Chapter 49 - Intruder
Chapter 49 - Intruder
As night covered Dwight's dorm in darkness, a shadowy figure slipped into the room, moving with stealth and precision.
This strong intruder had one mission: to find Tessa.
He, Prince Vincent's loyal butler, felt an unsettling premonition as he entered the room, a nagging feeling that something was wrong.
However, he brushed off this unease, thinking it absurd to be threatened by a mere young master like Dwight, especially with a guardian diligently watching over him as he could escape easily.
The butler began his search, checking each room in the dorm.
His keen eyes soon found Dwight, sleeping peacefully with a small bird in his bed.
'Tsk, he is truly a lazy young master.'
A quick scan showed Tessa was nowhere to be found.
"Where is she?"
Puzzled but undeterred, he searched every nook and cranny, determined to find her.
Unexpectedly, a voice pierced the silence, startling the butler.
"Hey, are you looking for Tessa? By the way, she's not here, but I didn't expect an old man like you to take an interest in my maid, hehe."
The butler turned to find Dwight beside him, casually placing a hand on his shoulder as if they were equals.
Bewildered by Dwight's sudden appearance, the butler's instincts screamed danger, but he couldn't figure out how Dwight had moved so silently.
He was sleeping a while ago and then he was now standing beside him.
Boom!
Before he could react, a deafening explosion resonated through the room as the butler swiftly punched Dwight's face.
In an instant, he dashed toward the exit, propelled by adrenaline.
"Shit!"
His escape was marked by a blur of movement and beads of sweat forming on his trembling body.
'Fuck. I must escape.'
Outside, he heaved a sigh of relief, glad that Dwight had not pursued him.
The butler felt as if he had narrowly escaped hell, an experience that shook him to his core, unlike any threat he had ever faced.
"I must report this to Young Master; Dwight is not as ordinary as he seems," he muttered, resolving to inform Vincent of the strange encounter.
Just as he prepared to leave, Dwight suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes filled with amusement.
"Hehe, the old man is surprisingly fast for his age, huh? But wait, why is your face so ugly? Did your mother resemble a gorilla?"
Dwight's taunting words ignited fierce anger within the butler, but his astonishment grew as he realized he had delivered a devastating blow to Dwight, yet the young master appeared unscathed, with no tear in his clothing.
"Who are you?" the butler demanded, his suspicions deepening.
Dwight found him funny, "Wow, not only are you ugly, but you also appear to be blind. Can't you see my handsome face? Who else in the world has such exquisite features?"
Dwight's laughter echoed, but the butler remained composed.
Without warning, he vanished and reappeared behind Dwight, dagger in hand, ready to strike.
"Die!" he hissed, preparing to kill.
In the blink of an eye, Dwight's superior reflexes came into play.
With a resonating boom, the butler's dagger stopped inches from its target, halted by an invisible force that baffled him.
"What?" the butler exclaimed in shock, his face full of disbelief.
"Hehe, do you really think an eight-star practitioner can harm a god? When did mortals become so bold?"
Out of nowhere, Dwight's eyes began to emit an eerie, black light, enveloping the old man before him.
"Let me show you what the hell looks like."
Panic surged through the old man's veins, and he cried out in agony.
"Arghh, what is happening?" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear.
"No!" he pleaded, desperation in his words.
"Please, don't!"
The old man's voice quivered as he begged for mercy.
"Forgive me, young master," he whimpered. "I was only following Prince Vincent's orders."
In that desperate moment, the old man turned his gaze toward Dwight, and a wave of excruciating torment washed over him.
It felt like he had been thrust into the depths of hell, his very soul burning for an eternity.
The old man's experience when he locked eyes with Dwight was nothing short of a nightmarish descent into unrelenting torment and horror.
After their gazes met, an overwhelming wave of dread washed over him, sending shivers down his spine and chilling his very soul.
First, there was an intense burning sensation, as if his eyes were being seared by an otherworldly fire.
The pain was excruciating, like molten lava coursing through his veins, scorching everything in its path.
He tried to scream, but his voice escaped him, lost in the overwhelming agony that engulfed him.
Time itself seemed to warp and distort.
Though only a fraction of a second had passed in the world outside, it felt like an eternity within the unending nightmare of Dwight's eyes.
The old man's perception of time fractured, and he was trapped in a ceaseless cycle of pain, with every moment stretching into an infinity of suffering.
His very existence seemed to unravel, and he could feel his soul being torn apart, as if it were being devoured by an insatiable darkness.
He gasped for breath, but the air felt thick and suffocating, as though he were drowning in a sea of despair.
