NOVPUB"Today, I want to reveal a fact to everyone,"
Lord Perlman gently tapped his cane, and a magic projection screen slowly emerged on the wall behind him in the banquet hall.
After that, he no longer spoke, simply pressing his cane and waiting for the images behind him to unfold.
The Demon Race members cast puzzled looks toward the sight. 𝘯𝑜𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝘤𝘰𝑚
The perspective followed a mysterious figure cloaked in a deep gray cape.
In one corner of the screen, the time displayed was 3:26 in the morning.
That is, right now.
But the surrounding buildings were not from Poson’s Demon World; rather, they were from the all-too-familiar South Bank of Floral City Pariel.
The sky, laden with dark clouds, was frequently torn by the sound of rolling thunder; huge raindrops poured down, splashing countless water droplets on the deserted streets.
The cloaked figure walked across the square in front of the South Bank city hall, holding an umbrella.
His movements were swift, and the slight friction sounds of the fabric quickly dissipated with the night wind. When the street lamps lit him up again, he had already transformed into the appearance of a white-cloaked researcher.
The mysterious figure briskly walked across the square and, after a flicker behind a non-descript door at the back of the city hall, he appeared inside with his umbrella stowed away.
The agility and behavior of the figure had the Demon Race members in the banquet hall exchanging looks of astonishment.
Logically speaking, it shouldn’t have been so easy to penetrate the barrier of the Floral City Pariel city hall, and moreover, forcibly entering the city hall was clearly a criminal act.
They didn’t know what Lord Perlman intended to show them at the moment.
In the screen, the figure disguised as a researcher arrived at an office on the first underground level of the city hall. He approached the wall and rapidly pressed a series of complex codes on the stone brick surface.
With the last code entered, the wall silently rotated like a Rubik’s cube, revealing a dark and deep passage hidden behind it.
He walked inside; the wall closed quietly behind him, sealing tightly as if it had never been opened. He then wound his way through several corridors, took a few turns, and entered an elevator.
With the descent into darkness, the sound became completely isolated, and the only light came in flashes from the Magic Lanterns embedded every few meters, revealing a new space.
The massive door, a few meters in front, was made of cold, hard Anti-Magic Steel, and its exterior was thick with Curse Marks, pulsating rhythmically as if they were breathing, lighting up and dimming in a cycle.
And this figure, as if knowing the password, lightly touched the Magic Input Device on one side and swiped the Secret Key across it.
The door burst into a sudden, blinding light, which then shattered into countless fragments, spiraling in mid-air before dissipating like brilliant fireworks into the dense darkness, and just like that, the Anti-Magic Steel door opened.
At that moment, white light flooded the screen.
From the end of the dim underground corridor, a massive-scale research facility was revealed before their eyes.
The interior of the pure white-painted research facility was like Heaven, yet also like a tightly sealed secret space, with intersecting lights, and blurred figures of researchers visible in the depths.
They all looked towards the newcomer, seemingly puzzled why this researcher would come at such a late hour.
However,
The mysterious figure did not answer them.
He simply strode directly into the underground building, looking around, and allowing the screen to fill with the incongruous and mysterious sights of the research facility.
Under the ghastly white lights, even in the dead of night, several researchers in white lab coats were focused intently on the control tables.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of chemicals mixed with blood, and within sight, there were precision Magic Instruments as well as deformed specimens floating in solutions.
"What is this?"
"Are these corpses from our Demon Race?"
"Shouldn’t all Cursed Victims have been cremated?"
This exclamations were muttered by numerous members of the Demon Race in Lord Perlman’s mansion hall as they watched the live feed.
Because these deformed specimens were not humans, but the mutated and berserk corpses of the Curse Demon Clan.
According to the Senate’s report, the last executed berserk members of the Demon Race were supposed to have been cremated, to prevent all possible ’contagious’ concerns that might disturb the Demon Race. They had not expected so many berserk demon corpses had been sent here.
At this moment,
The researchers in the facility also sensed something was amiss.
A researcher who suddenly appeared at an inopportune time seemed misplaced.
Logically, the existence of their research facility should not have been exposed, nor should any researcher have been caught.
A researcher thought to immediately activate the alarm.
But it was too late.
The mysterious figure did not need to take any action, only letting out a light chuckle. From the shadows at his feet, a sudden surge of strange deep blue flames erupted, sweeping out like living creatures. Flames whirled in midair, instantaneously engulfing the terrified researchers.
Once the deep blue flames died down, all that was left were charred remnants of the researchers.
The figure, who wielded such terrifying magic power, then reverted back to the mysterious person cloaked in gray.
The air was thick with the smell of charred flesh and the stench of sulfur, and the ground was cracked from the burning.
The slaughter had only just begun.
The mysterious person took a step forward, walking among the scorched corpses, splattered blood, and blaring alarms, turning the whole research facility into a purgatorial inferno.
Nigel’s eyes widened as he watched the scene in the hall.
Although he did not know of the existence of such an underground research facility in South Bank Pariel, the skilled disguise and infiltration of the other party reminded him vaguely of a dangerous being he had previously encountered.
It wasn’t until those deep blue Curse flames appeared that he finally confirmed this person was the perpetrator who had been spreading Curses in Floral City Pariel in recent times!
