Novel Full Chapter 567 Violent - III
But Milo’s assignments were dreadfully dull. Playing the role of a demon to torment civilians, only for Milo to swoop in and gain their gratitude… It felt like child’s play.
The man couldn’t fathom why Milo enjoyed this game so much. Initially, he found some joy in tormenting the civilians, but he quickly grew bored.
Now, committing these acts of cruelty was merely to maintain his image.
Occasionally, he would secretly bestow small favors upon the civilians. The mix of fear and gratitude on their faces brought him a peculiar satisfaction.
Despite oppressing them to the point of suffocation, just a slight gesture of mercy would leave them speechless with gratitude. It was indeed amusing.
Black Crocodile gulped down half a bottle of liquor. He considered spitting some corrosive liquid again but decided against it.
He had seen enough of the workers’ agonized expressions and the terror it instilled in others. It was no longer entertaining. He even pondered if he should imitate Milo and try being a “good person.”
“I don’t understand why he enjoys it so much, but if he can play it for so long, it must be somewhat fun.”
The notorious oppressor of the lower town mused to himself, then irritably continued, “But Milo wouldn’t agree to me being a good person… What would he do?”
Black Crocodile stood up. “Ah, better let him assign someone else to this job. It’s no fun once you’re bored.”
His towering physique, nearly three meters tall, exuded a terrifying power that demanded respect from mortals. Even without his corrosive spit, just standing there, he could instill fear in the laborers below.
His extraordinary strength created an insurmountable chasm between him and the mortals desperately mining crystals.
Sometimes, Black Crocodile wondered why these people didn’t just run away.
But he never dwelled on it. Who had the luxury to ponder the thoughts of those who might not live to see the next sunrise?
“I’m going for Dream Island then… When the contests start, there’ll probably be lines. Better enjoy it early.”
Finding little amusement in tormenting mortals anymore, Black Crocodile sought the straightforward pleasures of a man.
Then, a dark crimson shadow abruptly materialized before him.
Yes, abruptly, without warning or any foreknowledge… A tall woman clad in a dark red robe appeared out of thin air right in front of him, so suddenly that Black Crocodile had no time to react.
“Third stage… the strongest around here,” Black Crocodile heard the woman mutter, followed by her saying, “Are you that Black… Black Bastard?”
Only then did Black Crocodile, snapping out of his stupor, instinctively respond, “Who are you?”
“Don’t answer a question with a question,” the woman replied, clearly displeased. “I asked you if you are that Black whatever!”
Her hostile demeanor made Black Crocodile grin, “Looks like you’re here to cause trouble, chick. Since I’m rather—”
Boom!
Half of Black Crocodile’s body was slammed into the ground, stones scattering, the earth rumbling.
A crimson-black beastly arm extended from behind Seraphina’s shoulder, its enormous, menacing claw gripping the monstrous Black Crocodile like a mere chick, slowly pulling him out of the ground.
“Look at you,” Seraphina, arms crossed, observed the bloodied and bewildered Black Crocodile, nodding.
“Even if you’re not that Black what what bastard, you’re certainly no good.”
She tilted her head slightly toward a stupefied attendant nearby, “Hey, is he Black… Crocodile?”
“…”
Seeing the guard’s silence, Seraphina frowned; another crimson-black beastly arm materialized from her left shoulder, clenching its claw in a silent, yet menacing inquiry.
“Yes, yes!”
The attendant, as if awakening from a dream, shouted, “He is Black Crocodile, he is Black Crocodile!”
“Oh, then I’ve got the right one.”
“Who are you—”
Boom!
The beastly claw gripping Black Crocodile slammed him into the ground once more, then pulled him out, and slammed him again, repeatedly, like a farmer tirelessly tilling the soil.
However, unlike the subtle sound of soil being plowed, the earth being forcibly cratered again and again was somewhat louder.
After about thirty or forty repetitions, Seraphina, still with arms crossed, had the beastly claw drag the barely recognizable, severely battered Black Crocodile in front of her.
She tilted her head slightly, “Still alive, aren’t you?”
Black Crocodile, barely breathing, seemed almost lifeless.
So, Seraphina lifted him high again, ready to slam him into the ground once more—
“Still… alive…”
Mr. Black Crocodile, squeezed by the beastly claw, managed to utter in an extremely weak voice.
“If you’re not dead, say so earlier,” Seraphina pouted. “It’d be troublesome if I accidentally killed you… Hey, you, got a telecrystal on you?”
“Over… there…”
Black Crocodile, barely able to speak, directed his gaze toward the attendant.
Seraphina’s gaze slowly followed.
The attendant, pale-faced, almost collapsed in fear. His legs shivering, he tremulously retrieved the telecrystal and handed it to Seraphina, shaking all over.
“Y-Your… crystal…”
“Don’t give it to me yet. Contact the highest-ranking person this guy can reach, now, immediately,” Seraphina drawled lazily.
Terrified, the attendant complied, contacting the person Seraphina indicated. During the wait, he had never felt time move so slowly.
“Yo, Crocodile? What’s the matter?”
Upon hearing the voice from the communication crystal, the attendant’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.
Seraphina cast a disdainful glance at the attendant, then used a crimson-black vortex to grab the crystal, bringing it to her lips:
“Crocodile… Hey! Speak —?”
“Listen, I don’t know who you are, nor do I care about your authority in this city,” the wolf said, half-closing her eyes, her nonchalant tone laced with a chilling ferocity.
“Now, your subordinate is done for, and whoever’s left—what, a pig butcher? Never mind, I’ll deal with them anyway. You just need to know one thing: send some competent extraordinary beings who care about normal people to manage things, and this ends here. If you keep sending trash like this—”
Seraphina casually squeezed Black Crocodile, eliciting a scream of agony from him.
She paused, then in a very calm voice continued, “I will sweep them out again. Finally, if you persist in not correcting your ways—”
Crack.
The girl placed the now cracked telecrystal to her lips and whispered, “I will come for you directly. I do prefer straightforward resolutions.”
Without waiting for a response from the other end of the telecrystal, she casually crushed it.
“Well… now it’s down to that guy.”
Miss Wolf stretched luxuriously, tilting her head to glance at the attendant, “Do you know the way? To find that But…cher.”
“I know! I know!”
The perceptive attendant, as if fearing Seraphina might devour him the next moment, nodded frantically, “I can take you to him!”
“Alright then, let’s set off. Aim to wrap this up within half an hour.”
With that, Seraphina nodded in satisfaction. She then walked to the edge, peering into the bottomless mine shaft.
The laborers all looked up at her, filthy, exhausted, aged, drained… various forms of suffering entwined them, sapping their life and worth.
Seraphina also noticed many miners lying there, motionless, their bodies marred with grotesque corrosive wounds that were nauseating to behold.
She slowly shifted her gaze from the laborers’ faces to Black Crocodile’s face.
“Do you know you deserve to die?” the girl asked.
But without waiting for Black Crocodile to answer, she shook her head and continued:
“Of course, you don’t know. That’s what makes this so perfect, you despicable beast.”
A violent yet radiant smile spread across the wolf-beast’s face:
“Knowing that you don’t even understand why you’re dying makes me happy enough to eat two more pancakes.”
Squish!
The hulking man in the crimson-black beastly claw was instantly crushed into a cloud of blood mist.
Black Crocodile truly didn’t understand why he was dying. He hadn’t even grasped his situation, thinking he was still dreaming.
His last thought before dying was—
This is damn not fun at all.
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