It was a pain that transcended the physical, delving deep into psychological torment.
The horror he felt was beyond words, an indescribable terror that threatened to consume him entirely.
This was the harrowing punishment for daring to lock eyes with a deity, and Dwight intentionally subjected him to this excruciating pain.
"Tsk, Vincent, is it?"
Dwight muttered through clenched teeth.
"Then eliminate him for me."
Suddenly, the old man's eyes lost all vitality. It was as if he had surrendered control of his body and soul to an invisible force.
With unwavering determination, he rose to his feet and dashed toward the Lightning Clan, obediently following Dwight's command.
"Hehe, what a mess,"
Dwight scoffed; his initial shock was now replaced by indifference.
''Dare to harm my Tessa? then you should die.
"Disturbing my peaceful slumber like this."
With that, Dwight turned away from the bizarre situation.
He didn't know who Vincent was but was too lazy to bother with an ant.
If it was before, he would hunt that man and kill him, not letting him reincarnate.
...….........
In the heart of the renowned Lightning Empire, a shocking commotion erupted, jolting the entire realm from its slumber.
The once peaceful night was torn apart by an act of treacherous betrayal.
It was an evening like no other, destined to be etched in the annals of history.
Amidst the grandeur of the empire, where power and prestige ruled, one of the prince's trusted butlers had chosen the path of darkness.
In a daring attempt to kill Prince Vincent, he had succeeded in inflicting a serious wound on the young royal.
However, it was not to be Vincent's end, for he had a secret treasure, a safeguard passed down through generations, and it had chosen this critical moment to appear, saving the prince from death.
The palace guards and the other guardians, their senses suddenly sharpened by the imminent threat, quickly understood the seriousness of the situation.
Panic spread like wildfire, and chaos reigned as they rallied to stop the traitorous butler.
Boom!
The sound of a powerful punch echoed through the hallways, sending shockwaves of dread through the hearts of the onlookers.
Two individuals of seven-star prowess lay lifeless, their brave attempts to stop the butler's rampage cruelly cut short.
Undeterred by the deaths he had caused, the butler remained resolute, his eyes ablaze with a crazy determination to complete his evil mission.
"Bastard," he spat out, his voice dripping with venom as he continued his relentless attack.
Boom!
Another earth-shattering impact echoed through the palace, shattering the very foundations of the magnificent structure.
The sheer force of the blow destroyed the surrounding infrastructure, reducing it to rubble.
The casualties mounted as the shockwave claimed the lives of many brave soldiers caught in the crossfire.
Amidst the chaos and destruction, the old butler coughed up blood, but his eyes remained vacant, devoid of humanity.
His mind had been utterly corrupted, consumed by a singular, evil purpose—to bring about the death of Prince Vincent at any cost.
Amidst the turmoil, a figure of unparalleled authority and power appeared, stepping forward from the shadows.
It was none other than the emperor himself, a legendary figure whose might was whispered of in hushed tones throughout the empire.
A power that went beyond the limits of mortal understanding, the emperor stood as a towering giant.
His status as a nine-star individual placed him at the top of strength in the known world.
"What has become of you?" the emperor demanded, his voice full of regal authority.
"Why have you chosen this path of rebellion?"
The old butler, his gaze fixed on his elusive target, offered no response.
The weight of his failure bore heavily upon him, and he had resigned himself to a fate of either victory or annihilation.
Fueled by an unwavering resolve, the emperor sought to calm the storm of chaos in the old butler's heart.
"Kneel."
With a mere gesture, he invoked the full extent of his awe-inspiring power, overwhelming the traitorous servant and bringing him to his knees.
Yet, the old butler's crazy zeal could not be easily extinguished.
He refused to give up, clinging to his dark purpose with every fiber of his being.
"Die."
With a final, desperate act of defiance, he triggered a devastating self-destruct mechanism.
"Shit, move!" the emperor roared, but time seemed to slow as he realized the grim reality.
The explosion was imminent, and he was perilously close to the epicenter.
Boom!
A colossal explosion tore through the air, as a massive mushroom cloud billowed forth, engulfing the heart of the Lightning Empire in a fiery disaster.
The destructive force of the blast knew no bounds, indiscriminately consuming everything in its path.
The palace, once a symbol of power and grandeur, was reduced to ruins, its splendor turned to ashes.
Countless lives were snuffed out in an instant, and the empire itself trembled in the face of such unimaginable devastation.
The world outside looked on in disbelief as the very heart of the empire was scarred by the catastrophic event.