Genius Warlock

Chapter 395

Chapter 395

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With a resounding crash, the sound of bones shattering echoed as Olivers quarterstaff struck the mouth of an adversary concealed in the basement.

Skin was torn, muscles were crushed, and teeth and jawbones shattered into fragments.

This outcome was not surprising, considering that the attack had even pulverized the butcher knife reinforced with black magic.

However, to everyones astonishment, the disciple of Human-meat Chef not only survived but displayed remarkable resilience.

In fact, he didnt collapse despite his lower face being completely destroyed. He clung onto the quarterstaff with both hands, showcasing extraordinary Life-force and regenerative abilities.

Grghgrl!!

From his ruined mouth, he commanded an attack, and the other warlocks draped in human skin cloaks charged at Oliver simultaneously.

[Grind]

Oliver chanted, and tiny blades sprouted from the black suit enveloping the quarterstaff, rapidly rotating.

Ziiiiing!

A dreadful, ear-splitting noise filled the air, and the face and hands of the Human-meat Chefs disciple, who had been holding the quarterstaff, were ground away.

!!

The shockingly horrific scene momentarily froze the other disciples of the Human-meat Chef, while Oliver continued grinding down his opponent, lowering his quarterstaff.

Ziiiiing!

With that grinding sound, blood and flesh sprayed in all directions, painting the entire basement red.

Witnessing this gruesome spectacle, the surrounding disciples of the Human-meat Chef stepped back in even greater horror. Meanwhile, the one who had been attacked attempted to regenerate his body with the unique healing power of their faction.

However, he eventually succumbed to the cumulative damage.

Thud.

The only remaining lower half of his body fell to the floor and writhed before, just like other disciples of Human-meat Chef Oliver had encountered before, bubbling and collapsing powerlessly like a wet tissue.

Every part of him, including bones and innards, had been ground up.

It appeared that being ground alive was indeed the weakness of the Human-meat Chef faction.

In light of this, the other disciples surrounding Oliver hesitated.

Oliver then made them an offer.

If you promise just to leave, I wont hold you.

It was an unexpected proposal that momentarily shook the disciples of the Human-meat Chef.

But their hesitation was short-lived.

Fools! If we fail to execute the masters command, were as good as dead anyway! Fight if you want to live!!

A warlock wielding a large French knife shouted, and his comrades, driven by a mixture of courage and fear, charged at Oliver.

It became evident that the rumors of the Human-meat Chef treating his disciples harshly were true.

Oliver confronted them with a quarterstaff in one hand and a blood-red twig in the other.

The battle proved to be shorter than anticipated.

***

No way This level of skill

The last remaining disciple of Human-meat Chef muttered in a voice filled with disbelief and shock.

Overwhelmed by the gruesome sight, he sat down on the floor, having lost both arms and one leg.

He concentrated his life force, attempting to regenerate the severed body parts with the unique healing power of the Human-meat Chef faction. However, the recovery was slow due to the chaotic wounds resembling those of a mixer-grinder. In the meantime, Oliver thrust the blood-red twig into his neck.

Gagging, the twig embedded in the opponents neck began to take root without command, absorbing all energy, including blood, life force, emotions, and mana.

It fed voraciously, causing the host to rapidly wither like a mummy, and soon after, his body began to disintegrate.

I cant believe this level of skill

The last disciple of the Human-meat Chef continued repeating the same phrase like a malfunctioning alarm clock until he crumbled, much like his predecessors.

It was an unexpectedly anticlimactic end. However, it wasnt due to any lack of skill on their part; quite the opposite, in fact. Their abilities were outstanding, possibly even surpassing those of the founder of the Fighter Crew, Cook, and the disciples of the Human-meat Chef who had raided the auction house.

These were the very individuals Oliver had faced in the past and struggled against. They appeared confident in their abilities, knowing they were formidable opponents. But it was clear that this was now in the past.

Somethings off

Oliver couldnt shake the feeling that something was off. His skills had undoubtedly improved compared to the past, thanks to his encounters with formidable individuals like Bathory, Shamus, Theodore, and others. Human-meat Chef must have been aware of this, especially since Gretel had met Oliver once in Lake Village.

But to have this kind of ending, with an ambush using Unnas house, felt oddly executed. There could have been more effective methods.

Instead of dwelling on the reasons behind this, Oliver decided to focus on the present. There was much to attend to.

First, Oliver glanced up at the basement ceiling, checking on Unna and her party above. Fortunately, they hadnt fled but stood there, accepting their fate.

Are you joking right now?

Im serious. As I said before, you are all remarkable. Despite being a family of warlocks, you all get along like true sisters Its very rare.

Olivers emotional tone, diverging so far from common sense, left Unnas group unsure of how to react. They almost wished he were feigning madness, as his words seemed so irrational.

So, Im also wondering. To avenge your mother, did you really join hands with another enemy, risking the lives of your sisters as well It doesnt seem like something you would do, Ms. Unna.

What makes you think you know so much about me?

I know that you treasure your sisters, Ms. Unna. Ive seen your actions and emotions. I dont think youre someone who would endanger those around you for something like this Am I wrong?

In response to Olivers innocent question, Unna, visibly uneasy, eventually revealed the truth.

We didnt call them.

Then, what happened?

..Human-meat Chef found us. I dont know how they knew we were in Landa, but they tracked us down using our scent.

The explanation about scent made sense. There were black magics that could enhance ones sense of smell, and Oliver himself had used such spells when he was with Kent. Narrowing down a search within a certain range wasnt implausible.

And they offered to help us. They said they could help us avenge our mother. We just had to assist.

Did you accept because of that reason?

Partly.

May I ask what the other reasons were?

To live. They said theyd kill all of us if we refused.

Unna spoke with a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. One could somewhat understand the mindset that led her to accept their offer, given her lack of means to protect herself and her sisters.

It might sound like an excuse, but the weak cant do much else.

Her words carried sincerity.

Were very weak right now, with enemies on both sides. You and Human-meat Chef. And you could kill us whenever you wanted. So, theres not much we can do. To avoid dying, we let ourselves be used by one enemy to kill another.

It sounded harsh to Oliver and eerily familiar.

A similar narrative from the past resurfaced in his memory.

Ah.

Oliver realized the dj vu had a basis in reality. He had heard a similar story before, in the tale of Forrest and Kent.

During the redevelopment boom, one had amassed wealth but lost their family, while the other had lost a partner and their sense of morality.

Forests words echoed in his mind.

-Its because Im weak. When youre weak, youre susceptible to temptation No, its just an excuse. Im just a bastard

While Oliver was reflecting on that event, Unna posed a question.

But even so, we broke our promise. What will you do with us now?

Im not sure.

I know its brazen to ask but could you please just let me take the fall?

The other sisters began to object to Unnas words, but she raised her hand to silence them.

It wasnt a calculated act but a genuine expression of sincerity. She was prepared for the consequences.

Hmm May I ask you one thing?

What is it?

If I let this go and release you, what do you plan to do going forward? I saw the machine in the basement. The one for making the Blood Elixir . When I saw it, it seemed like you had some plan of your own to avoid your enemies, me and Mr. Human-meat Chef-

-Thats impossible. Absolutely not.

A third voice suddenly interrupted Oliver and Unnas conversation.

It was a captivating, soft baritone voice, akin to that of a radio drama actor.

Oliver instinctively turned his gaze toward the source of the voice in the basement.

To his surprise, in the basement, the flesh of the Human-meat Chefs disciples had melded together like clay, forming a massive mass of flesh with a mouth.

In a surreal moment that resembled a bizarre symphony, Unna whispered:

Human-meat Chef

(To be Continued)

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