Star Forge Titan

Just before he was about to pass out from suffocation, his vision suddenly brightened and the air of freedom appeared again.

Gore took a deep breath with all his strength, and it took him a long time to confirm that he was not dead.

"Don't... don't, it was others who made me do this, please, please..." He begged with tears streaming down his face.

But Alvin was not moved at all. When he was sure that the other party was an enemy, sympathy was no longer applicable.

Moreover, when attacking others and trampling on their hopes, the other party has no sympathy in their hearts and no hesitation in their actions.

Even in the previous world, he had seen despicable people like the guy in front of him. They were arrogant when they were in power, and servile when they needed help from others. They had no moral integrity or principles in their dealings with others. As long as they could gain benefits, they didn't mind trampling on the rules and breaking the law.

Compared to humans, they are more like dogs, dogs that are willing to eat even shit as long as there is food. No, calling them dogs is an insult to dogs.

For this kind of thing, you can only crush it with violence and coercion, making them feel fear and pain!

Only then will they feel fear like animals, and obedience will become an instinct, deeply imprinted in their memory and even in their souls.

So, without waiting for the other party to say anything more, Alvin pushed him into the aquarium again.

The suffocation near death was repeated three times in a row. When Gore House was thrown to the ground like a rag, his mind was blank. Fear was like a shadow hanging over his heart, making him unable to think even a little bit.

"An alchemist is just gulu gurulu bang?" Ivan sneered.

Well, it’s definitely not that he is petty, it’s just that the way he handles things varies from person to person.

"Sir, I deserve to die. It's my fault. Please, please forgive me. Mercy, mercy, please have mercy." Gore knelt on the ground, raised his hand to slap himself and pleaded loudly.

"Answer my question, besides the dealer of the underground gambling game, who else came to you? A magic crossbow, even if it is just the lowest level, is not something commonly seen on the market." Alvin looked coldly at Goyle, who seemed to have completely surrendered at this time.

"A stranger." Gore House said in a low voice with his head down.

"He was wearing a hood and a cape, and I, I really didn't recognize him."

"You would do a job given by someone you don't know?" Alvin pointed out the unreasonableness of it.

These shameless villains who had struggled to get out of the lower city by using despicable means were definitely not lacking in caution. Otherwise, they would not have survived until now.

"At first I didn't want to, but they gave me too much." Gore House wailed helplessly.

This seems to make sense. Otherwise, even if he won the championship in an underground magic car race, he would not come to a place like the 'Canary Cage' to spend lavishly.

“…” Ivan was silent for a while. Although it was only a few seconds, it made Gore House feel as if several years had passed.

"Anything else you would like to add?"

The indifferent words from the black-haired boy made Goyle shudder. He seemed to realize that if he couldn't say anything anymore, he probably wouldn't have to consider what to say and what not to say in the future.

"Yes! Yes, I still have some!" Trying his best to recall the scene at that time, Gore House suddenly remembered something.

"Yes, it's the smell! The smell of them!"

"Smell?" Alvin frowned slightly, not quite understanding what the other party wanted to say.

"It's the smell. Even though that guy is covered tightly and his voice is hoarse because of the mask on his face, he still has a smell." Gore House swallowed and raised his finger to point at his huge hooked nose.

"When we met, the man had obviously sprayed a lot of cheap perfume, but I have a very sensitive nose, so I still smelled a strange odor."

"What's that strange smell?" Ivan's eyes became serious, and he thought of some not-so-good possibilities.

"The smell of decay..." Gore House lowered his voice.

"It's like the stench of a rotting corpse. Although it's very slight, I will definitely not make a mistake!" As he spoke, his expression became extremely pale, as if he was recalling something terrible from the past.

"After all, this smell is very common in the downtown area..."

For a moment, neither of them continued speaking.

The smell of rot...

Ivan's expression became more and more serious, which made him, who had just thwarted the Undead Cult's conspiracy, think of that group of guys again.

Initially, the boy only suspected that someone was planning to ensure his victory by secretly harming other competitive drivers before the Youth Magic Car Competition.

But compared to a despicable opponent, a racer who may believe in evil gods wants to win the race. The hidden meaning behind this matter is much more serious.

Suddenly, Alvin lowered his head abruptly.

"Can I...can I leave?" Gore House, who was trying to creep away on tiptoe, stopped where he was with a stiff smile.

Ivan shook his head slowly and firmly, then reached out and grabbed the guy's neck again.

"I really did it under orders from someone else! I was forced into it!" Gore House screamed in defense.

"Those things, whether it was fouls or attacking other drivers, were forced upon me by others! I didn't want to commit any crime myself!"

"Oh? Did they force you to breathe?" Alvin asked suddenly without warning.

"What?" Gore was stunned.

