“Kill that man!!”

“Unforgivable!”

The enraged members of Rainbow Roses aimed their weapons at him all together in an act of vengeance, but the man before them wanted to advise them that their actions were very rash, knowing their rage had clouded their judgment.

Meanwhile, the auction guards and his henchmen were facing the battle with clear heads despite the death of their comrades. Their discipline and coordination pushed the intruders back so hard that they even forced the furious Dark Elf, Alamak, to momentarily lose sight of her target.

“Blockade the exit!”

“Provide cover for Sir Lance!”

“Hurry with assisting the flank!”

As the guards and henchmen pressed their attack, the women of Rainbow Roses, blinded by their grief over their fallen comrades, exposed too many vulnerabilities.

One by one, they began to fall and crumbled like dominoes.

“No…!”

Slicing another guard into two, Alamak witnessed the miserable end of her sisters who fell down like dry straw.

“Sisters!!”

Her members were lessening at every passing moment, and her state of mind worsened the more it went on. She went on a wild rampage alongside the Elementals like a crazy bitch souped up on chemicals.

But even in her frenzy, she was strong.

Were it not for the wall of men standing in her way, she would have cut down the man with the hat and magic flintlock, avenging her fallen comrades, whom she considered her family.

“JD LAAAAAAAAAANCE!!”

The Dark Elf’s scream of pure rage shook the entire building, and an overwhelming bloodlust erupted from her, which caused everyone to freeze in place as the air around them grew unnaturally cold.

Shing! Spurt!

With a single, devastating swing of her saber, dozens of auction guards and Lance's henchmen were cleaved in half, and a horrendous amount of their blood splattered across the room like a grotesque rain.

But amid the carnage, one man stood untouched, and was the one she most desired to kill.

“Forget fame and representation, I AM GOING TO WIPE YOU OUT FROM THE FACE OF THE WORLD!”

Lance smirked, unbothered by the intense bloodlust directing against him. “Finally decided to get serious, huh? After I finish killing these bitches and fags like dogs right right in front of your eyes?”

An orange aura, streaked with black threads, expanded around his body. In response, a pink hue radiated from Alamak, crackling with raw power.

As the mana on both of them soared, the atmosphere inside of the room became tense, filling the space with an oppressive energy.

Intense bloodlust enveloped the room and murderous intent thickened the air as the two glared at each other.

“Any last words before I erase your miserable existence?” Alamak hissed in a cold and lethal voice.

Lance chuckled. “Yeah, sure.”

After saying this, he closed his eyes briefly and exhaled a long breath. When they snapped open, the orange aura surrounding him flared with terrifying intensity.

“Let’s dance.”

Alamak’s sharp gaze locked onto Lance’s hand, anticipating his next move. Just as he began to raise his Magic Flintlock, she had already made her move.

Her feet barely grazed the ground as her body shot forward like a bolt of lightning.

Bang!

The magic bullet burst out of the barrel. But this time, instead of hitting its mark, the sharp clang of metal echoed through the room as Alamak had sliced the bullet clean in two.

“Don’t you dare kill me with such a coward’s weapon!”

With a wave of her hands, the saber in Alamak’s hands carried a ferocious force as it slashed vertically towards Lance’s front. The sheer pressure coming from the attack sent ripples through the air, causing their clothes to flutter in its wake.

Sensing the incoming attack, Lance’s brows twitched slightly. His eyes, now cold and indifferent, gazed at the incoming blade with unprecedented calmness.

Then, to Alamak’s surprise, Lance tossed his Magic Artifact into the air, ignoring the flintlock entirely, and raised his hands to meet her blade.

With his eyes tracing the movements of the weapon that was nearing him, his hands began to glow faintly.

With fluid precision, he stepped back, while his right hand touched the blade.

In a graceful 'S' motion, his fingers danced along the saber’s edge, diverting the attack as if it were a mere formality.

Bang!

“What!?”

To Alamak’s shock, she watched in disbelief as her saber was guided effortlessly by Lance’s hand movement, redirecting her powerful strike toward the ground.

"Not so cowardly now, is it?" Lance remarked with a calm smile, catching his weapon as it dropped back into his hand with perfect timing.

Bang!

Taking advantage of the opening he created, Lance raised his gun in the air and a sound of gunfire rang out.

