Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 211

Chapter 211: Slaughter Chapter 211: Slaughter Sunhold City, Sector 1-the suburbs.

A skinny man wearing an oversized hoody walked along the street with his head down.

It was morning, the street was busy with traffic and he was conscious about it.

Entering a more secluded alley, the man glanced behind him to make sure that nobody was following before he stopped and opened a roll-up garage door.

Beyond the door was dark and there was nothing inside but in the silence, one could hear the distant muffled sound of a crowd.

Closing the door behind him, the man went over to the corner.

A trap door could be seen behind a bunch of cardboard boxes and he wasted no time opening it.

Almost instantly, the loud sound of music exploded.

He stepped down the staircase and stood in the corner of an underground club.

A gambling den could be seen on one side of the place, a bar on the other, along with multiple hostesses, practicing their dances on stripping poles.

Unbothered, the man pulled his hood down and scoured through the space without making eye contact.

Since it was still morning, the place was empty other than the people who worked here.

Soon, the man reached the backside of the place.

Going through another door, he saw violent-looking Hybrids split into those who were training-and those who were relaxing.

All of them glanced at the man before focusing back on what they were doing, seemingly recognizing or having seen the man before.

Ascending to the mezzanine level of the spacious room, the man reached another door.

But two people were guarding that door.

“Who are you and what’s your business with the boss?” One of the guards asked.

Upon hearing this, the man took out a file while the other guard probed his body to see if there was any weapon, “I’m here to give this to the boss.

He asked me to look into someone-and I’m giving him the result.

It’s all in here” “The Boss has gone somewhere.

Hand it over to me and I’ll give it to him,” the guard said.

Just as he was about to hand the files over, the door on the other side was opened again.

A monstrous person with green skin and a big belly entered.

Boss Zibbo-the person who was in charge of the Lincoln Gang in this area.

Realizing that it was the boss, the Hybrids downstairs instantly stood up and bowed toward him as he headed for his office.

Along the way, he looked up and noticed the man standing in front of his office, the person he wanted to exactly see this early in the morning.

As the man waited for Zibbo to approach, he raised an eyebrow when he saw a figure behind Zibbo.

He materialized out of nothing-as if he crept out of Zibbo’s shadow.

Since the other Hybrids were bowing down, none of them saw this happening except for the man.

And for some weird reason, this person was familiar.

But that shouldn’t be the case, this was the first time the man worked for the Lincoln Gang.

Nevertheless, the man didn’t comment as it might be a secret powerhouse that also worked for Zibbo and the Lincoln Gang.

Someone he could not offend.

“Come inside,” Zibbo instructed-smiling at the sight of the document in the man’s hand.

“Tell everything you find about him to me in detail” Once the two were inside and the door was shut, the sound from outside instantly disappeared.

Clearly, this room was soundproof.

Zibbo took a sit on his large, leather single-sofa and lit up a cigar while he gestured for the man to also sit down across him.

Smoking the cigar, he then started, “Judging from your face, there was no problem in finding that guy” “Yes,” the man nodded and took out the papers and spread it on the table.

“Since you said he must come from the Bloodhaven Academy, it narrowed down our list so much and we identified him.

His name is Lucivar Asarafall, an Academy Hunter who arrived in the city with seven people not too long ago.

Most of them were young and were also Academy Hunters of the same academy,” “A man called Tobias is acting as their guardian, but I can’t find anything about him,” He added.

Upon hearing this, Zibbo frowned.

If Lucivar came from outside recently then he doesn’t have any attachment within the city.

All he could aim for were those seven Academy Hunters and Tobias.

“What about his past before he got here?

Did you find anything?” Zibbo asked again.

But the man could only shake his head, “Other than his activities after arriving to the city, I can’t find anything else about him.

I even cross-checked with other branches of my organization across multiple cities and nothing.

Whoever he is, he is either a ghost or from another Supreme House territory” Hearing this, Zibbo leaned forward to read the reports.

A soft groan escaped his lips as the pain from the battle was still not healed perfectly.

“So he and his guardian are both ghosts.

Great, this is great…” Zibbo muttered sarcastically.

He was hoping to find Lucivar’s weakness but found nothing instead.

It seemed surviving and getting back at Lucivar would be a hard thing to do.

Seeing Zibbo writhing softly-as he read the documents, the man’s brows dipped into an evident frown, ‘How could a mere Academy Hunter do this to Zibbo who despite not being at the peak of the Acolyte-rank, has the power to rival those there because of the limit booster serums…’ Just then, as he waited, the man’s eyes trailed to Lucivar’s photo on the table.