Looking into his eyes, Ivan said word by word:

“Some people even breathe wrong.”

Chapter 55: Female Sheriff

"Wow, so vicious and violent."

In the box, Conrad, who had been watching the entire scene, raised his hands to cover his eyes in a very pretentious manner, and then looked at the "tragedy" happening below with great interest through his wide-open fingers.

When he came to his senses, he found that his cousin, Her Royal Highness Catherine, Duchess of Loire, had climbed over the railing and was about to jump into the chaotic VIP room below.

"Wait!" Before he finished speaking, His Majesty Conrad saw it in astonishment.

Catherine, wearing a dark blue evening gown, jumped down from the second floor in a manner that was completely inconsistent with her attire. Then, she swiftly rolled sideways the moment she landed to relieve the extra impact.

Then the Duchess stood up, tossed her blond twintails in a diamond-like style, and shouted in a loud and clear voice.

"Senior Inspector Catherine of the 9th Security Section of the Lutetia Police Department requires you to immediately cease your criminal activities."

"Huh?" Ivan, who was busy dealing with large non-combustible garbage, turned his head in surprise and looked at the suddenly appearing...female sheriff?

"Why did you provoke him?" In the box, Conrad covered his face with his hands speechlessly, bent his body backward and twisted around without any manners, feeling a pain in his forehead.

"Why didn't you stop her?" His Majesty the Emperor lamented and looked back at the guards who remained silent.

These royal extraordinary people, who have received sufficient professional training and remain silent and expressionless most of the time, could not help but reveal an awkward but polite smile at this moment.

After looking at each other, a sturdy young man who served as the team leader stepped forward. He was wearing a neat Linde standard military uniform and a dark gray wide cloak to cover it.

After standing at attention and saluting in a very standard posture, the young man then answered the Emperor's questions in a serious manner.

"There are no female colleagues accompanying us on this trip. According to regulations, we cannot touch the bodies of honored individuals at will. Moreover, Her Highness Catherine's actions just now were indeed somewhat..." The captain of the guard paused, as if searching for a more appropriate adjective: "Unexpected."

"You can just say he looks like a wild monkey." Following the principle of not criticizing anyone, His Majesty the Emperor scolded directly.

He was leaning on the railing, looking seriously at the black-haired young man who was pushing another person into the aquarium.

"Can you concentrate the magical pressure on just one person?" Conrad asked without turning his head.

The one who answered his question was the captain of the guard, who was a third-level rock shield guard.

"Although I can release magical pressure, controlling it to the point where it targets only one person is beyond my capabilities."

"The essence of magical pressure is to rely on one's own magic to interfere with the magic of the environment, and then convey one's own will. To accurately control this pressure, there are very stringent requirements for the extraordinary person's magic control and willpower, so..." The captain of the guard shut up and stopped talking nonsense.

His meaning was very clear. If Her Highness the Duchess jumped into a monster like that that could control the magic of the environment as its own magic, she would most likely die. So Your Majesty, please quickly give the order for us to rescue her!

"Do you need me to send someone to protect Her Highness Catherine?" As the strongest guard present, the captain of the guard naturally could not leave the side of His Majesty the Emperor.

But the Duchess is also their protected person. Although she is also a transcendent person, she is still inferior to the young man who makes him feel unfathomable.

The captain of the guard shook his head and hoped that His Majesty would give the order quickly, otherwise they, as guards, would not be able to leave at will.

"Sometimes, I really think you are so rigid." Conrad complained.

"Let your men go down, but don't take action yet. Catherine's temper really needs to be tempered. Just think of it as a setback education." His Majesty the Emperor said.

Off the court, Alvin let go of his hands and looked at his wet sleeves with some displeasure.

Behind the tall, black-haired boy were walls and decorations that were gradually beginning to burn. The flames were flying around him, but they could never get within three meters of him.

Catherine, on the other side, raised her brows in displeasure. She saw the short man, who had been pushed into the tank, had stopped moving, not even emitting any bubbles. The tropical fish in the aquarium had even dared to swim up to him, but now they were reduced to corpses.

"It's you!" When Alvin turned around, Catherine couldn't help but look very surprised when she saw his appearance.

It was the young alchemist she had seen racing at Salt Park, but how did he end up being involved with the downtown gangs, and committing a crime as serious as murder?

"What? Miss Sheriff, are you going to arrest me? Although I didn't rescue him in time, it was the aquarium that killed this guy." Alvin raised his hand and summoned a cluster of flames to dry his soaked sleeves nearby.

After completing the first stage of the ritual of the foundation of the original world, he was able to control a part of the energy, although it was relatively limited, including fire.

Hearing this completely ridiculous excuse, Catherine's thick eyebrows raised even more, and she looked like a golden cat with its fur standing on end.