Quickly recovering from the shock, Alamak wrenched her saber off the ground as her feet pressed onto the floor. Her body quickly shot back and raised her weapon just in time before a metallic clash rang out as she narrowly deflected the magic bullet, dodging its destructive power.

"Haaa... haaaa..." she muttered with heavy breathes as her eyes narrowed at Lance with unprecedented seriousness.

'Damn it!'

From the short exchange she just had with this man, she knew that in terms of speed, Lance was faster. His raw power aside, he also possessed powerful Magic Artifacts and extraordinary Martial Art skills, like the one he had just demonstrated.

But Alamak wasn’t one to give up. She had survived countless battles before, many against seemingly unbeatable foes.

In any fight, all it took was a single moment, one moment to decide the end of the battle. And that was what she was waiting for. That one moment.

Glaring at Lance from across the room, she steeled herself.

It was time to go all out.

‘Let's see what happens when I increase my speed.’

Slashing down, she once again shot explosively forward. This time around, the speed appeared to have instantly become many times higher than what it was earlier as her figure became a blur.

In a second, she had already arrived before Lance.

Glaring into his eyes, she brought her saber down with lethal intent.

In an instant, Lance pulled something from his Spatial Ring, which was a massive Adamantite shield, and he thrust it in front of him.

Boom!

Upon making contact with the shield crafted from the strongest metal in the Third Civilization Zone, the saber broke them into pieces, sending shockwaves through the auction room.

Despite its destruction, the shield had served its purpose as it absorbed the brunt of her strike. By intercepting the saber mid-swing rather than at full force, Lance was able to reduce the amount of force the shield was subjected to upon making contact with the attack.

With a quick tap of his foot, Lance leapt backward and created a distance between himself and the enraged Dark Elf.

"No, you don't!"

With the saber in one hand, she chased after Lance. Fully knowing just how dangerous and powerful her opponent is, Alamah knew that she couldn't give him even a second to breathe.

If she gave him time to breathe, she was as good as done for.

WHEEIN! WHEEIN! WHEEIN!



With each passing second, her attacks became more and more vicious. The pink aura that resonated from her weapon thickened and enveloped her whole body.

“Haaa!” Alamah roared out loud. The pink energy that was revolving around her body disappeared and suddenly agglomerated at the tip of her saber. In a flash, it shot forward faster than the bullet itself as it went straight toward Lance.

Unable to react to Alamah’s sudden burst in power, the attack smashed solidly on Lance. The only thing he could do was block it with another Adamantite shield in front of him and braced himself for the impact.

Bang!

“Fuck!”

Even with the shield cushioning some of the force, the force of the impact caused Lance to fly across the room and firmly smash against the wall. His breath left him in a painful gasp, and for a few agonizing seconds, he couldn’t breathe.

“Huuu...”

“Huuu…” Alamak exhaled slowly as her eyes were fixed on Lance as he struggled to recover. But, she didn’t move to continue the attack.

It wasn't that she didn't want to, it was because she couldn't.

There was one major flaw with Alamak’s current strategy. It was that it heavily consumed her stamina. That last attack, in particular, had drained her reserves significantly.

Even though she was trying her best to mask it, she was slowly running out of stamina. If she continued to attack now, the chances of her opponent exploiting her exhaustion increased. She preferred to play it safe, and she couldn’t afford that. Thus, she preferred to play it safe, held her ground, and watched for any sign of weakness from her opponent.

Gulp!

Taking out a couple of potions and downed them in quick succession. Slowly, she felt her stamina and mana beginning to recover.

‘I should be in a better state than him.’ she thought as she wiped the side of her lips.

Her opponent had already expended a considerable amount of energy, using major techniques to beat all of her companions. Not to mention, he had killed her Magic Beast as well.

Alamak estimated that Lance was nearing exhaustion, and his mana reserves were dangerously low. If she could keep replenishing her strength with potions while denying him the chance to recover, victory was within her grasp.

“Ugh…”

She watched as Lance stood up across the room, brushing off the dust. Apart from his torn clothes, he appeared largely unscathed.

Alamak frowned, as her sharp eyes caught the same calm smile playing on his lips.

“You have really surprised me,” she said. “No wonder you’re the infamous Jason David Lance, the man who steals from the powerful and slips away untouched. Not even Transcendent Tier 2 beings could lay a hand on you. No adventurer, no mercenary, no man has ever caught you.”

