The Villain's Story

Chapter 661: [661] Past Memories, Glimpsed Future(2)



It was in the corner of his eyes, but he noticed it, even if it was there only for a second.

Arken turned around, his gaze locked onto a particular hover car in the streets that quickly made a turn, along with the dozen others. There wasn't anything special with the exterior of the hover car.

"..."

He sighed, noticing something only he could have noticed, the black tinted windows of the vehicle and some other attempts at concealing the inside were futile in front of his eyes.

A normal human wouldn't be able to see what was going on inside the car, an awakened, one that was focusing on his surroundings would have realized there were two people in the front, but Arken knew there was only one.

The 'person' in the passenger seat was only a rotting head, taped to the seat as a joke of some sorts. Perhaps it had an advantage, but Arken didn't know what it would be, neither did he care about it.

His nose caught the scent of blood and his body was suddenly rejuvenated, a grim reminder of his nature. He excused all attempts at hiding himself and his body vanished, accompanied by a large gust of wind.

"What was that?!"

"Kya!"

The surrounding people fell over, they were ordinary humans after all. And Arken was at the top of the food chain, an SSS-ranked human, at the upper top as well. He wasn't exerting much effort, but even this much was enough to kill.

He jumped on top of the hover vehicle. His drastic actions were a response to an ominous feeling he was getting. The hover car tried to keep its balance, and as soon as it was able to, Arken slammed his hand into it. It pierced the alloy with relative ease and grabbed the head of the driver.

Arken realized doing that would just cause disaster to the streets, so he had to do something else. Sighing, he let go of the head of the driver and stopped the car.

By standing in front of it, of course. Oliver would pay for any damages to the city, of course. All he had to do was keep his identity secret.

Swiftly sending a wave of his mana to jam any and all electrical devices that could record him in the vicinity, he heaved a sigh of relief as his old bones walked over towards the door,

ripping it open.

'Hmm...'

On second thought, he also used a skill that would raise a cloud of mist, just to make sure. He had to conceal himself well, after all. If anyone tried to enter it, they would be given a mild shock.

Arken looked inside the vehicle, and found out the man was about to commit suicide with the help of poison. Snatching it away, Arken paralyzed him and looked towards the back. Just as he did, he was surprised at what he saw.

It wasn't a bomb, nor anything dangerous, but a few boxes filled with snacks, electronics, and some research materials.

"... What the hell?"

Why would a demonic human be transporting those goods? Was the demon he made a deal with worthless? Arken looked at the shivering man for a moment, before putting the boxes in his spatial ring, courtesy of his student.

He dragged the man outside and vanished into a secluded alley, he used a plethora of skills in order to make sure no sound would leak outside, and it would be harder to find the place naturally.

Throwing the man against a dumpster, lightly, he asked with a calm tone.

"Explain, everything."

"I'm not even the main guy! I'm just a grunt for delivery!"

'Main guy? There are more? Shit.'

Just as he was about to ask more, he sensed more chaotic mana at another part of the city, clicking his tongue, he realized this was the main guy.

Quickly severing the man's limbs and cauterizing the wounds with the help of lightning magic. He shoved a piece of a dirty newspaper in the man's mouth and threw him in a dumpster.

"I'll come back for you."

Before vanishing, in an instant, he was at the source of all the chaos energy he felt before. He spread his mana around, intending to see if there were more disturbances, but luckily, there were not.

It was in the city square, two amalgamations of flesh were rampaging around as people hurried to run away. They had yet to take any innocent life. The only person they killed was the poor fool tricked into bringing them here.

'... What was that thing called? I remember it...'

A look of disgust and pity washed over his face when he realized what those things were, the faces of the dead children were proof enough. While he had forgotten their name, he vividly remembered Oliver and Alan explaining about these things.

'Was it Amalgamation? Flesh Golem?'

Without wasting a single second, he used the same skill he used earlier to create another layer of mist around the two creatures. He was like a bolt of lightning, dispatching the two without causing the monster's any pain.

He didn't know if they could feel pain, but he would have liked it if the children that were used to make them did not suffer anymore. Quickly storing their bodies in his spatial ring, he

disappeared.

Arken reappeared in the same place he stored the man, and opening the dumpster, he found

the demonic human crying tears of blood.

'Ah, good to see some things haven't changed.'

He had expected to find a dead corpse, but it was nice to see demonic humans were still as resilient as before! He hadn't grown rusty!

"Now, Where was I? Explain every-Oh, for fuck's sake."

He had to take it back, he was growing rusty... Arken disappeared once more to take care of the

other disturbances that had risen across the city.

'Harrison, what the fuck are you doing with the security?!'

Was that young man always so lax? This was his city, for god's sake!