Blood Nemesis

A few minutes later, a slim man wearing a business suit similar to Kumara’s walked into the room, carrying a huge tub of ice cream. The man had an A rank pin attached to his lapel.

The slim man entered the tent, nodded at everyone except Oliver and extended the tub of icecream to Kumara.

The kind elderly smile returned to Kumara’s face, showing the wrinkled skin on his face. Then he promptly said,

"Vincent, the ice cream is for that young man."

Vincent, the newly appeared Hero, squinted his eyes and frowned.

’Him?’

The beggarly appearance of Oliver and the horrid stench he was releasing into the enclosed area forced him to question whether what he heard was right. Although he doesn’t generally judge a person by his appearance, it was a perplexing situation he found himself in.

"This boy?" He asked doubtfully.

"Yes."

After a slight hesitation, he extended the tub of ice cream to Oliver. At the same time, his curiosity was piqued.

"Who is this young man?"

He asked after Oliver took the tub and found a spot to sit.

"The golden one we saw on the video," Kumara answered.

"Him?"

Disbelief was palpable for a second.

"Yes."

"Huh!"

Oliver looked different from his golden, shiny appearance he had seen on the video feed.

While Vincent, the assistant of Kumara, talked, Oliver took the tub of ice cream and voraciously devoured its contents. The sweet, creamy ice cream was fig-flavoured, one of his favourites. He relished each spoonful of ice cream, almost moaning in joy.

Achara looked at his perverted expression while rubbing her forehead. She couldn’t grasp what the nasty head of his was thinking.

Meanwhile, Kumara walked a few steps and sat next to Oliver and asked.

"Ah! Oliver. I almost forgot it. We also want to know where you received the information about Cerulean Cobras."

Oliver rolled his eyes and thought.

’From where? Obviously from my head.’

His head was the classified source. And who classified it? Obviously, he, himself.

However, he couldn’t say that to the kind old man.

’So, what excuse should I make? No one had seen a Cerulean Cobra yet. No one has any data on them. So, there would be no classified document or a paper trail.’

’Did I mess up?’

’Ah! Oh god of bluffers, please bless me.’ He prayed and answered shortly after with a serious expression.

"I can’t say it. And if I say it, I would have to kill you."

Oliver’s forehead showed a frown as if he was seriously considering something.

"Ha ha ha..."

Meanwhile, Kumara laughed.

"Jokes aside, where did you really see it? I just want to know if you have more information about mana beasts." He pressed on.

"It was not a joke."

Oliver’s reply sent the room into a suffocating silence. Soon, Oliver realised there was more to the kind old man, Kumara. After all, the suffocating aura was predominantly coming from him.

Finally, the Thunder Emperor had to step in to ease the tension.

"Maybe he really has a reason why he can’t say it. Sharing classified information is a crime. Getting and reading a classified document is also a crime. It’s better if he doesn’t speak about it anymore." He said.

Hearing him, Kumara controlled his aura and gave an embarrassed smile.

"Sorry about that. I was thinking about the lives we could save if we had information like that. I overreacted. I apologise."

The old man stood up and bowed to Oliver.

That took Oliver by surprise. He had never had a powerful person bow to him...unless he forced them.

Second life was all filled with new and exciting experiences.

’I kinda like this old man.’ Oliver’s opinion of the person rose.

He could see that Kumara meant it when he apologized.

"No worries. If I get my hands on any new information, I will certainly send it to you." Oliver said while placing the ice cream tub on the table. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Not stuffing his mouth while speaking was his twisted way of giving respect. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the tact to understand it was the bare minimum. Living a life with villains had indeed twisted him a little.

Once their conversation ended, they began the wait for Fist King. The damned person was still within the gate, doing who knows what.

Although everyone knew he was fighting for his life inside, none of them suggested entering it to help. Everyone knew it was the worst decision they could make.

The gate was glowing brightly for now. But it was still an unstable one, especially because it was artificially created. You can’t really predict when it will close. If you entered without thinking, the gate could close behind them, leaving them no way to return.

It didn’t matter if you were a S ranker or an A ranker; anyone who fell into a gate without proper preparation would find themselves at death’s door.

Second Earth presented a vast and perilous landscape, with ninety-nine percent remaining unexplored. Beyond the few established permanent gates that offered glimpses into its enigmatic depths, humanity possessed little understanding of its true scale and diversity. The sole reason for dubbing this extraordinary world "Second Earth" lay in the uncanny synchronization of its moon with Earth’s own celestial companion. Otherwise, a name like "Dangerous Alien Planet" would have been far more fitting.

To be trapped there without any way out and survive was impossible. And if you think you can find the permanent gate and return, think again.

Even after decades of exploration and kilometres of area cleared and mapped, no two paths between permanent gates were found. Thus, it spoke volumes about the scale of the entire planet. Thinking they could return from a dangerous place like that without a map or GPS was nothing short of stupidity.

So, no one dared to even suggest going through the gate.

If Fist King died, so be it.

You can’t possibly sacrifice more people to save him, right?

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About an hour later, the gate flickered again.