home

search

Chapter 5 – Demise

  After his initial enter with Vance, Larry had spent the past week holed up in his hotel room, fog entirely on training. He knew from the start that Vance had no iion of following through on his promise to deliver an ID. The biggest clue? Larry had never even given him a name. No ID could be made without a proper name or photo. But rather than front him right away, Larry decided to bide his time and foastering Gyo, which allowed him to see Nen a hidden threats.

  Through relentless practice, he had finally achieved a basic level of proficy. He could now observe aura with crity and even distinguish minor fluctuations in aura flow. Sitting cross-legged on his bed that evening, Larry had chuckled to himself. "You really thought you could fool me, huh? Some people just don’t think big enough." And now, standing in the o, Larry could see it clearly—the differeween him and Vance.

  The fat man saw only wealth and revenge, while Larry was looking far beyond that, toward the bigger picture. His lips curled into a smirk. "So... where's my ID, Vance?"

  Vance' face twitched at Larry’s casual tone. "Hah! Fet about that! You're not leaving here alive!"

  The tall, thin man stepped forward, his cracked skin seeming even more unnatural uhe dim o lights. Larry remained unfazed, crag his knuckles zily. "You sure about that? You spent all your money hiring this guy, huh?"

  Vance' smug grin widened. "You bet I did! And he's gonna tear you apart!"

  Larry shrugged. "Well, I hope you got a refund policy, because you're about to be disappointed."

  Before Vance could react, a pihereal glow suddenly filled the room. A ripple of aura spread outward as Gardevoir materialized beside Larry, her elegant form standing gracefully in the eerie o light. Vance' jaw dropped, his face draining of color. "W-what the hell is that?!" His voice trembled, eyes wide with disbelief. He had seen it before, dismissed it as nothing more than an illusion—some trick of proje or clever deception. But now, faced with the undeniable reality of the creature before him, cracks formed in his denial.

  Deep down, he should have known. The signs were all there—how it moved, how it reacted, how it cast a presehat couldn't be faked. Yet he had chosen ignorance, ging to the belief that it wasn’t real. Now, with Gardevoir standing right before him, that illusion shattered pletely. The thin man instinctively took a step back, his eyes widening in shock as he sehe sheer power radiating from Gardevoir. Larry dusted off his jacket and gave a zy smile. "You thought I walked in here without a pn? I was just giving you a ce to do the right thing."

  The tall man’s expression darkened. "Tch... I don't know what that thing is, but you're not leaving here in one piece!"

  With a flick of his wrist, dark tendrils of Nen swirled around his fingers, preparing for an attack. Larry, unfazed, gave Gardevoir a small nod. "Let's this up quickly, shall we?"

  In the blink of an eye, Gardevoir's eyes glowed an intense blue. The o trembled uhe force of her psychic power as an invisible wave shot toward their enemies. Vance screamed as he was lifted off his feet, filing helplessly in mid-air, while the thin man braced himself, struggling against the crushing force pressing down on him. Larry crossed his arms and smirked. "I told you, Vance—you were never big enough to handle me."

  The o was in shambles, the air thick with tension and dust. Vance y sprawled on the ground like a pig awaiting sughter, his eyes wide with terror. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to ru his body refused to move. Hozan, the so-called Nen user he had hired, was crumpled on his knees, crushed uhe immense psychic pressure radiating from Gardevoir. “How… how is this possible?!” Hozan gasped, his face twisted in agony. The overwhelming force had rendered him pletely powerless, his once fident demeanor shattered. His entire body trembled, s down his cracked skin as he struggled to breathe uhe suffog weight of Gardevoir's presence.

  Larry stood there, watg the pitiful dispy with an amused smirk. "Hey, what happened?" he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "Weren’t you the one who said you’d crush every bone in my body?" He took a step closer, his eyes gleaming with cold amusement. “e on. Crush me. I’m right here.”

  With each wardevoir's pressure increased, pressing down on Hozan like an invisible mountain. The former thug, once so full of bravado, could only grit his teeth in pain, his body shaking violently as he fought to stay scious. Before Hozan could muster a response, Larry sighed dramatically and waved a hand. “This is getting b. You don’t even have the strength to fight back.” His expression hardened. “Gardevoir, finish him.”

  Hozan’s eyes widened in pure terror. A chilling sense of doom crawled up his spine—his body’s instincts screaming that death was immi. He tried to move, to resist, but under Gardevoir’s crushing aura, he was pletely paralyzed.

  In an instant, the world around him went bck. As Gardevoir withdrew her psychic aura, Hoss’s lifeless body slumped to the floor. His previously tensed muscles went limp, and his expression was frozen in a mix of shod despair.

  The thihat had held his broken body together dissipated instantly, and the cracks in his skin deepened. With the st of his aura gone, Hozan’s fragile frame colpsed like a broken doll. His limbs detached unnaturally, his body falling apart piece by piece, resembling the aftermath of a shattered por figure.

  Larry watched the gruesome se unfold with mild i. ‘So that’s what was holding him together..’. he thought. It seemed the aftermath of his failed Nen baptism had left him more damaged than it first appeared. His thin veil of Nen had barely been enough to keep his fractured body intact. In the end, the man who had boasted about crushing Larry had been the one crushed—both physically aally.

  A small notification popped into Larry’s mind, signaling Gardevained experience. However, the progress bar barely budged. Larry clicked his tongue in annoyance. "A D-rank, huh? Barely worth the effort." He turned his gaze to Vance, who was still lying on the floor, trembling untrolbly. The once-arrogant gang boss was reduced to a shivering mess, his beady eyes darting around in desperation, searg for a way out of this nightmare.

  Larry stepped over the remnants of Hozan without a sed thought and walked toward Vance, his footsteps eg in the silent o. "Your turn," Larry said coolly.

Recommended Popular Novels