“However…” She continued as her tone shifted with a hint of pride in her voice. “They say no ‘man’ can capture or kill you, JD Lance. That's because you don't send a man to do a WOMAN’S job!”

As she spoke those words, the medical effects of the potions were starting to kick in. The pink aura around her body stabilized and even thickened, growing more intense by the second.

“...”

Listening to Alamak Sirrah's declaration, Lance did not reply. He merely rolled his eyes and glanced at her. As he sensed the slowly soaring pink-colored energy within the dark elf’s body, he quickly got into a stance, sensing that the real fight was about to begin.

“That's enough speaking from me. It's about time to end this.”

Slowly raising her hand, the pink glow enveloping her saber became increasingly dense and swirling violently around her, while her eyes never left him.

“Killing you will set me free from the binds of revenge that have chained me up at this moment. Your death will be the start of my rebirth.”

Listening to her words, Lance’s face twisted in slight annoyance. Almost as though he was cringing.

“I killed your little friends not long ago, and now you’re ‘this’ dramatic about revenge?” He sneered. “This isn’t one of those cheesy revenge against men stories you women love to read and cry over.”

Unbothered by this, Alamak raised her saber, anf the energy crackled around her weapon with deadly intensity.

“Let's finally settle this!”

As her voice slowly fell, the clothes on her body alongside her long brown hair on her head suddenly fluttered wildly despite the lack of wind.

A dark, oppressive pressure gradually rose from within her body, growing stronger by the second. The extent of the strength increase presented by her caused Lance, who had maintained a calm expression, now frowned with unprecedented seriousness clouded his face.

Suddenly, the saber in Alamah trembled and a high-pitched ring echoed through the room. Following the ringing, the pink aura revolving around the blade flared violently and intensified to a nearly blinding degree.

Alamak lifted her head with determination etched across her face. With a gentle press of her feet against the ground, her body became a streak of light as she launched herself toward Lance and took the initiative once more.

Her strategy was the same as before, strike first before Lance could have enough time to do any big move.

The distance between the two of them was only ten meters. For someone like a Transcendent Tier 1, this distance was meaningless for someone of her caliber. It was something she could cover in one swoop, even a hundred meters could be covered in the blink of an eye.

Its tip, glowing with condensed pink energy, moved like a venomous snake in an almost erratic and unpredictable pattern. The sharp glow surrounding the blade condensed slightly as it drove straight for Lance’s chest in a vicious manner.

“Haaa!”

But as the saber neared him, Lance’s expression relaxed. His eyes followed the weapon’s path with unsettling calm, as the tip of the blade grew larger in his vision.

Raising his head, a smirk appeared on his lips.

"Naive."

Right when the attack was about to land on him, Alamah felt a cold chill wash over her body. Her instincts flared, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, as she whipped her head around sharply.

Raising his left foot, Lance stomped heavily on the ground and an explosive sound was created, echoing through the room with a thunderous boom. His body blurred into a dark shadow, and like a ghost, he disappeared from where he was standing and reappeared behind the dark elf.

“Haaa!”

With a fierce roar, Lance punched out.

Borrowing the force from his half-rotated body, his fist viciously smashed towards Alamah’s back with a terrifying force.

Even his fists were like small pieces of rocks, however, what carried it was a force that even surpasses mountains, as an splitting explosion of energy rang way louder than an gigantic war drum reverberated through the room, as a brilliant orange light flashed, brighter than the flames of war, casting eerie shadows across the auction hall.

This terrifying attack alone had left Alamah breathless.

Staring at the incoming fist that was slowly enlarging in her vision, Alamah could only open her mouth absentmindedly. It was already too late. She knew it.

BAM!!!

“Haaaak!”

The fist directly smashed into Alamah’s stomach with a brutal force. Like a broken kite, her body flew all the way towards the other side of the room like a ragdoll, crashing into furniture and smashing against the far wall.

Similar to her, Lance did not chase. But unlike her, it wasn't because he was too tired, it was because he was preparing to finish it.

A majestic orange aura enveloped the whole room, and alongside it was a terrifying pressure. The pressure was suffocating as Lance’s clothes fluttered wildly in the force. Coldly looking at Alamak opposite him, he shifted his stance, and his left foot dug into the floor.

“It's time to end this woman’s whole career.”

“Khr.”

Lifting her head and staring at Lance who was seriously looking back at her. Alamah was indignant. Most of her ribs were shattered, her head was dizzy, and she could barely lift her body.

