Episode 33 Social Club (2)
The seven young boys gathered in the VVIP room were all smart and cruel.
Montblanc, Pierre, Louisby, Channel, Ferragamo, Hermes, Prada.
The seven native families of the provinces they belong to have lived without caring about anyone except the Baskervilles.
Even those from the Baskervilles were appeased by their strong wealth and public sentiment behind them, and became friends with each other.
Never before had life not gone their way, so of course they thought it would be the same this time.
So, it is true that I played a little mischievous this time.
……but.
Things were different this time.
Patter- Patter- Patter-
Countless glass powder and champagne drops pour down like a shower in the VVIP room.
Glass powder and boiling champagne reflecting brilliant light in the light of the chandelier.
The seven young ladies from the seven families, whose entire bodies were drenched in the sharp, hot shower, looked dazed.
‘Did you blow up the champagne tower with Mana Resonance?’
‘Just by touching the table?’
‘That’s not from the bottom up, but from the top down?’
Since all of them were young masters with basic knowledge in martial arts, I could understand how ridiculous the phenomenon Vikir created was.
Being able to pour mana into an object, cause it to vibrate due to resonance, and explode it at the exact point you want is not a normal mana skill.
Even the glass broke from above, not from below.
Only a master of the I-weight loss method can say that the glass on the table is intact, but the glass on top of it is broken.
And the fact that the direction of action is vertical, not horizontal, doubles the difficulty.
In other words, it means that you can freely manipulate the stems of mana, which are much thinner and more detailed than microfibres, like limbs.
Super high difficulty mana management. realm of real people.
Only one thought fills everyone’s head.
‘Graduator!’
Monsters who wield swords to cut down rocks the size of houses and kill flying birds by dropping them with just their momentum.
Aren’t these young masters, who are barely staying at the lower level of experts, far-out absolute powers who dare not do anything about it?
“…”
Bikir’s expression is still expressionless.
However, the dark red aura flowing from both shoulders is similar to that of a god of death.
If death had a distinct form, wouldn’t it look like this now?
The young boys who were trying to trick Bikir began to shiver, drenched in a shower of champagne.
‘crazy! A 15-year-old kid!’
‘hey! You are an Expert Intermediate! Do something!’
‘shut up! If you fight, you won’t last even a second!’
In the midst of urgent glances, one young master muttered in a blank voice.
“……That’s right! Bikir! Where did you hear about it!”
At those words, the youngsters’ eyes were drawn to one side.
he said in a stuttering tone.
“Bikir van Baskerville. The supernova of the Baskervilles! He dived for 7 minutes right after he was born, strangled two poisonous snakes in his cradle, hunted Cerberus when he was 8 years old, fought with the magician of the House of Morgue and won…
” His expression changes as if he heard some absurd urban legend.
But…but what if they’re really true?
The eyes of the youngsters now turn to Vikir again.
Graduator’s symbol, a sticky aura like liquid.
If that urban legend is not true, there is no way to explain the aura of death rising from Bikir’s entire body.
Oh my God, what 15-year-old kid in the world is already on the level of a graduate at that age!
Even in the Baskervilles, where only geniuses were gathered, there had never been a case like this before.
It would probably be the same even if you searched the imperial academy ‘Colosseo’ or even the entire imperial capital.
In the end, the young masters had no choice but to pick up any words and serve them with awkward smiles.
“……We were going to pay for the drinks.”
Are we aware that the servile smile we always saw engraved on other people’s faces is now engraved on our faces?
Meanwhile. Upon hearing this, Bikir replied nonchalantly.
“Of course you have to pay for the drinks you drank.”
Upon hearing that, the seven young masters shut their mouths, wanting to be sorry.
‘Oh. We haven’t eaten together yet.’
I mistakenly told you the plan I was going to make a mess of.
Still, it wasn’t Meg yet, so I thought I could just skip it if I made a good excuse.
……If the opponent wasn’t Vikir.
He is only 15 years old, but his soul is already worn out.
