The God Virus

"Then, I'll be going back then, I'm kinda tired after jotting down techniques the entire day." Yawning again, Virus was impatient to withdraw to the inn now.

"Yes, boss. Leave everything else to this old man."

…

Leaving the shop, Virus returned to the inn at once.

When he entered the inn, what he witnessed was the profiles of Pira and his boy laughing together.

When Pira noticed Virus' arrival, her eyes went wide momentarily before a shade of red covered her cheeks.

Nevertheless, she greeted him respectfully, "You're back, Mr. Vee. Do you need anything in particular?"

"Thank you, and no, I'll be sleeping now, so please don't send any food or something else to my room." Uttering that, Virus had no desire to remain in her presence any longer and began strolling toward his own room. However, recalling Pira's earlier inappropriate behavior, a thought was exhibited in his mind.

Thus, turning toward Pira's son shortly, he engraved every detail of the boy and even locked his awareness on him while comparing the little boy to both Pira and the old owner of the Decent Inn. He was analyzing to determine whether the boy was the biological son of Pira and the old owner.

However, when the result of his analysis showed up next, contempt overwhelmed Virus' mind while he couldn't help but sneer at this woman called Pira.

Just now, the result of his analysis had determined that although the boy definitely belonged to Pira, the likelihood of him also being the biological son of the old guy was extremely slim.

'This whore has probably slept around with other customers before.'

Now, extremely disdainful toward Pira, Virus left to his chamber.

Disloyalty was one of the attributes that Virus disliked very much.

After getting onto his bed, not in the mood for anything else, Virus closed his eyes, promptly sinking into a deep sleep.

…

In the next three days, while Augustus was busy fulfilling the responsibility that had been imparted to him, the exhausted Archibald was occupied with the task of copying one book after another.

In fact, in these three days, having nothing else to do while taking care of his little brother, Luca had requested Archibald to bring some of the books over to him so he can copy them throughout the day while taking care of Luna.

He absolutely did not wish to be a burden to Virus since he had promised Virus he would not regret accepting them as his servants.

At the same time, his little brother, Luna, had also regained consciousness while he was gradually on his way to full recovery. Albeit, with no legs attached to his torso anymore, Luna was already bound to be a cripple for life.

And today, having nothing better to do, Virus was lying down on his bed while various contemplations were passing through his head.

'Ah, I wonder what my Lil Belle is doing right now? I hope the development of Virusia is progressing without hiccups.' As a matter of fact, thinking about the golden beauty and Virusia drew out an odd form of excitement and eagerness for the upcoming future.

'What about Amara…? I mean, I didn't even notify her that I was leaving, she must be going crazy trying to contact me, haha… well, whatever.' Honestly, imagining Amara going crazy on the other side only made Virus feel amused as he chuckled.

'Ah, messing with detective Lock was kinda fun… maybe I should do it again when I return.' Remembering detective Lock due to Amara as well, Virus itched to tease the detective further.

Having arrived at that line in his deliberation, a sudden knock on his door brought him out of his reverie.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Who is it?"

"It's me, boss." Augustus' voice came from the other side of the entrance.

Feeling bored, however, a grin crept over Virus' eyes as he inquired, "And who is 'me' exactly?"

"Boss, it's me." Came the same response, albeit seemingly a little lost this time.

"I know no 'me', go away!"

"Ah, it's Augustus, boss."

"Why didn't you say so from the beginning, come in!" Pretending to be absolutely serious, Virus mumbled, "What's with introducing yourself as 'me'?"

"I apologize, boss." Wearing a rigid and serious face, Augustus proclaimed.

That reaction, however, only made Virus feel bored again, "Ah, you're so dull, anyway, what's up?"

"I accomplished the task I've been handed with." Augustus passed over the news humbly.

"Oh? You've figured out his schedule? So quick?" Frankly, Augustus' efficiency came as a surprise to Virus since for a normal person the duration should've taken at least twice the time. 'Well, this old man keeps getting more mysterious, isn't he?'

"Yes." He confirmed.

"I'm all ears." Leaning back, Virus listened to him in a leisurely manner.

"Well, as you know, the target's name is Blaze Detox, aka the dreg or the drunkard." After a brief pause, he picked up the rest of his elaboration. "His father, Kin Detox, is the chief of the Deity faction. Blaze also has a genius brother called Mon Detox. Those are the basic information that's available to everyone."

"I see… and? What about his daily schedule?" Since that was the main information that Virus had requested in the first place, he skipped to it promptly.

Handing over a piece of paper to him, Augustus started elaborating without any ado, "As you can see specifically in this paper, it's like he doesn't want to stay in the Inner Ricando even for a single second and keeps leaving the area early in the morning. If he's not busy with anything noteworthy, he usually attends a variety of events throughout the city during the morning and the afternoon."

"But the emphasis of his schedule is that he visits a brothel in the Outer Ricando nearly every night, that's like a regular event for him, hmph." Clear contempt exuding from Augustus' eyes, he ended his sentence together with a harrumph.

"And when he's done, in case he hasn't fallen asleep due to his drunkenness, he returns to the Inner Ricando late at night." With a shake of his head, Augustus ended his report, "That is all."

"Hmm…" Observing the piece of paper that contained more detailed information in it, Virus sank into deep contemplation.

Still, that only lasted for a few seconds before he raised his head again and declared, "You did a wonderful job, Augustus."

"Thank you, sir. Is there anything else I can assist you with in this regard?" Politely asking for further instructions, Augustus maintained his humble appearance.

"No, you're done here. Instead, you can just go and help out with the shop from now on. Also, the inauguration event of our Cultivation Trust store is today, so Archibald will most likely appreciate extra hands." Recalling how busy Archibald was nowadays, he suggested Augustus join Archibald.

"I understand." Bowing respectfully, Augustus took his leave and retreated.

…

One hour later, standing in a corner of Outer Ricando in an unknown location, Virus simply observed a certain building without making himself stand out or seem suspicious.

Of course, since his face itself was too strikingly handsome to not stick out, he had to cover his face using a hoody he was wearing at the moment.

He casually sat in a corner and for the next three hours, did nothing but just watch his surroundings seemingly without any aim or purpose.

That was until the sky darkened and the silhouette of a mature man with Viking-gold hair and bristly eyebrows made an appearance.

The way he carried himself gave the newcomer a devil-may-care outlook while his defined cheekbones elevated his mature aura to another level.

He ambled with a tiger-like tread while his nomad-blue eyes twinkled in indifference.

Furthermore, his dishy quality, ritzy dress, and overall dashing profile implied that he should be adored by the fairer sex unless there was a particular reason that stopped them from doing so.

Nevertheless, watching the man walk in the direction of the brothel at sight, having already laid eyes upon his features back in the auction house, Virus knew his target had arrived.

'Here he comes.' Virus pondered without making any sudden movements or an abrupt change in his line of sight.

Keeping him under strict watch, Virus remained relaxed until Blaze was gone, having vanished into the brothel.

'Let's see how exactly you spend your time in there.'