Chapter 61: Dominance

Every practitioner in the room except Makun fell on their knees under the pressure emitted by Jorg.

Jorg was a genius. A genius promised a brighter future as an MIO agent of the Suppression Bureau. He was calm, controlled, smart, and analytical.

Not everyone could understand gravity, the deeper meaning of it, especially through violence.

Jorg had succeeded in that. He had even advanced it to the point of being an Adept in the field, just a point away from being an Elite.

Even other Adept warriors struggled under his pressure, let alone practitioners in this room who were not Adepts, and some not even warriors.

How could they stand up when a genius like Jorg exerted his might?

“Where is Zorak?” Jorg asked a second time.

As if on command, Melissa’s face dropped to the floor, the pressure focused on her.

She seemed to be the one in charge of this section. She had to know where he was.

BAM.

She struggled, raising her head, only for it to slam back down.

“Make sure you tell me where he is this time,” he said.

Jorg did not want to get involved. Not as much as he did.

It was the job of the MIO to take care of mystical investigations. However, he was the highest-tiered mystic sent by the Suppression Bureau to take care of Naija City.

After his tragedy, he had asked to get away from the always-active MIO lifestyle he was living. He wanted to calm his mind. He wanted to chill out.

Naija City, which was a calm city when it came to mysticism, was the perfect choice. He had asked to be and was affected as the person in control of Naija City.

He was in control of Naija City.

Because he had wanted to chill out, he had left Zorak alone whenever he and his goons operated in the city. He had closed an eye to it.

But the stakes had changed. From Initiates, now Adepts were fighting in Naija City.

If the MIO uncovered terrible things when they reached here, he would be held accountable. And very badly at that. The punishments from the Suppression Bureau were never light.

Jorg looked at Melissa, alleviating the pressure enough for her to raise her head.

Melissa raised her head and looked at Jorg, fear in her eyes.

She was powerless in front of such a person. True, she was not a warrior. She was a merchant practitioner, specialized in gambling, and she was a second-grade Apprentice. Acting as gambling master here in Zorak’s HQ helped her comprehend aspects of her path.

She had got the most comprehension here and she felt like she would soon move up a grade.

She did not expect for this stranger to come and impose on her.

She wanted to resist. But was scared.

Scared she was going to get crushed from all sides by his presence.

“B… Boss went out on Sunday. He… he really never came back,” she struggled under the pressure, but spoke.

Jorg looked at her, calculating.

Maybe she was not lying.

However, he would not give up so easily. He had to get the gist of what happened before the MIO and see how grave the situation was.

“You,” Jorg pointed at a young mixed man, who was very hairy for his age but had short hair.

The man on the floor, kneeling, was surprised. How had he ended up in Jorg’s radar? He was but a weak first-grade merchant Initiate working here under Melissa.

“Accompany him…” He pointed at Makun. “To Post Office Street.”

Melissa’s eyes widened, shock hitting her for the second time.

That was where Zorak stayed when he was not at the HQ in Stone Bar. She had no idea he was the head of the VEB here in Naija City.

Jorg turned to Makun. “When you reach there, let him know I have held his HQ hostage and if he does not show…” He looked around. “The little power he thought he had is going to get snuffed.”

He was not scared of Zorak attacking Makun, or of Zorak not showing up.

Zorak had a calm demeanor, but was he really calm? Jorg knew Zorak better. The calm demeanor appeared after he had amassed power in Naija City.

He would definitely align in order to preserve this.

Makun, who had been shocked by the situation ever since he entered this room, was taken aback.

First of all, by the hidden ecosystem of mystics who existed in Naija City. However, that much was a given after getting to know of the Veil.

Then Jorg. Why was he so powerful? Makun realized that the thought he had of moving closer to someone like Jorg after advancing a grade was useless.

It seemed Jorg had held back for the sake of teaching him. Now he was in awe.

This… this strength. With this strength, people can’t play me like a puppet anymore.

After witnessing Jorg’s strength and dominance, he was now being sent somewhere he did not know.

Alone.

Couldn’t we go together?

Why was Jorg sending him to meet someone who, by the looks of it, was strong enough to make all these mystics bow?

He wanted to refuse, his selfish nature coming out, but did he really have a choice?

Jorg alleviated the pressure from Elias, the guy working under Melissa, showcasing his level of control.

“Go,” he said, then turned to Makun. “Follow him.”

As such, Makun and Elias departed from the bar.

…

Elias walked through the street, his eyes darting between the flickering gas lamps and the deep shadows of the arched alleyways.

Different from the calm gait Jorg had earlier, he felt like a prey in the jungle. Even Makun, who was calmly following behind him, felt like a tiger to him.

“We are soon there,” he said, his voice draped in fear.

Makun nodded.

The faster this was done, the faster he could confirm if the incident at Zuri’s place was connected to him.

The faster he could take precautive measures.

He calmly followed, his thoughts replaying the scene from earlier. Replaying Jorg’s might, his power, his calm and confidence.

Power. Such power. I should have it.

He had to reach that level of power. He now understood why those people deep into mysticism, those people who had ascended the different tiers, were in total control of Earth.

Why every powerful institution was a chess piece in their hands.

If Jorg was an Adept, how was an Elite compared to him?

Against someone showing such prowess, what could disconnected people even do? What could he even do?

He felt like an ant. He had to get strong, and quickly at that.

Makun was walking, distracted by his thoughts, when he felt it.

Tssss.

A disturbance in the surrounding.

He felt Ashe condensing into what felt like solid matter, dense beyond normalcy.

ARGH.

Makun lifted his head only to see Elias being propelled into the air by a punch.

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