Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 775

Chapter 775: A Grandfather’s Loving Letter
The ambush squad members, along with their leader, were petrified on the spot.

None of them understood how Shye managed to escape.

They even reinforced the ground, using a device to harden it and prevent Shye from tunneling his way out.

The void and space were also sealed off.

This was why all of them were perplexed, unable to fathom how their target had suddenly disappeared, as such vanishings typically relied on [Void]- or [Space]-type skills.

It took a few moments for them to regain their composure one by one, with Dweezel feeling an overwhelming urge to curse at the skies.

He had prepared extensively for this day, but in the end, he was outsmarted by a young man in a way he couldn’t even comprehend.

However, mindful of his role as the leader of his organization, he forced himself to appear calm and in control, projecting the impression that he was unfazed—despite being deeply shaken by what had happened.

The one-time use devices going to waste deeply wounded his pockets.

Left with nothing else to do, Dweezel walked closer to the two dropped items, his attention captured by the live recording crystal.

Normally, anyone who was hiding their evil deeds would be crazy nervous after spotting the active crystal.

However, Dweezel had already taken precautions, instructing his agent at the Valenzia Broadcasting Center to adjust Shye’s channel settings, rendering it inaccessible for the day.

What he hadn’t anticipated was that there was no need for this, as Shye himself had set the channel to test mode, using it as part of his plan to survive the ambush.

Shye hesitated to use this opportunity to expose Dweezel’s darker side, knowing it could backfire on him.

After all, he, too, was hiding his affiliation with Hadean Varsa.

Besides, who knew how deeply Dweezel had already manipulated society?

If the old snake could brainwash a trained adventurer like Maia, influencing ordinary people would be far easier, since a single dose of his ghastly potions could completely rewire their simple minds and bodies.

Both he and the old snake had their secrets.

With limited knowledge of how much the other knew, combined with various reservations and strategic considerations, neither opted to use live recording crystals, instead focusing on taking precautions in case the other attempted to do so.

Knowing that he was safe from public exposure, Dweezel ignored the crystal, shifting his attention to the letter.

He was already old and it was rather difficult for him to bend his spine.

Thus, the old snake ordered one of his aides to retrieve the small piece of paper for him, reading its contents with narrowed eyes while suppressing his urge to rage at the operation’s failure.

“To my grandson, Dweezel Hawkins,

I’ve watched you grow since you were an ugly little boy, so it’s truly disappointing to see how incompetent your old, bald head has turned out to be. Your recent failure was massive, and honestly, you might as well eat waste instead of normal food, as it would be more efficient in saving resources. It fascinates me that despite your old age, you have still yet to conquer your idiocy. Maybe it’s time to accept the grim reaper’s call, as your continued existence is little more than a waste of air and space in this world.

Sincerely,

Your beloved grandfather, Shye Crowley of the Black Dawn.”

This was the first time Dweezel Hawkins had ever regretted reading a simple letter.

His health was already fragile, and the infuriating words of the young hero, which felt like salt poured into his wounds, nearly made him cough up blood and lose his life.

It would’ve been one of the dumbest ways to die.

Even compared to all of Sanada’s attempts on his life, It was the closest he had ever come to death, and he was astonishingly fortunate to survive such an unexpected danger by the slimmest of margins.

It seemed that words truly could kill—especially infuriating ones when directed at someone of old age.

“Milord!” exclaimed the two aides in unison as they caught the wobbly old snake.

This time, despite trying his best to conceal his emotions, Dweezel couldn’t.

He looked extremely furious as he pulled out his mana communicator, pressing buttons to contact First Hawkling, Primo Hawkins.

Unbeknownst to the old snake, his cursed target was still watching him with an amused expression through the live recording crystal.

“Primo.” he began, “Plan A failed, contact Seventeenth and begin plan B. I shall personally see that bastard begging for his sister back.”

Upon hearing his Lord Father’s words, which seemed to carry a furious undertone, the calm and collected Primo broke into a cold sweat for the first time in a decade.

At first, despite being prepared ahead of time as a contingency plan, the First Hawkling didn’t believe Plan B would be necessary.

After all, his excellent Lord Father would be personally spearheading the operation.

Hence, he dismissed Leffen’s failure as a simple sign of incompetence, thinking it merely meant Leffen had lost his chance to inherit Dweezel’s position.

He was certain that failing wouldn’t have much of an impact in the grand scheme of things.

Such was the extent of Primo’s trust and admiration for his Lord Father.

This was why he trembled at Dweezel’s words, his hands shaking and his mouth paralyzed.

Plan B…had already failed, and Maia Crowley, who was meant to be their bargaining chip to capture Shye, had been taken by the target several days ago.

“Primo?” Dweezel followed up, snapping Primo back to reality.

“L-L-Lord Father…” the hawkling stuttered, “S-Seventeenth reported mission failure two days ago. Maia Crowley was taken by the target about three and a half days ago.”

*CLACK!*

A loud thud sounded as Dweezel’s mana communicator fell to the rocky ground.

The old snake could not believe what he just heard.

The next moment, he spat out blood, falling on his back. If not for the timely reactions of his aides, his head and spine would’ve suffered grave injuries that would endanger his life.

Meanwhile, in a small, hidden cave, an ashen-haired young man burst into laughter.

“HAHAHAHAHA! Take that, you sinister old coot! Oh, damn, that felt amazing! That’s what you get for laying your filthy hands on my little sister! If only you’d depart for the nether shores after this, everything would be perfect! I hope you never wake up again!”