‘Is this really how I die?’

She clenched her teeth, forcing ragged breaths through the pain.

“Haagh, hah, hurgh…”

With a glare sharp enough to cut steel, she hissed, “Hah… you murderous bastard. I’ll kill you!”

Lance chuckled softly and shook his head in mock disappointment. “Funny coming from you. That’s a really sad thing to say when we’ve both done a share of the slaughtering.”

Alamah clicked her tongue in frustration, refusing to accept his words. “No, I won’t accept this!”

This was supposed to be her moment. The moment where she proved that women alone, without the aid of men or powerful institutions like the Adventurer’s Guild, could surpass all limits and achieve the impossible.

How could she let some man, a mere criminal, defeat her now just like that? She couldn't accept this!!

“Come at me, you slimy bastard!”

Using every last ounce of her strength she had left, Alamak forced herself to stand. Her body swayed dangerously left and right, her legs trembling as she leaned against a nearby seat for support. The next moment, a fierce pink aura began to radiate from her battered form. The vein bulge on her neck and head popped out, and her eyes burned crimson with fury.

Alamak was exhausted, had suffered fractures and was bleeding. And these conditions were all at a serious degree that it had absolutely whittled down her life.

It was now hard for her to even take one step forward. However, she still had her strongest method of attack at her disposal.

“I will fucking kill you! Even if you’ll die here together with me!”

Roaring out loud in a fierce voice, she poured everything she had into her last attack.

“[Spiritual Summoning Magic: Flames of Pride]!”

She had no choice but to use her last trump card, knowing full well the terrible price it demanded.

…And that is to sacrifice the bodies of her loved ones.

But desperation drove her. What she was about to summon wasn’t just powerful, it was beyond anything she had ever called upon before.

Lance raised an eyebrow and seemed clearly irritated. "Again with another Elemental? You know I could just—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a roaring inferno was being manifested before him, cutting him off.

The flames surged wildly, and their colors shifted in a vibrant spectrum like a burning rainbow.

The sheer intensity of the heat was overwhelming, distorting even space around it.

And then, from the heart of the rainbow flames, an entity, born from the Immaterium itself, emerged.

Its glowing eyes pierced through the fire, radiating chaotic cosmic energy that screamed of danger. The ground beneath its feet and the space surrounding it warped, and the flames condensed into a tight, controlled aura that clung to its body like molten armor.

This wasn’t just any Elemental, as its presence was far too immense for a mere entity of the Physical World.

Sensing this, Lance’s expression hardened.

This was a Transcendent Tier 2 Spiritual Entity.

“Fshuuu…”

The being exhaled, and with it, the room's temperature fluctuated wildly, from icy cold to sweltering heat in mere seconds. The oppressive power it radiated caused the very space to ripple, sending waves of unease through everyone present.

Lance glanced at the spirit, then back at Alamak. His casual demeanor faltered for a moment, and went to a hint of wariness now, as the Greater Spirit’s presence drew the attention of even the most hardened warriors around, and their instincts flared at the sheer magnitude of its power.

“You summoned something from the Spirit Realm? That... can't be good.”

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With burning rage in its eyes, the Greater Spirit faced nearly a hundred men who charged at it in a futile attempt to take it down.

Their swords and weapons proved worthless as the Ethereal Entity tore through them like a whirlwind of destruction.

Its colorful flames spun like a tornado, moving with such speed that even Lance struggled to track its movements. He watched as the guards and his henchmen were shredded into nothing more than ash and fragments, as their screams drowned by the crackling of burning flesh.

"Okay, that is definitely not good," Lance muttered as his face went pale with horror. "Shit, that thing is like a fuckin’ blender, turning my men into paste!"

After finishing every single man in the room, the Flame of Pride already reached Lance. With a swift, brutal motion, it grabbed him by the face and smashed his head forcibly against the floor, dragging him across the room like a ragdoll.

Lance groaned and screamed, as he fumbled for his gun to shoot the summoner, only for the Spirit to slam him back down, rendering his weapon useless as it clattered away.

Before he could recover, the Spirit launched him into a wall, and proceeded to run at full speed while dragging him along the surface, as the right side of his head was ripped apart from the friction, with blood and flesh streaking the walls.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUU…!!!” Lance howled in agony, but his cries went unanswered.