A photo of Lucivar who was playing in a mall’s arcade.

His face was really clear there in the photo.

But as the man looked at the photo longer, his eyes gradually widened.

Lucivar looked familiar, and only then did the man turn to the window beside him, which overlooked the spacious room outside hidden behind a curtain.

‘No way… right?’ He questioned, his heart pounding in his chest.

‘I must’ve seen it wrong… didn’t I?’ Gulping harshly, the man stood up and peeked from the curtain.

As soon as he did that, his face drained from all colors-instantly becoming pale.

His body stiffened as he couldn’t move from his spot.

Zibbo, who was reading the documents lifted his gaze to look at the man and saw him standing there beside the window stiffly, “Since you already gave the reports, you could go now.

I’ll wire the payment to you after I read this” Despite saying that, the man didn’t move from his spot.

Seeing this, Zibbo sighed as he put down the papers, “Fine, I’ll wire it to you right now” Just as he said that, however, the man turned to face him.

“I… I think you should see this,” He murmured with a voice slightly above a whisper.

Upon hearing this, Zibbo raised an eyebrow, expecting to see his men quarreling again as they always do whenever he turned away for even a moment.

He stood up and headed to the window, but the sight beyond caught his breath in his throat.

Exactly like the man, Zibbo’s entire body was rooted on the spot.

It was as if there were nails that pinned his feet to the ground.

As opposed to seeing his men brawling out petty differences-Zibbo saw the spacious room had turned into a slaughterhouse.

Severed limbs, internal organs, and blood decorated every corner of the room, creating a painting of gore.

Not even five minutes passed and his men were already turned into minced meat.

“H- How…?” Zibbo questioned aloud, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

He really believed that he was dreaming right now.

After all, there was no way almost a hundred of his men were slaughtered in the span of five minutes.

Considering that there were no violent disturbances, they were killed easily.

Reaching for the door, the sharp tang of blood pierced his nostrils.

If he thought that he was dreaming before, he wasn’t now.

Upon taking a step outside, he saw one of the guards guarding the door lying on the ground with his stomach and neck ripped open.

Hearing the gory wet sound from behind, his shock rose higher as an oversized wolf monster was currently eating the other guard.

“A dungeon break…?” the man questioned from behind.

Since no animals could be this big and ferocious, the only explanation was a dungeon break.

Zibbo also thought of the same thing, that is until he saw who was sitting on a chair down below.

Just one glance is all it takes for him to recognize who this person is-it was Lucivar.

Somehow, Lucivar was able to sneak into his own base and massacre his men during the time he was checking the reports about Lucivar.

It was ironic how he found it hard to plan a move against Lucivar while Lucivar easily found him, barged into his place, and killed all of his men.

Realizing this, Zibbo could only cackle in ridicule-cackling at himself.

From the start, he has no chance of beating Lucivar.

‘I really don’t deserve to live after this one,’ He thought inside.

On the side, the man in a hoody looked at Zibbo for a way out, “What should we do?” Instead of answering, Zibbo went down to the ground floor nonchalantly.

“Come on, brother,” Lucivar stood up and spread his bloodied hands to the side as if welcoming Zibbo with a warm hug.

“You don’t really think you survived because of luck, did you?

I was planning to do this, to find your base and kill these vigorous men” Zibbo smiled, “I’m starting to understand it now.

But aren’t you supposed to be imprisoned?” “I got out early,” Lucivar answered with a grin.

“And you’re the first one I came to after I got out” “I’m flattered!” Zibbo laughed, this was truly eye-opening.

Knowing how ferocious Lucivar was along with his high-grade bloodline, he should’ve been a lot more careful of Lucivar’s abilities.

Now, he realized too late that he was already marked.

His survival was nothing more than a ploy for Lucivar to obtain more benefits.

“What about those wolves?” Zibbo turned to another wolf to the side.

“A new ability?” “Well, you know what my bloodlines are,” Lucivar shrugged nonchalantly.

Considering that he had already told Zibbo-that he had Gods inside of him, there was no need for him to be modest.

Lucivar told him about that because simply put, nobody would believe him even if he decided to tell everyone.

Soon, Lucivar channeled his ether as Zibbo approached-expecting for him to struggle.

But surprisingly enough, once Zibbo got into striking distance, he went down to his knees.

“Go on then,” He said, gesturing to his neck.

“Kill me already.

I didn’t deserve to live after this”