Mystery: The Traveler Who Holds the Star Key

In the dead end, the air felt frozen.

The black figure hovering in mid-air didn't waste any words.

Sharon simply raised her pale finger and tapped it lightly.

hum.

The surrounding shadows instantly surged, transforming into countless black chains that lashed out at the two like venomous snakes.

"Run!!"

The young guard gave the still-stunned ambassador a sudden shove.

His blood-stained face was etched with a resolute determination to die for his cause.

"Sir! Climb over the wall! I'll hold her off!!"

Becker staggered a couple of steps and glanced back.

The young figure was thin and trembling, yet he stood firmly in front of him.

It's like a broken plank trying to stop a flood.

"you……"

Beckeran felt a lump in his throat.

In this cutthroat world of fame and fortune, he had witnessed countless betrayals and schemes.

But unexpectedly, at the end of his life, he met such a silly and adorable loyal servant.

"I will remember your name!"

Beckerang gritted his teeth, his eyes red-rimmed, and turned to climb the high wall, using both hands and feet.

"When I return to China...I will find your family!"

As long as I, Beckeron, live, I will ensure their eternal wealth and glory!

I will bring you home with the honors of a state funeral! I swear!

The young guard did not turn around.

He simply turned his back to the ambassador and roared in an extremely tragic voice:

"Let's go!!!"

next second.

puff.

A dark, shadowy blade pierced through the guard's chest without any suspense.

Fresh blood gushed out.

The young guard groaned as his body was flung away like a rag doll, crashing heavily into a pile of trash in the corner.

It twitched twice and then stopped moving.

"No!!"

Beckeron let out a howl like a trapped beast.

But he didn't stop.

Because that terrifying black figure, after dealing with the pawns blocking his way, was already floating towards him expressionlessly.

"Damn 'vengeful spirits'..."

Becker's eyes instantly turned ferocious.

There is no escape.

Since we can't escape, we might as well take someone down with us.

"You really think you've got me cornered?!"

Beckeron roared, pressing his hands down sharply, his eyes filled with the ferocity of a desperado:

"So what if you're Sequence 5! Even if 'The Schemer' dies... he'll knock out all your teeth!"

boom!

Two blazing orange-red fireballs exploded in his palms, transforming into two roaring fire dragons that swept towards Sharon in the air.

This is the ability of the preceding sequence "Arsonist," and it is also his final counterattack.

But Sharon didn't even try to dodge.

Her figure instantly blurred, like a wisp of green smoke, and passed directly through the two fire dragons.

In the vengeful spirit state, it is immune to physical attacks and has extremely high fire resistance.

"How is that possible..."

Beckeron's pupils trembled.

Before he could react, a bone-chilling cold suddenly erupted behind him.

Sharon had somehow leaped out of the mirror-like moonlight, her icy hands reaching directly for his neck.

"Get out of here!!"

Beckron frantically detonated the talismans on his body.

The blast wave threw both of them away simultaneously.

But he was only a Sequence 6 after all.

In the face of a Sequence 5 "vengeful spirit," all his struggles were like child's play.

In just over ten seconds.

Beckeran has been cornered.

His body was covered in scratches, his spirit was withered, it was the excruciating pain of a frozen soul.

"it's over."

Sharon's figure re-emerged.

She floated less than three meters away from Beckerang, her blue eyes showing no murderous intent, only the indifference of someone looking at a dead man.

She slowly raised her hand, preparing to unleash the final "Wraith's Scream".

"Don't force me..."

Beckerang leaned against the cold wall, panting heavily.

His hand trembled as he reached into the hidden pocket in his robes.

There is a gold bomb there that, if crushed, can detonate an area within a hundred meters.

That was the last resort, a desperate measure to take everyone down with them.

"If we're going to die...we'll die together!"

A crazed grin spread across Becker's face.

His attention was entirely focused on the formidable enemy before him.

They had absolutely no interest in, nor could they possibly care about, the already "cold" corpse at their feet.

After all, who would be wary of a loyal servant who died saving them?

Just as Beckeron's finger was about to touch the bomb...