With a final, bone-shattering toss, the Spirit threw him into the center of the room, and his almost destroyed body crashed down with such force that it left a crater in the ground.

“W-Wai—...!”

BAM!!!

Before he could utter another word, the Greater Spirit’s flaming fist smashed into him, sending a shockwave through the room that shattered the very air and crumbled the walls.

Alamak stood over Lance, glaring down at him in disgust as his mangled body twitched beneath her.

“I... I—”

BAM!!!

Once again, the Spirit’s fist crashed down, silencing him. The ground beneath them cracked, and the crater grew even larger.

“I don't want to hear ANY words from you! You RACIST!!”

BAMM!!!

“CISGENDERED!!”

BAMMM!!!

“TOXICALLY MASCULINE!!”

BAMMMM!!!

“MISOGYNISTIC!!”

BAMMMMM!!!

“INCEL!!”

BAMMMMMM!!!

With each accusation, the Greater Spirit pounded Lance into the ground, its relentless fury matched only by the force of its blows, and tore his body apart by every hit.

“HOMOPHOBIC!!”

BAMMMMMMM!!!

“PIIIIIIG!!”

BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

With a final, devastating strike, the Spirit used both fists and slammed them down in a cataclysmic blow. The ground gave way, and Lance, along with the floor itself, was torn apart entirely, vanishing into a cloud of dust and flame.

With rage and disgust still burning in her eyes, she wiped the remains of Lance from her body onto the floor. Her summoned Greater Spirit engulfed his corpse in vibrant flames, reducing it to ash.

As she walked away from the smoldering remains, a sense of grim satisfaction settled over her.

"Finally done it," she smiled proudly as she moved to the exit of the auction, finally accomplishing her mission, even at the cost of her beloved friends, comrades, family… even lovers.

But just as she reached the exit, something caught her eye in the flames consuming Lance's body.

…A twitch.

"Huh?"

Confusion clouded her face as she turned to gaze back at the burning corpse, and noticed the rainbow flames that had been devouring him suddenly shifted, turning into an ominous orange.

And then, to her horror, his body jerked upright, and a mist of darkness began swirling around him, enveloping his charred flesh as it regenerated, layer by layer, from the very ashes. His eyes glowed an eerie, molten orange, with tendrils of that same light spiraling around him.

"Guess who's back, bitch!" Lance declared with cruel amusement in his voice.

“H-How!? My Spirit of Order killed you!” Alamah stammered with disbelief etched on her face.

“What Spirit?” Lance mocked.

Before she could comprehend what was happening, dark, misty tendrils erupted from his back and lashed out toward the astral form of the Greater Spirit.

In one swift motion, the tendrils pierced through the spirit and shredded it into nothingness, causing the once-mighty entity to vanish from the physical plane.

“I don’t see any spirit,” Lance shrugged with a sinister grin. “Anyway, you're probably wondering how I’m still standing here after literally being ripped apart during your little 'Girl Boss' moment…”

He stepped forward, and for the first time, Alamak felt genuine fear wash over her. She instinctively took a step back, and her heart raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.

Surrounding Lance was a swirling mist of darkness, and within that darkness, something else lurked, an ethereal, bird-like creature with glowing orange eyes, levitating behind him. The ominous presence made her blood run cold. But more than that, she recognized the sensation.

It was something only a Spirit Magic user like her could feel.

“Well…” Lance continued, his grin widening as he raised his hand, causing the black mist to expand, revealing the full, towering form of the entity behind him.

Its shadowy, majestic figure loomed over them both, radiating terrible chaotic energy.



“You’re not the only one who can summon a Spiritual Entity from the Spirit Realm.”

Alamah’s breath hitched in her throat as she stared at the monstrous form of the Chaos Spirit, the same cold dread she had felt moments ago tightening its grip on her chest.

Seeing the horror in her eyes, Lance let out a low laugh. With a flick of his wrist, a tendril of dark mist slithered across the ground, snatching the Magic Flintlock he had dropped earlier, and sailed through the air before landing back in his grasp.

Before Alamak could react, Lance quickdraw her, firing a bullet that struck her leg. She cried out and collapsed to the ground as pain shot through her body.