Bikir immediately realized what these seven young masters were about to do.
“Why? Did you intend to charge me for drinking after we played together?”
At the question of Bikir, who grasps and snatches the pulse like a ghost, the seven young boys jumped up and shook their heads.
“That can’t be!”
“Who would do such a shameless thing!?”
“Where did we dare to come from the Baskervilles…”
The seven young boys felt.
The opponent is not simply strong in combat power. Simgye was also someone who could never be taken lightly.
Eventually they lowered their tails.
They were so arrogant that they dared to think of Baskerville as their dog, but when they stood in front of Vikir, they couldn’t afford to be so reckless.
Apparently, the hounds of the Baskervilles are not easily baked or boiled.
…However, the pride they had built up through their prestige as the second generation of a local noble family allowed them to save face until the very end.
“Actually, we wanted to test the deputy consul.”
The young masters adjusted their complexion and spoke politely.
Bikir still has an expressionless face.
The youngsters, who understood the silence as meaning ‘Let’s listen’, continued their conversation in a polite tone pretending to be relaxed.
“Honestly, Underdog poetry has gone corrupt a lot, right?”
“I decided that anyone who would purify a city like this should not give in to this level of temptation.”
“You are truly qualified to lead us. I will follow you.”
“Oh, let this bamboo spirit be my lifelong lesson!”
“I will express today’s emotions to the extent that you will not be disappointed in the future.”
They bowed their heads to Bikir once more and spoke in grave voices.
Among them, there was one who pretended to be nonchalant and winked at Bikir.
OK.
“…”
One corner of Bikir’s mouth rises slowly.
smile.
This small change completely changed the atmosphere of the room.
Until just now, the atmosphere at the graveside was creepy.
And that alone made the seven young masters feel quite afraid.
But what about now?
A heavy feeling like going crazy.
As if buried alive in an earthen mound, a suffocating pressure began to weigh down the seven young boys.
To the point where they couldn’t breathe properly, they began to tremble completely losing the smile on their lips.
Bikir slowly walked in front of the seven masters, who were frozen like a frog in a snake’s stomach.
“The owner can test the dog as much as he wants.”
“…”
“But not the other way around. A dog cannot test its owner. Under no circumstances.”
It was a moment when Hugo’s teachings came to mind a long time ago.
Bikir walked slowly in front of the frozen children.
“Isn’t there nothing scary because you have a small amount of money and power?”
Of course, no answer comes.
It was a joke.
“Because I’ve never seen anything really scary.”
So I guess I dare to pretend I expected everything, pretend to be gentle, and pretend to be relaxed.
And the cost of that ‘chuck’ was heavy.
Bikir took out a sloppy club from his bosom.
It was the same stake that gave the girl a prize of 10 billion not too long ago.
…Fuck!
dull noise.
The stake seemed to bend for a moment, but it flew at a tremendous speed and crushed the face of the boy in the front with a blood clot.
A blow that started suddenly without bottom or end.
Teeth erupt and saliva, blood and tears spurt out.
Bikir hit the boy’s face, head, neck, and shoulders seven times in the blink of an eye three times, and did the same to the rest of the children.
Before long, all the young boys were spread flat on the floor of the VVIP room like a land battle.
puck! Fuck! puck! simplicity and honesty! Crunchy!
Bikir didn’t stop bludgeoning for a long time after that.
“You know why?”
“Aagh! I don’t know! I don’t know! Why are you hitting me all of a sudden!”
“If you don’t know, you must be right.”
Bikir swinging a stake in a nonchalant tone.
Seeing that expressionless face, the young masters thought that if this happened, they might really die.
“Ah I know! I think I know why you’re hitting me!”
The dogs desperately begged for chapped lips, torn tongues, and broken teeth.
While appealing to the red blood gushing out like a fountain from all over the head.
However, the owner who actually sees it still has no inspiration.
“If you know, it’s sweet.”
Bikir’s stick doesn’t stop even at a red light.