Taking a deep breath, and ignoring the subtle regret in her heart, Her Royal Highness the Duchess put her feet forward and backward, assuming the standard posture of Lind's kicking technique.

After joining the Ninth Public Security Department, she had of course also learned this fighting technique that originated from the Linde military and police, and she was particularly good at the wrestling techniques that were absorbed from classical wrestling.

"Yes, I'm arresting you!"

"Oh? What's the charge? Murder? Or cleaning up the garbage?" Ivan smiled as he looked at the blonde girl with a drill-like haircut who was full of justice.

In the firelight, his shadow was stretched to an unusual degree, and he appeared taller than usual.

This made Catherine even more nervous, but she did not take a step back. Instead, she quickly took off her high heels, shouted "Hey", and rushed forward.

The unique drill-shaped braid fluttered behind her. With the best instructor, the most suitable training method and proper potion enhancement, Catherine's physical fitness was several times better than that of the extraordinary people of the same level, so she could burst out with extremely fast movement speed.

Her figure was like a flash of lightning, and she came in front of Ivan at an extremely fast speed.

As a new system of extraordinary people born after the Magic Revolution, although it is relatively mediocre in terms of physical fitness enhancement, the second-level armored cavalry has the fastest reaction speed among the same level.

Its characteristic 'Lightning Reflexes' can even allow a person to catch a high-speed arrow with bare hands, or avoid multiple long-range attacks at the same time.

This allows the extraordinary people who become armored cavalry to often perform many incredible and amazing operations when driving magical vehicles.

At this time, Catherine, as an armored cavalryman, fully demonstrated her lightning-fast reaction ability.

She was seen striking with both hands alternately, throwing out more than thirty quick jabs in a very short period of time.

The strong wind that pierced the air caused Ivan's slightly curly black hair to flutter back. But the boy's eyes still held a smile, and his God-given eyes, as brilliant as molten gold, instantly revealed a powerful vision comparable to that of a divine eagle.

Those eyes that seemed to be looking down at everything in the world had the insight to see through all illusions, and the sharpness to catch arrows.

Although Catherine's punches were so fast that they followed one after another, fully demonstrating the high-speed reaction of the armored cavalry and the swiftness of Lind's kicking and punching skills, he avoided them all with ease.

Furthermore, Ivan had time to ponder the identity of the blonde girl before him. For some reason, she looked incredibly familiar to him. Logically, if he had seen this unique hairstyle in the game, he would have been impressed.

But in fact, Ivan has never seen a character with this hairstyle in the game.

His distracted look made Her Highness the Duchess even more angry. She took a half step back and spun around, launching a spinning kick with a huge coverage and incredible power.

The dark blue skirt fluttered around like a blooming cosmos, revealing her long, strong and plump legs in white stockings.

In response, Alvin stood still, raised his hand and easily caught the spinning kick that could penetrate a hard wall with a very natural movement.

However, he was somewhat surprised to find that before the blow actually hit her, the blonde girl with a drill-like haircut subconsciously retracted most of her strength, as if she was afraid of kicking him to death as a murderer.

When she found her legs being held in someone's hands, Catherine Carolingian's pretty face suddenly turned red, like a bright red apple, not knowing whether it was out of shyness or anger.

"That won't do. As a sheriff, you need to be more fierce and tough." Not realizing he was still pinching someone's ankle, Ivan frowned and leaned close to Catherine and said seriously:

"Those real criminals will not go easy on you. They will just take every opportunity to hurt you."

Alvin will selectively accept rules set by others. In fact, he is more accustomed to abiding by his own inner principles.

But then again, he didn't really have any aversion to the sheriff who had jumped out to cause trouble. From her perspective, she was actually stopping a crime in progress.

Ivan doesn't hate people who have a sense of justice and are willing to do the right thing, even if they're temporarily hostile to him due to a misunderstanding. On the contrary, he hopes there are as many people like them as possible.

"..." Then on the other side, looking at the handsome face with deep features so close to her, Catherine felt that her ears were about to spew out white steam like a high-pressure overloaded steam engine.

As a noble, Her Royal Highness the Duchess has participated in various social occasions, but because she looks down on those young Linde nobles who only like to chase after women's skirts, she always keeps a considerable distance from them.

Coupled with her strange hairstyle and her workaholic nature of being keen on participating in the empire's grassroots political system, Catherine never got so close to the opposite sex in private.

Just as the two were in a strange stalemate, another voice suddenly came from the rooftop. A tropical fish was waving an empty wine bottle in frustration, and behind him was the captain of the guard who was covering his face with an expression that said "I don't know him".

"Hey, you bastard! Why don't you let go!"

Chapter 56 After the Fire

"Who is this?"

Ivan subconsciously let go of his hand, but he didn't recognize Conrad's identity at first glance.