The Villain's Story

Chapter [215] Nuisances...Need To Be Purged.

ʼSoon..ʼ

ʼsoon..ʼ

ʼSoon...ʼ

Alan walked in the stormy rain...his eyes glowing a mysterious blue.

He had left Samantha at his grandmotherʼs house because of the rain and had departed from there even though his grandmother had asked him to stay. He needed to do something...he needed to do something.

ʼSooonnn...ʼ

That lone word reverberated in Alanʼs mind...again and again as he remembered Aranusʼs words.

*pitter*Patter*

The pittering of the rain was rather blissful, but the thunderous lightning in the clouds however contrasted with the blissfulness.

Alan walked all alone in the streets, his figure soaking wet from the storm.

It was dark, and because of the sharp rain, every shop was closed. The streets of Aror were desolate all except for Alan walking calmly in the rain.

ʼ...I canʼt waste any time...ʼ

Alan thought...and took an astral blue orb out of his inventory... The unique item Spatial Orb. The orb contained knowledge of the attribute of space...the thing that was the reason he knew something of the space element...

Alongside knowledge of the space element...the orb also contained the methods and means to decode Spatial coordinates...with the only problem being he was unable to understand them...without the use of [Dragon eyes].

ʼI need to find Elvenheim...fast.ʼ

Alan thought... he was desperate.

During the year...he had tried to Understand the orb...he activated Dragon eyes until he couldnʼt withstand the pain.

But even then...he had extremely little time to understand this thing...and the bad thing was each use of the Dragon Eyes left him very weak.

His mind would be like it was on fire, and his eyes would feel as if thousands of needles had penetrated them...

It was hell.

But now he didnʼt care...he didnʼt have enough time...he needed to man up and endure the pain.

In the middle of the street, under the stormy rain...he activated it...

[Dragon Eyes have been activated.]

An astral glow emanated from his eyes...the Spatial Orb glowed as well.

Mysterious runic symbols emerged from the orb, surrounding Alan whose eyes were lighting up the entire area.

*Pitter*Patter*

His eyes began to bleed very quickly...and although his face scrunched up in pain...he endured it...with just a little hope in trying to understand them.

And just as he was about to...Just as Dragon Eyes was about to show him the meaning of a single symbol...just as he was about to decode it...withstanding the pain... A nuisance appeared.

*Shiu!*

Something flew through the air, cleaved through the rain, and struck Alanʼs neck.

A Syringe containing red liquid, With a needle sharp enough to stick in Alanʼs thick skin.

The sudden intrusion surprised Alan...and he instinctively canceled Dragonʼs eyes...and lost the chance to decode the meaning of the symbol.

*Shiu!**Shiu*

Dozens more flew through the air and struck Alan at multiple places.

His back, head, front body, and legs...the weird bullets struck at multiple places...

The red liquid...deposited itself inside Alan, As Alan stood still...a hidden rage welled up inside him.

”Get him! He has no mana now!”

”Die Awakened scum!”

He heard voices...as multiple bullets attacked him now, explosive and piercing types...

*BOOM!*

A massive explosion engulfed Alanʼs figure...and the voices resounded once again.

”Did we get him?”

”Even B-ranked canʼt survive that!”

But they would be proven soo so so wrong.

”Huh?”

One of the attackers, covered in black forces armor...looked confused as he saw two blue lights within the flames of the explosion.

And then it happened, a shadow was seen...and Alan Peccatro stepped outside...completely unharmed...

His shirt was in tatters...he exited the flames of the explosion...his eyes glowing an astral blue...that looked so terrifying in the grey environment...in the rain.

And then...just from a glance at Alanʼs expression...they felt fear...and this was the worst and last mistake of their lives.

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*Pitter*Patter*

”Ghh...Ghhh.”

Alan stood, covered in blood that was being cleaned by the rain...in his right hand the neck of one of the attackers in black.

”Sp...are...me..ee.”

The poor man tried to speak...yet Alan simply tightened his grip around his neck.

*crack*...

”uhh..Ghaahh.”

The manʼs face slowly turned purple...then red as his neck was crushed under Alanʼs monstrous Grip...until finally...his neck was no longer there...Alanʼs grip strength had just brutally decapitated the man...

”Shooot!!!”

Another man yelled, and Alan disappeared as the storm of bullets made their way toward him.