Chapter 81: Going A Sleep

MIDWORLD

All of Midworld was tense; every person stared at a screen, whether at a bar or in their houses. Everyone wanted to stay informed of what was happening.

It had been four years since Alexander told them about the last game for everyone. And for four years they waited for the perfect time for the final game to proceed, waiting for the armies to be ready for battle.

“As you can see, we are all waiting for the teleportation capsule to turn on.”

A journalist standing on a skyscraper gave the commentary, a camera recording countless officials waiting on top of the Gridlions HQ where a helicopter pad stood.

It was the day they had been waiting for—the day Alexander had finally finished training, their lord of hope who was going to command Midworld when the battle began.

Suddenly—

LOOOM!

A bright line shone from the skies, shooting straight onto the ground. Its light was so bright it nearly blinded the people standing on the roof.

Then—

A figure materialized inside the light.

[Teleportation complete]

The light vanished, leaving Alexander standing still.

He looked completely different. His hair was golden and styled in a way that made him look like a CEO who never cared. He no longer had glasses on top of his nose, only colored lenses that made his eyes look artificial.

He wore a suit—the goddess’s version of a president’s look. A dark-blue suit with a mythological touch to it.

Alexander started moving toward the others, people welcoming him back home.

Some bowed, some waved—everyone did what they thought was proper, according to how they understood the situation.

Alexander simply smiled at them, waving back as if he cared. It was a difficult situation—if he didn’t wave back, it would look like he didn’t care, something he did not want printed in other people’s heads while he was on live TV. Even presidents in the world of the living acted like they were happy, though the truth was the opposite of what they showed outwardly. Politics rule 01.

“You’re welcome.”

“Thanks.”

He replied repeatedly to each representative from the different clans of Midworld, to each leader from every part of the city.

At the end of the line was the fat elf, his uncle’s adviser. He smiled with compassion as he clapped slowly, like a villain waiting for the hero with a trap already set for him.

“Welcome back, Alexander.”

“My pleasure.”

Alexander wanted to pass him. He had finished all the salutations; what was needed now was to enter the Gridlions building.

But the elf stopped him, pressing his hand lightly against Alexander’s chest. He did it strategically so that no one noticed. The large robe covering his hand added even more to the illusion—because to the spectators, it looked like two Gridlions simply talking together.

“Don’t get caught up with fame. I know you killed your father, the captain’s brother. You still work for me, remember, so you will do exactly what I say.”

He whispered it while maintaining the appearance of discussing something developmental.

Alexander didn’t reply. His face turned emotionless for a second.

Then—

“Are you done now?”

He inquired, not showing that he was bothered by his blackmailer.

“Attitude, kid. Talk to me in a respectful manner, won’t you?”

Alexander hesitated for a few seconds, rethinking his actions.

“Alright, boss. Can I go?”

“That’s better. You can go now.”

He released him.

Alexander walked past the fat elf.

Suddenly the elf felt strange—and cold at the same time. His eyes blurred from a sudden anemia.

Wait… what happened?

He turned around, and to his surprise he was welcomed with alexander smiling, mockery in his eyes.

He looked down at his hand—and surprisingly, there it was.

The elf’s heart.

In Alexander’s hand.

Outside of where it had originally been.

“How did he—”

Thousands of questions filled his mind. He looked down at his chest, but there was nothing. No blood at all.

That’s not my heart

He denied, but the emptiness he felt in his chest proved otherwise.

Then if that was the case… just how did he do it? Removing someone’s heart without a single cut.

Suddenly

Phu!!

The elve fell down like a bag of sand, officials running to check on him but his killer Alexander, kept on moving forward unbothered by it all.

…

The world of the living

Phu!!

The captain fell down like a bag of sand, his eyes closed shut, not even a subtle movement, while green glowing magic enveloped his body.

“Why did you save him? He tried to kill us!”

Kasa screamed at Sandra aloud. Her actions were suspicious. When she faced Kasa earlier, she had expressed her deepest feelings—that she was deciding to join the demons. But now, when the captain was just about to be killed, she saved him.

Two actions that opposed each other.

“Because Jamie wouldn’t want to kill Alexander’s uncle. I didn’t see any killing intent from him until now,” she replied.

Jamie had frozen up like a person who had been bitten by a vampire and was somehow starting to turn, his neck moving strangely.

Kasa was surprised as well. He had never seen Jamie that way before, and concern filled his heart.

Suddenly—

The marks started to vanish from Jamie’s body, the dark energy fading as if it were finally losing its affinity.

When half of the energy was gone, he nearly collapsed, but luckily the two helped him sit on the teleportation device. It didn’t look in good shape, but it was nothing the scientists couldn’t fix.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“What’s going on, Jamie?”

He asked, concern covering his face. Commander Stella had never briefed him about the form Jamie had taken earlier. He didn’t know whether to be happy or worried.

Jamie hesitated for a second, thinking whether to reply with the good old you have nothing to worry about or tell them the truth. He looked to the sides, pros and cons forming in his mind. But he would be working with the team for long, so he needed to be honest with them.

“I trained for four years without any break, improving my fighting, stats—even techniques. But there is something else I never improved at. Controlling that form. No record in the Book of the Demon Lord exists that explains what it means, so I had a power I didn’t know how to use.”

He began as the two listened attentively.

“Since the form was catastrophic, I realized keeping it dormant was the best choice. So I only use twenty percent of my power.”

You gotta be kidding me.

All this while he had been holding back.

Sandra and Kasa were completely blown away. The numbers were unbelievable. How strong he actually was remained a riddle no one seemed to know—but that’s demons for you.

Breaking limits.

“But in the fight… the form activated.”

He raised his eyes, looking at the captain’s sore body.

“I’m even surprised he’s in one piece.”

“I shot him with an emergency attack that taps into his magical core and extends all magic to protect him from the destruction.”

“That’s why he fainted. The technique saved his life in exchange for sending him into a coma.”

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