Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

The dungeon reeked of blood and flesh. Inside this dimly lit room, the Rank 1 Magi of the Flynn Family stood with their backs facing the walls, their expressions grim and menacing.

On the other side of the dungeon, six people were hung from their wrists with chains. Their bodies were littered with varying degrees of wounds, each one ghastlier than the last.

The door to the dungeon suddenly creaked open, and Adam and Elysande made their way in.

"We greet the Young Lady!"

"We greet Lord Constantine!"

The Magi stationed inside the dungeon got on one knee and respectfully welcomed the pair. The salutations they gave Adam were in no way any different than the way they addressed Elysande.

Having fought alongside the young man for several years now, the Magi of the Flynn Family had come to deeply admire him.

In the world of Magi strength was respected by all.

Adam, despite being a Mana Liquefaction Magus, had displayed profound strength that transcended his rank.

This was something that even the patriarch of the family, Brigham Flynn, respected.

Adam walked toward the six men hanging from the chains by the wall. His expression was indifferent, his eyes devoid of any ripple of emotion.

"So these are the men you caught in the city?" He asked as he took a sip from the large gourd.

Elysande nodded. "Yes, these rats had been loitering around the Corvid Quarter. My men have tortured them for seven days straight."

"What about their food and sleep?" Adam asked casually.

"As you had instructed, we haven't given them anything to eat or drink. We've also prevented them from getting any sleep," said the woman.

"Hmm, good." Adam put away the gourd inside his earring. Then, he willed the white lotus to clear the fog of intoxication clouding his mind, causing him to instantly sober up.

Next, he waved his hand and conjured a small wooden table from his storage earring. With another wave of his hand, all sorts of torture items-strange orbs, shackles, needles, crystals, mirrors, whips, etc.

When the Magi present saw Adam take these items out, they couldn't help but involuntarily shudder.

They had seen him perform inhuman torture techniques on the prisoners in the past. But no matter how many times they saw it, they still couldn't get used to it.

Along with respect and admiration, they had even begun feeling immense fear towards this raven-haired young man.

"Alright, let's begin," said Adam as he rolled his sleeves all the way up to his elbows.

He first dipped a set of ten long needles into a small vat of purple-colored liquid. This was a type of poison that he had concocted. Its main use was to enhance the pain receptors in a human, making them very sensitive to pain.

Adam waved a simple hand gesture and cast fourteen Magus Hands. Ten of them gently lifted the needles, while the rest tightly grabbed the limbs of the prisoner.

"Gaahhh!!" The Magus from the Umbra Thieves roared in defiance.

He glared at Adam and spat through gritted teeth, "I will die before I divulge anything about

"Be quiet," Adam said coldly.

With the prisoner's hands and legs tightly restrained by the spell, the ten poison-dipped needles flashed with an ominous light and pierced his fingernails and toenails.

"AHHHHHH!!" The prisoner screamed in anguish.

The needles dug further inside his toes and fingers, rapidly releasing the poison inside his system. Purple veins crept up his limbs, spreading to every inch of his body.

Adam waited for a few moments, indifferently looking at the man writhing in excruciating pain and agony.

After confirming that the poison had started taking effect, he asked with a cold smile, "So tell me, which division do you belong to?"

The man glared with hatred and fury, "Go fu-"

CRACK!

"Ahhhhh!!" The man screamed in pain.

Adam had just snapped one of his fingers in half. He looked at the man and said with the same smile, "For every wrong answer, I will break a finger. After that, I will break your toes. Then your kneecaps and elbows. Followed by the ribs. Then your teeth..."

When the Magi of the Flynn Family saw Adam speak those words with an amiable smile on his face, they couldn't help but begin to think that the young man was actually the incarnation of a devil!

Their backs were drenched in cold sweat, however, none of them interrupted Adam. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

As the cracking of bones continued to echo in the dungeon, the prisoner was slowly getting closer to his death.

Because of the poison, he was feeling countless times more pain than he usually would have.

After having broken all the fingers and toes, Adam realized that the prisoner was reaching the limit. The man's brain was highly vulnerable at the moment as it sustained the increased pain signals in the nervous system.

Despite that, the man continued to speak in a daze, his mind slipping in and out of

consciousness, "Never... I will die... before I say... a word..."

Adam chuckled lightly, "They all said the same thing."

The next moment, his eyes turned cold and a vicious glint flashed in them. "That was until I thoroughly broke them mentally, and extracted everything I wanted to know."

"Never..." the man continued to say the same thing.

Adam lifted the man's chin and whispered in a bewitching tone, "Look into my eyes."

The man subconsciously made eye contact with Adam. All he saw was a pair of white lotuses ingrained in his black pupils, causing his mind to turn adrift.

Rank 2 Spell: Psychic Thrust!

The next moment, the man began to profusely bleed from his facial orifices. Adam's spell had thrust a spear of psychic disruption directly into his mind.

He didn't give the man a moment of respite as the very next second, he grabbed the top of his head, digging his fingers straight through the thick skull.

"Tell me," Adam coldly stated as the white lotuses in his eyes turned brighter. "Which

division do you belong to?"

The man's eyes rolled over and he answered in an almost mechanical manner, "Shadow...

Division..."

"Where is your base?" Adam asked again.

"Silver... holde..." said the man with great difficulty.

"How many of you are there?"

"Aghh.. I..." The man was about to answer when suddenly he turned limp.

Adam removed his hand and took a step back, shaking his head in disappointment. "He's

dead."

He then looked at the Magi standing behind him and asked, "I hope one of you is taking down notes. I'm about to extract more answers from the rest of the thieves alive."

"Y-Yes, sir!" One of the Magi nervously nodded.

Adam continued to torture the rest of the prisoners and extract answers from them. This is what he had been doing every time these people were caught alive.

Once these assassins were immobilized and deprived of the poison that they hid inside their mouth to commit suicide, it was fairly simple for Adam to get answers out of them. This was how he was able to find several secret bases of Umbra Thieves in the past few years.

However, even after hunting down so many of them and raiding numerous of their bases, he still wasn't able to find the organization's headquarters.

But Adam had a feeling that it wouldn't be long till he found the higher-ups of this

organization.

Or rather, it wouldn't be long until they came looking for him!

After all, he and the Flynn Family had dealt the Umbra Thieves a severe blow in the past few

years.

By sunset, Adam had finished getting everything he wanted from the prisoners. Needless to say, they had all died as a result.

As Adam sanitized his hands in a bucket of blue liquid, he looked at Elysande and asked, "So

what are your plans?"

Elysande thought for a moment before replying, "I'll take a team of Magi and go to

Silverhorde. Will you be joining?"

"I'll sit this one out." Adam shook his head. "Silverhorde is close by, so make sure to bring as

many live prisoners as you can. I'm sure someone would know something about their

headquarters."

He paused for a moment before mischievously smirking, "And even if one of their higher-

ups shows up, we've already prepared the trap."

"Indeed." Elysande nodded expressionlessly.

"Alright then." Adam got to his feet and walked out of the dungeon. "Write to me if anything

comes up."

...

Uptown Quarter.

After leaving the Flynn Manor, Adam leisurely strolled to the other side of this affluent district. He arrived in front of a two-storied manor that had a sprawling courtyard.

Standing in front of the gated entrance to this property, the young man couldn't help but

faintly smile. "Who would have thought?"

The following moment, the gates slowly opened and a middle-aged man with premature gray

hair and dark brown eyes stepped out.

He wore a butler's uniform and looked very sharp and tidy.

The man's gaze landed on Adam and he spoke in a warm and joyful tone.

"Welcome home, my lord!"