Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 794

Chapter 794: Third Time’s the Charm
Upon realizing what just happened, the blue-haired Hawkling was stupefied, temporarily forgetting the pain of his severed leg.

His brain had already processed that all his targets had escaped. Yet, Kiin was still in denial.

He couldn’t even capture a single one of them?

“HOW?!” he exclaimed in utter fury and disbelief.

The next moment, due to a mix of various emotional and physical factors, he vomited blood and passed out.

Dweezel had just arrived at the entrance of his mansion when one of the aides accompanying him informed him that Shye had already escaped.

Naturally, the old snake frowned, though he didn’t really have much hope for his fifteenth son’s operation.

After all, even he failed to capture Shye.

How could a mere inexperienced youngster like Kiin do it?

However, at the very least, Dweezel ensured that there was something to gain.

Turning around, he walked towards the meeting room on the second floor instead, his aides, including Primo and Harvan, right behind him.

Upon arrival, each took their assigned seat, with Dweezel claiming the lord’s chair.

“Holly, fetch me a recording of how the bastard escaped.” he glanced at one of his female aides and ordered.

Of course, the aide named Holly promptly complied, skillfully using the rectangular device in her hands to download a copy of the surveillance recordings from the two nearest surveillance crystals near the ambush point on the headquarters’ thirteenth floor.

Before a minute even passed, a holographic screen had already appeared in front of them, and of course, it was the recording of Shye and Kiin talking coldly to each other.

Dweezel watched the recording with a hint of amusement.

From what little he knew about Fifteenth Hawkling’s mission, his son had gradually approached Shye Crowley at Colzen Academy, pretending to be his friend all these years.

Thus, while he trusted his fifteenth son’s loyalty, he was curious to discern whether there was a trace of genuine friendly affection for Shye in his son’s eyes.

If there was, he would automatically be counted out of the succession.

At present, as far as the old snake was concerned, Primo was leading among the heir candidates, with Harvan following close behind.

Other than them, no one else was worthy of the position.

Most of his sons, while competent, were not competent enough.

However, he couldn’t help but reconsider his fifteenth son, especially after noticing the ruthless coldness in his eyes—an unmistakable sign that, despite all those years spent with Shye, he had not formed even a trace of genuine friendship with him.

Everything was for the sake of his mission.

His younger illegitimate son possessed potential comparable to Primo’s.

No, when it came to sheer coldness and disregard for relationships, this fifteenth son of his surpassed even Primo by a slight margin.

Naturally, Kiin was frustrated by his failure to capture Shye, thinking that he had blown his chances once more.

Little did he know, he had already successfully entered his father’s eyes.

Soon, the entire recording finished playing, leaving Dweezel and his aides slightly perplexed.

They were still no closer to understanding how Shye had managed to escape!

Nonetheless, they persevered, replaying the recording over and over again, determined to analyze Shye Crowley’s mysterious escape method.

After replaying the recording in slow motion for the sixth time using the front-view surveillance camera recording, Harvan noticed something.

A faint, shadowy mist seemed to snake toward the nearest shadow before vanishing within it.

Eager to demonstrate his keen insight, he quickly shared his observations, prompting Dweezel and the others to narrow their eyes as they watched the faintly translucent black mist vanish into the shadows.

While the others were pleasantly surprised by the discovery, Primo was displeased at being outdone by his second brother in terms of sharpness of sight and observation.

“Shadows…huh?” Dweezel muttered, replaying the recording over and over again.

Soon, despite his advancing age and deteriorating eyesight, he too noticed something strange.

In a particular moment of the recording, though subtle and almost imperceptible, Shye’s expression shifted from a slight smirk to an empty one.

Dweezel could never mistake the facial expression of a clone.

It was only for one instant, and if there was no option to slow the recording down, one would never notice it.

Luckily, they managed to.

This suggested that before Shye transformed into a faint, shadowy mist and vanished into the darkness, he first became a clone.

Such analyses would be hard to believe, but it seemed to be the explanation closest to the truth.

Most clones, after all, were [Darkness]-type skills, which explained why it suddenly vanished into the shadows.

‘Can we even capture that black mist and prevent it from escaping?’ the old snake mused, currently unsure of what to do.

He could allow Shye to escape twice.

However, if he let the bastard escape a third time using the same method, he might as well kill himself.

Nonetheless, his body was deteriorating by the day, and it seemed impossible to catch Shye Crowley in the near future.

He had to make do with his plan B for now.

“Primo,” Dweezel called out. “Commence Undying Plan B.”

“Understood, Lord Father,” Primo said, leaving the meeting room shortly after.

The next moment, the old snake turned to Harvan.

“You’re dismissed,” he said, his voice devoid of emotions.

Second Hawkling was naturally dumbfounded, disappointed, and perplexed.

Why? Why did his Lord Father still trust his brother more? Wasn’t he the one who spotted the shadowy mist?!

In the end, Undying Plan B was entrusted to Primo, while he was effectively “dismissed.”

His Lord Father didn’t even assign him any tasks during this critical phase of their operations.

With clenched fists, he responded in a slightly dejected manner: “Understood, Lord Father.”

Harvan then left the meeting room.

Watching his second son leave, Dweezel inwardly sneered in disdain and disappointment.

‘With such desperation and weak mental fortitude, how could I possibly entrust important missions to you?’ the old snake thought.

He then turned to his aides once more and asked:

“Is it possible to develop a jamming device for [Darkness]-type skills?”