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nLiam didn’t use any of his martial arts or spells.

nAnything that had even the tiniest detail of his fighting style had to be avoided.

nHis plan was simple, but shrewd.

nUsing the feud between Erivol and Ucladd, he’d kill both ‘himself’ and two nobles from each city.

nOf course, he’d use his dear inscription master’s methods of killing to achieve his goals.

nNo one knew Revel died but Liam himself, but the real Blood Demon’s fate was unknown to the masses.

nWith the odachi and vampiric nails, Liam could create a crime scene with Revel’s M.O.

nThe reasons for the attack could vary, but perhaps the Blood Demon saw an opportunity to strike when everyone wasn’t expecting it.

nOr maybe his hatred had flared seeing someone else stealing his name.

nIt could even be jealousy from Liam’s element, which is why he had his core pulled out.

n…Who could tell?

nThere was massive room for ambiguity, leaving anyone guessing as to how and why a fight had started.

nWith (fake) Liam’s core pulled out, no one could verify his death, but none could deny it.

n…It didn’t end there.

nAlthough it was a gamble, Liam needed to put the Ovlar family patriarch against Edwin Royce.

nHaving two Zenith’s duking it out while Liam had long escaped sounded too good to be true… but one could hope.

nIn the first place, the two cities absolutely despised one another. Even if the patriarchs had nothing against each other, all Liam needed to do was ignite the flame of anger and hatred.

nDone with his musings, Liam watched with cold eyes as Ian struggled for air, asphyxiating, his skin turning purple.

nLiam towered over Ian’s body and swung the odachi.

nChunks of Ian’s flesh along with his ears, chin, shoulders, scalp and thigh were severed at once.

nJust like that, Ian Royce was no more.

nLiam shifted his attention towards Elsa laying on the bed.

nHer face hadn’t changed all throughout the encounter, but Liam didn’t feel comfortable letting her live despite that.

nIn the first place, there were probably countless ways to heal mental illnesses and other defects. Liam wasn’t exposed to too many of those items, but the world of cultivation was vast.

nHe had barely experienced the tip of the iceberg.

n“I’ve already broken you. Wasting time is pointless.”

nWith one swipe across her neck, Elsa’s head slid past the side of her neck and fell by the bedside.

nA moment later, Liam tensed his hands, activating the vampiric nails.

nHe drained all the blood from Ian and Elsa’s body at once, turning them into mummified corpses, then absorbing their corpses into his ring.

n‘Now, all I need is someone from Erivol. I need to be fast!’

nLiam’s mind was already set to his next victim.

nIt was Jacob Ovlar.

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nJacob continued partying, drinking away his sorrows.

nThe drinking age of cultivators was vastly different from normal humans, as their bodies handled alcohol much better than the norm.

nHis family was particularly strict, and his master was undoubtedly disappointed.

nJacob had already gulped down nine glasses of heavy wine, a flushed look on his broken face.

nDespite being surrounded by beautiful girls his age, he felt alone.

n“Jacob, that’s enough, isn’t it?”

nA young girl with similar features to him called out with a worried expression – his sister, it seemed like.

nJacob scoffed and drank glass after glass, growing drowsy and dull.

nSure enough, his bladder required emptying.

nJacob stumbled as he left the hall and approached the corridor.

nEmily, his sister, followed closely behind to make sure he was okay.

n“Stop chasing me around! What are you, my maid?!”

nJacob shouted loudly, the surrounding nobles shifting their attention to the ruckus.

nAfter an awkward pause, Emily shook her head as she walked away, prompting Jacob to scoff as he turned around and continued through the corridor.

nThe young man felt as though the colosseum halls had turned into a maze.

nHe turned corner after corner, but all the doors were strangely locked.

n“Huh? Where am I?” Jacob wondered, supporting himself on the walls, finding himself in the middle of a dark T-shaped corridor.

nThe surrounding servants were simply too afraid to approach a drunken noble, a brash, powerful young man at that.

nThey simply avoided him. 𝚍ｎ𝚘ｖ𝚕．𝚘𝚛𝚐

n“Over here!”

nA faint, urging voice sounded from around the corner.

nJacob couldn’t tell who it was since his senses had been dulled considerably, but he naturally assumed it was a servant.

nPeeking the corner, his brows raised in momentary surprise.

nAn abrupt fist smashed against Jacob’s jaw, knocking him out cold, along with a few teeth that flew out from his mouth with a trail of blood.

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nLiam made his way back to the victor’s chambers, laying down Jacob’s unconscious body on the floor.

nOn the way there, he had passed a few guards, but with his cap down and Jacob’s hand around his shoulder, he looked like a servant tending to his drunk master.

nThen, he began setting the scene. One by one, he started shattering the expensive furniture and priceless paintings.

nHe placed Ian and Elsa’s body somewhere random on the floor, arranging their bodies a specific way.

nElsa was braindead, but it had to look like Ian carried her there.

nSoon enough, Jacob’s eyes started flickering open.

nHis chest sank as he saw what Liam was doing with the nobles’ corpses.

nBefore he could take out his spear and stab him in the back, a metal glimmer reflected in his brown eyes.

nInstantly, Jacob’s consciousness faded to dark.

nFrom the side, Liam had hurled Revel’s odachi like a throwing knife at Jacob’s head, killing him instantly.

nA moment later, he drained him of all the blood in his body.

nFrom the above view, it looked as though Elsa, Ian and Jacob entered the room together and a fight broke out between them and Liam.

n‘I have about a four or five minute window to get as far away as I can from here.’

nWith everything out the way, it was time for Liam to make his escape.

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