The "little guard" lay face down in the garbage heap at his feet.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

There was no loyalty or tragedy in those eyes.

All that remains is a chilling mockery and the gleam in the eye when the conman closes the net.

Snapped.

A crisp snap of fingers rang out in the deathly silent alley.

Beckerang paused for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of light, ten times more dazzling than the midday sun, erupted beneath his feet without warning!

[Trick: Flash]!

"ah!!!"

Caught completely off guard, Beckeron let out a scream, his vision went completely white, and tears streamed down his face.

Temporary blindness.

For the average person, it might just be a matter of rubbing their eyes.

But in a life-or-death situation, this is the verdict.

He hadn't even recovered from his blindness yet.

Click.

That was the sound of a double-barreled shotgun being cocked.

Beckeron's hair stood on end instantly.

That sound was too close to him.

It was so close it felt like... right against his chest.

He instinctively wanted to lower his head, back away, and question the situation.

But it was too late.

boom!!

The thick gun barrel was pressed against his left chest, and two specially made slugs were fired at the same time.

The immense kinetic energy tore his expensive, handmade suit to shreds and shattered his heart, which was still pounding wildly with fear.

Becker was blasted into the air, crashing heavily into the wall behind him, and then slid down like a lump of mud.

"Cough...cough cough..."

A large amount of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs gushed from his mouth.

But his powerful vitality as an extraordinary being prevented him from dying on the spot.

He stared intently at those tearful eyes, his vision blurred.

They saw the young guard who had just sworn to give them a "grand burial" slowly getting up from the ground.

The young guard dusted himself off and casually tucked the still-smoking sawed-off shotgun back into his waistband.

Then, he walked up to the dying ambassador and knelt down.

On that blood-stained face now hung an extremely malicious, victorious smile.

"you……"

Beckeron's fingers scratched at the ground, his nails cracking.

Shock, anger, absurdity, bewilderment...

Countless emotions exploded in his mind.

Why?

Who is he?

A killer from the Aurora Society? Or an undercover agent from another faction?

Was all that loyalty, that shielding me from the knife, those tears... just an act?

"Shhh."

Orion extended his index finger, making the gesture to the audience for the second time during the performance.

"Don't get agitated, Mr. Ambassador."

He leaned close to Becker's ear, his voice as soft as a devil's whisper:

"I am not a member of the Aurora Society, nor am I some unknown hero."

"Blame it on..."

Ollie paused, his tone laced with a fiercely protective sarcasm, and a certain satisfaction at standing up for his boss:

"It's all your fault for sending a dignified Sequence 5 'Master of Puppets' to hunt down a little detective who has just arrived in Backlund and hasn't even established himself yet."

detective?

Becker's blood-stained face froze instantly, filled with utter absurdity and bewilderment.

That Sherlock Moriarty?

Tonight's shocking killing spree involved three Sequence 5 combatants and razed the embassy to the ground...

It was all because of that insignificant ant?!

"You mean... Rosago... for that detective?!"

"As for the medals and lavish funeral you promised..."

Orion did not give him a chance to unravel this absurd logic.

He smiled and raised his right hand.

The once ordinary black glove suddenly turned blood red, as if it were flowing with lava.

Sealed item: [Burning Thirst].

"You might as well keep it to be buried with you."

The words fell.

Orion's hand pressed mercilessly against Becker's face.

Nourishes—

"Ugh!!!"

The final scream was choked back down.

A terrifyingly high temperature erupted instantly.

For an arsonist who has spent his entire life playing with fire...

Dying under even more ruthless flames might be a kind of dark humor.

A few seconds later.

The flames went out.

Only a charred corpse remained on the ground.

And that extraordinary, deep red substance that was slowly precipitating out.

Orion stood up and took a deep breath.

He sensed it.

The "Master of Tricks" potion inside his body was boiling, cheering, and being digested wildly.

This grand fraud, which lured in an ambassador from a nation, a Sequence 5 powerhouse, and that "Fool" man...

It has finally come to a perfect end.

"take a bow."

Orion straightened his tattered uniform.

He looked at Sharon in the air, and at the unseeing corpse on the ground.

He gracefully removed his hat in a gesture of respect.