Black Organization Headquarters.
This place was located in a desolate mountain range, extremely well-hidden.
Apart from a few core members, no one knew the specific coordinates of this base.
At this very moment.
Numerous executives of the Organization had gathered in a conference room.
Karasuma Renya, emitting an aura of decay, leaned on his cane and sat at the head of the long rectangular table.
On his left and right sides sat Rum, Gin, Korn... various executives codenamed after alcoholic beverages.
"Boss, aren't you being too lenient with Vermouth? That woman said she had important intelligence, yet she hasn't even shown up," Gin said with a frown.
"This meeting is the Boss's decision. Are you questioning him?" Tequila retorted.
"Hmph, I'm just speaking the truth. If the Boss thinks I'm wrong, he is free to punish me."
"Gentlemen, since you're here, settle down. Whatever the matter is, wait until Vermouth arrives," Rum said, smoothing things over.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The sound of the cane tapping the floor rang out sharply.
The bickering instantly vanished.
Karasuma Renya looked around the room and spoke faintly.
"Vermouth discovered a method to master supernatural power, which is why she was in such a hurry. Just wait patiently."
As a massive underground syndicate, the Black Organization naturally knew more than ordinary people.
They were well aware that beneath the calm facade of daily life, many unexplained mysteries were hidden.
Otherwise, the Organization wouldn't have immortality as its ultimate goal.
At this moment, even Gin fell silent.
Woooo—!
A piercing alarm suddenly wailed through the base.
Closely following it were the sounds of explosions and gunfire.
"What's the situation?"
"Intruders?"
Everyone was startled. Rum was just about to contact the monitoring room when he realized the roaring explosions were getting closer and closer.
Vaguely, they could even hear miserable screams and wails echoing from the corridors.
BOOM!
The main gate, made of reinforced alloy capable of withstanding missile impacts, was blasted open with a deafening crash.
A thick smell of blood instantly filled the room.
Through the smoke, piles of corpses and scattered blood and gore came into plain view.
Tap... Tap... Tap...
Crisp footsteps approached from the smoke.
Under everyone's stunned gaze, Arlen walked in, flanked by the three women. He stepped over the corpses on the ground as casually as if he were taking a stroll in his own garden.
"Vermouth?"
"Sherry? You're not dead?"
"Is that... Miyano Akemi?"
The executives' reactions varied wildly.
How exactly did these three women come together?
And this man... who is he?
"Vermouth, what is the meaning of this?"
Karasuma Renya spoke in a low, dangerous voice. "Bringing an outsider here... and killing so many of our people. Even for you, this is unforgivable."
"Who cares about your forgiveness?"
Vermouth let out a cold laugh, shocking everyone in the room.
Rum and the other executives looked at each other in dismay.
Is the Vermouth in front of us an imposter?
How audacious is she?
Ignoring their gazes, Vermouth hugged Arlen's arm tightly and pointed a finger at Karasuma Renya. "Master, this old fossil is the leader of the Organization."
"Shall we kill them all?"
"What?!"
Before the group could recover from the shock of the invasion, they heard this even more shocking revelation.
They looked at Vermouth incredulously.
This witch... actually called this man "Master"?
And she was behaving so intimately with him?
It made them feel like they were stuck in a nightmare.
"If we kill them now, can you secure the Organization's funds?"
Arlen held her slender waist and asked in a low voice.
He was short on money. And this Organization undoubtedly fit his criteria for "robbing the rich to help the poor."
He couldn't let such a massive bag of money slip away.
"That is a bit of a problem."
Vermouth blinked, then pointed at Rum. "Let's spare his life for now."
"When the time comes, I am confident I can force him to transfer the wealth to Master."
"Vermouth... you've gone crazy."
Rum was dumbfounded, as if seeing this woman for the first time.
"Damn it! Take your hand off him!"
Calvados, ever the lovesick lapdog, couldn't bear the sight anymore and reached for his gun.
Arlen waved his hand casually.
Zip!
A beam of magic power pierced directly through Calvados' chest.
"How... how did he do that?"
Fear began to dawn on their faces.
They had only seen a flash of light, and Calvados was dead instantly.
Bang!
At the same time, Gin kicked the table over, drawing his gun and firing with inhuman speed.
"Your movements are quite neat."
Arlen merely flicked his finger.
Another beam of magic power blasted Gin.
SPLAT!
The Organization's strongest killer was reduced to a mist of blood and meat instantly. He was crushed like an ant.
"..."
The room fell silent.
Supernatural power.
This was absolutely supernatural power.
No one present was a fool; they realized exactly what they were facing.
But at this time, one person was not afraid. Instead, he was completely excited.
"Hahaha! It seems Vermouth didn't lie to me. This gentleman must be a person from that world."
Karasuma Renya sat upright in his chair, rubbing his cane with both hands, his eyes gleaming. "Actually, we can cooperate."
"If you kill me here, you will only get money."
"But if we cooperate, you will gain my power and influence. With your strength and my resources, we could overthrow this entire country."
As soon as these words came out, the other executives secretly admired him.
As expected of the Boss. To think of negotiation in such a situation.
"You talk too much nonsense."
Arlen shook his head.
"It seems there's nothing to talk about, then."
Karasuma Renya tapped the ground with his cane. "Don't think that only you have mastered supernatural power."
"Kill them for me, and I will offer you a hundred human sacrifices!"
"Deal."
Accompanying the gloomy voice, a figure with a ferocious face and a burly body emerged out of thin air.
"Hiss..."
Rum and the others sucked in a cold breath.
As ordinary humans, the gloomy aura of the monster made their blood run cold.
But very quickly, joy appeared on their faces.
The Boss actually hid such a trump card!
We are saved!
"A Cursed Spirit, huh..."
Arlen's eyes flashed slightly.
He had noticed this Cursed Spirit the moment he arrived.
He didn't expect it to have a contract with Karasuma Renya.
But it made sense.
After all, this was a fused world.
Karasuma Renya had lived for nearly a hundred years and held immense power. It wasn't surprising that he had come into contact with the supernatural.
"Gentleman, I'll give you one last chance."
Karasuma Renya smiled grimly. "Otherwise, once Lord Cursed Spirit eats you, it will be too late..."
BOOM!
Before he could finish, an explosion erupted from the ground. The Cursed Spirit, along with the floor it stood on, was instantly vaporized into ash.
Silence.
Karasuma Renya and the surviving executives stared with dull, empty expressions.
Their minds went blank; they could no longer process reality.
"A mere Grade 2 Cursed Spirit."
"And you dare to show it off in front of me?"
Arlen spoke calmly and snapped his fingers lightly.
Snap!
Chi! Chi! Chi!
Several beams of magic power shot out in all directions, blasting everyone in the room—except Rum—into piles of mangled flesh.
Plop!
Rum, his face pale as a sheet, fell to his knees.
Seeing this, Vermouth stepped forward, a cruel smile on her lips. She was ready to have a "good talk" with him.
She believed torture probably wouldn't even be necessary.
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