“You know,” Lance mused as he spun the gun in his hand, “You make some interesting points with all those insults. But here’s the thing, they are kinda poor.” He paused, his smirk widening. “You should know by now my gang’s pretty diverse in race. I've had a little ‘fun’ with all of them. I don’t discriminate, I hate everyone equally. And I have sticked my dick on my favorite Couch this morning!” He laughed, until his voice turned cold. “But before you start spouting names, maybe you should’ve checked your own privilege, Miss Sirrah.”

Alamak struggled to rise, while her bloody hand clutched her bleeding leg, but Lance was already upon her, and gripped her by the throat, lifting her effortlessly off the ground as she gasped for breath.

“W-wait...! What are you—?”

Her words were cut off as Lance pulled her close, as his arm was roughly snaking around her waist, while his other hand gripped the back of her neck and held her head fixed, locking the Dark Elf in place.

Without warning, his lips crushed hers in a forceful, possessive kiss.

“Mmph?!”

The Dark Elf's eyes widened in shock at the manhandling and the kiss as she instinctively tried to resist, weakly pushing against him with her powerless fists.

But when Lance’s fingers grazed the sensitive tip of her pointed ear, something within her snapped.

Her body betrayed her, as her arms wrapped around his back in a groping manner, and to her own horror, she began to respond to the kiss.

They both sucked on each other’s tongue and saliva, indulging deeply in the act. Alamak, overwhelmed by a surge of foreign emotions, kissed him back with clumsy, desperate passion, as if she hadn't witnessed him slaughtering her friends and family earlier.

And all the while, Lance’s eyes remained half-closed as a sinister smile curled his lips. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the once-beautiful ebony skin of the Dark Elf began to wither beneath his touch. It turned gray and brittle, and deep wrinkles formed at a pace that was mind boggling to anyone who views it.

Soon, in a matter of seconds, Alamak’s vibrant form had shriveled into a lifeless husk, barely unrecognizable as the beautiful and powerful warrior she had been moments before.

Lance stepped back and released her now mummified body as it crumbled to the floor. The next moment, a pale white energy flowed from her eyes and mouth, and began swirling into him.

As it entered his body, he felt a surge of raw power coursing through his veins.

27,600

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30,000

The numbers flashed in his mind. The strength he had absorbed through his lethal ability, [Kiss of Death]. Not only could it kill a person by a long kiss, it could even arouse anyone from both two genders and trap them in a state of intense lust.

And best of all, using that skill on a Transcendent Tier 1 was beyond any power he could have gained through normal means.

Decades of gaining power, was acquired in mere moments.

He looked down at what remained of Alamak and chuckled darkly.

At that moment, a group of Lance's henchmen burst into the auction room, one of them cautiously stepping forward toward their leader.

"Um… boss."

Still standing over the lifeless body of Alamak, Lance looked up with an annoyed scowl. His patience was already wearing thin.

"What do you want?" he snapped.

"I’ve got news to report," the henchman stammered, glancing nervously at the grotesque scene before him.

With a sigh of irritation, Lance threw the shriveled body of the Dark Elf aside and stared back at his henchmen.

"This better be good. You interrupted me at a very satisfying moment, you imbecile."

"My apologies, boss," the henchman said, swallowing hard. "I'm only here to report that we managed to kill all of the remaining adventurers that attacked us."

Lance’s expression remained cold. "Good. We need to leave the Third Civilization Zone as soon as possible. Teleportation spell’s our best bet. Gather everything. We’re compromised, and it's only a matter of time before these assholes from the Second Civilization Zone, or worse, the First, show up."

The henchman hesitated, and shifted uneasily. "Erm… well, funny thing… there's some bad news too, boss."

Lance’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "Go on."

“Well… we couldn’t give the products to the winning bidders and we didn't get the money. They fled already during the attack, and, uh… half of our stock is missing, including the magic human."

"WHAT?!" Lance roared, his eyes flaring with an intense orange glow. The black mist surrounding him swirled violently and filled the room with a dark, oppressive energy.

His henchman stepped back and trembled under the weight of his leader's rage.

"Should we...?" the man stammered in a weak voice.

"YES, YOU SHOULD!" Lance snarled and leaned forward menacingly. "Get my stuff back NOW, or I’ll feed my little friend here with your soul."

The Chaos Spirit within Lance seemed to echo his fury, its glowing orange eyes piercing through the mist and locked onto the henchman with a predatory gaze.

“Y-Yes boss!” the man nodded frantically before scrambling to carry out his orders, terrified of what might happen if he failed.

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