Chapter 218 The Great Lord Phobio
Phobio arrived in the parlor, a glamorously furnished place that made him nothing short of a nobleman.
No one would ever expect such a room like this to exist deep within the mountains.
And yet…
"Let's find out what happened, shall we?" As he muttered this, he went to a corner of the room where a mirror was hung on the wall.
He took a minute or two to observe his handsome face and his perfect body. He was extremely gorgeous, and even his 'tool' down there was too large to be true.
Many women had testified to this.
It was only after checking himself out a couple of times that Phobio reminded himself that he had come to the mirror for an important purpose.
… Besides checking out his body, of course.
"Show me what's going on outside." As Phobio said this, the mirror stopped reflecting him, instead displaying the havoc that was ensuing within the warehouse.
'They're all fleeing, eh? Interesting…'
There were a couple thousand workers that lived and worked in the KariBlanc Eastern Warehouse; and this was the count after he had executed a few hundred to serve as examples to the rest.
After taking control of this place, the rules were pretty simple.
The workers would work in exchange for their lives.
They weren't getting paid—at least, not in cash. Still, that didn't mean they could do shoddy work or desert their work posts.
"Looks like I'll have to teach them a lesson."
He placed a hand on the mirror and muttered a few words.
"Activate the emergency trap."
The moment he said this, the mirror glowed bright crimson, and what soon followed were screams of chaos and death.
When he took over, he—with the help of a colleague—installed arrows more than three times the total number of workers within the Warehouse.
He placed them on the ceiling of the path that led to the other end of the emergency exit—that is, the emergency tunnels.
Each arrow was poisoned, so normal people who served as workers didn't stand a chance even if they were grazed by one.
As a result… a massacre ensued.
"How dare they try to desert their workplace…" He whispered, smiling as he could see pretty much all of the workers dead,
All those thousands of lives extinguished.
"I'll have to get new workers. Well, it shouldn't be a problem… right?"
Frankly speaking, Phobio didn't care.
He would just do what he wanted to do; the same as he had always done.
The very reason he joined the Mercenary Gang was for that purpose, and he knew just how valuable he was to them, so it wasn't like they could reprimand him too much.
Who else among them had a Skill they could manipulate Blood?
… A Skill as rare as Spatial Magic or Gravity Manipulation.
The only reason he wasn't among the Deadly Three was because he simply didn't care for it.
Being recognized as the strongest within the Mercenary Gang meant more responsibility, and Phobio didn't care for any of that at the moment.
Phobio simply wanted to drink, sleep, have fun with women, and jerk himself off as he stared at his reflection.
Perhaps there were other things he would desire in the future, but for now… he didn't really want much else.
"Ahh… I never found out the source of the commotion."
From what he could see from the mirror, it seemed all the workers were dead, but Phobio suspected that a few could still be alive.
'Maybe some won't die immediately from the poison. I'll just extract information from them before I eliminate them.'
Phobio wasn't sure if they would be honest with him if he didn't offer an incentive, so he decided to lie that he would save them if they told him what he wanted to know.
'A good plan. Now then… let's go.'
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Phobio's soft white robe danced as his flip flop squeaked on the ground.
He only came to a halt once he reached the pool of blood that littered his sight.
The blood on the ground slowly began to gravitate towards him, and into the sphere that stood beside him.
All of it was drained from the ground and sucked into the crimson orb.
As a result, only lifeless husks with pale skin littered his sight.
"Ahh… they're all dead." Phobio murmured, slapping his hand on his face.
As he stared at the emaciated corpses, an expression of disgust appeared on his face.
"Why couldn't one of you just hang on until I came? Bunch of useless weaklings."
They weren't like him at all.
He—Lord Phobio—was special, even from the moment he was born.
"Looks like I'll have to investigate myse—"
"How unexpected…" A voice suddenly echoed within the massive clearing that Phobio stood in, forcing him to cease his words.
He could feel a prickling sensation behind him, so he quickly turned and looked in the direction of the only other living entity in the room.
'H-huh…?!' His gaze met someone who wore a black hooded cape, with red designs on the fur potions of it
He had a black coat on as well, with a black mask hiding his face.
"… To think there was still someone left." The masked individual said, taking a step forward.
"Who the hell are you?" Phobio asked, his loud voice filled with annoyance.
'I didn't even notice his presence until he spoke. He's not normal!' Phobio narrowed his gaze instantly.
The masked fellow certainly wasn't as special as he was, but he was formidable.
He had to admit that much.
"Drained corpses? Did you kill all those people?" The masked man asked, pointing at the dead bodies of the dead KariBlanc Group employees.
"Pretty much. But you've not answered my question yet."
Phobio was ready to strike down the man in front of him if he ignored his question again.
He was already being generous by forgiving his impudence once.
"Who am I? Well, that changes depending on who you ask. But, I guess for this event's purposes… I am a Dragon."
The moment the masked man said this, his eyes glowed purple, and an indescribable aura filled the air.
Phobio couldn't deny it even if he tried.
'This man… is a Dragon!'
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Thanks for reading!
Let's see how far Rey goes with his shenanigans.