filthy mouth…”
Pukwak-
Edgar’s tongue was ripped out by psychokinesis.
His eyes widened as he writhed in pain.
Jin-young looked down at him with sunken eyes and spoke.
“If you spout nonsense other than answering my questions, I’ll keep ripping it out.”
Edgar, whose tongue had regenerated in the meantime, said.
“Even if you do that, I…”
Pukwak-
His tongue was ripped out again.
Jin-young pulled it out every time the guy spouted nonsense, as if he had become a tongue-ripping machine.
By the time the pile of tongues beside him exceeded a hundred.
“…….”
“You’re choosing complete silence? That’s a good strategy. Then I should change my strategy too.”
Jjeoeoeoeok-
Edgar’s scales and skin began to split.
Each scale was ripped out one by one, adding to his pain.
Adjusting the senses to maximize pain sensitivity was an added bonus.
“……!”
Every time a scale was ripped out and his skin was flipped, Edgar’s face twisted beautifully.
“I don’t believe people who say they can’t control their anger.”
Jin-young knew very well how to deal with such people.
Crushing them so they could never get angry again.
Of course, crushing someone like Edgar Malone was not easy.
That was exactly why he needed to become stronger.
Yoon Soo-ho, Choi Hee-yeon, and his younger sister Chae So-young, who had fought this guy today.
If they had never received Jin-young’s guidance, they would have easily become prey for the prophet.
The reason Jin-young personally trained the world’s prominent Hunters one by one was simple.
So that even in situations where he was absent, they would not helplessly fall to bastards like the prophets.
It could be said that the effects were finally starting to show.
“Grrrk…”
Edgar endured until the end without yielding despite the tremendous pain.
Jin-young recalled the time he first met Vritra in the Nine City Dungeon.
At that time, Vritra had also left a deep impression with his strong mental fortitude that endured all kinds of torture.
Of course, Jin-young had no intention of comparing Edgar to Vritra.
The prophet before his eyes was nothing more than trash who had tried to kill his younger sister.
It would be good if he could interrogate him, but Jin-young didn’t mind if he just died from shock.
So Jin-young did not adjust the intensity and pushed the guy to his limit.
“…….”
The guy whose eyes were slightly unfocused had now reached the limit of his mental strength.
But there was one reason he endured until the end.
Pachut-
He activated the black orb hidden inside his body.
His trump card that he had saved until the very last moment.
Even in his dazed mind, the corner of Edgar’s mouth rose in a grin.
He had been waiting only for the perfect opportunity to use it.
The moment the orb’s activation began, his expression looked as if he had already secured victory.
“You are now…”
Puwhaak-
However, the orb burst out from inside his body before it could fully activate.
Dark red mana gushed out violently like a fountain.
“Ah, aaah…”
When even his final move was taken away, despair filled Edgar’s eyes.
It was the first emotion visible on him, who had always been filled with anger and arrogance.
After the orb was taken, the regeneration speed of his broken and torn parts noticeably slowed down.
The red lightning he had been firing without tiring also gradually subsided.
It was not simply because he lost the orb and lost power.
It was helplessness coming from a sense of loss.
Because he had never once reached Jin-young, the recoil was inevitably even stronger.
Tsztsztzts…
Jin-young controlled the leaking dark red mana with psychokinesis and observed the orb.
Beyond his field of vision, the tentacle was also looking at the orb.
『He was planning to self-destruct.』
“Interesting.”
Jin-young smirked and turned to look at Edgar.
“Interesting… you say?”
Edgar spoke in a low voice, as if he no longer had the energy to get angry.
“How much damage do you think self-destructing with this would do to me? In my opinion, it looks like you were just used by Godfather until the end and then thrown away.”
“What do you…”
Even after hearing Jin-young’s words, he could not easily accept reality.
To him, the existence called Godfather was practically his entire life.
Yet he could only show this kind of reaction even after hearing that he had been abandoned.
Because the moment he acknowledged that fact, it would mean his entire life lived for Godfather until now was being denied.
“That can’t be… Father would never abandon me…”
Edgar no longer had the strength to shake his head and only twitched it slightly.
『If the orb had fully activated, that human would not have been able to endure the mana storm and would have oxidized on the spot. In short, a dog’s death.』
The tentacle, having finished analyzing the power of the orb, said.
Jin-young also felt a similar impression while appraising the orb’s power.
“Then what if I activate the orb in this state?”
Pat-
When Jin-young applied pressure with psychokinesis, the orb flashed and began emitting dark red mana.
―Kuhahahahahahaha!
Along with a bizarre laugh, it began to take form.
The appearance was exactly like.
“As expected, it’s a demon.”
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