Cursed Immortality

The man on the rooftop noticed those three black figures sneaking into the pleasure house and sneered, "Heh, Magistrate Dogs!" The next instant, he vanished into the darkness.

The three figures crept toward the ugly orc, the owner of this pleasure house, and lazily sat behind the counter as business was relatively slow today.

At this moment, an icy voice whispered in his ear, "If you don't want to die, then cooperate!"

The ugly orc was instantly spooked when this voice rang beside his ear, but before he could even yelp, a firm hand wrapped around his mouth, and the voice sounded again, "You gutter rat, do you want to meet your whore mother so much?!"

The ugly orc's heart palpitated. He knew the other party was ridiculously strong because he was a Rare Tier-5 fighter, but the other party quickly suppressed him. He didn't dare to play any trick and stop struggling.

"Heh, good whore son!" the cold voice sneered again before it loosened his grip and questioned, "Now, tell me, where is the guy who picked up three barbarians' whores this noon?"

The ugly orc didn't dare to hide and quickly answered while sweating profusely, "T-Third Floor, Room-3-43!"

"Good, now be a good chode and pretend as if nothing happened. Don't make me come back to strangle you with your guts. Do we have an understanding?" The person questioned with a hint of killing intent.

The ugly orc nearly cried and nodded like crazy. He didn't lose his mind to offend this foul-mouth bastard!

Furthermore, the ugly orc was in the pleasure business for almost his whole life, and he knew just not anyone could play a gangster in Easter City. As a result, the crime rate was practically nonexistent unless someone wanted the wrath of the city magistrate and had the army on their tail.

So, this mysterious attacker wasn't simple, and he was doing it because he was confident in getting away or had some backer.

Whichever the case was, he didn't want anything having to do with it.

The next moment, the ugly orc felt the presence behind him vanish, and when he turned around, no one was there, and his heart turned cold, 'Just who is that shithole to draw this kind of person?' He grimaced but didn't dare to say anything and sat down as if nothing had happened.

The three black persons moved to the third floor without making any noise.

"No.2, and No.3, the target has Tier-7 or Tier-8 fighter level strength, so we can't give him a chance to resist. We'll be using Sleeping Beauty and complete this mission of immobilizing the target and getting us out of here without much fuss!" The person in the front sternly spoke in a whispering voice that only the two behind him could be heard.

The corridor was dimly lit in red light. Creepy silence enshrouded the place as if no one was there.

However, as they get close o Room 3-43, No.3 suddenly speaks, "No.1, I smell blood!"

"Where?" No.1 questioned with a hint of trepidation.

"I think it's coming from the target's room!" No.3 spoke with uncertainty.

But his companions were not so uncertain because they knew No.3's ability to smell was top-notch in Easter City, and that's why he was joining them in this mission.

"Plan D, we're going in for dinner!" No.1 spoke in a grave voice as he drew a purple dagger, and a black light barrier enveloped him.

The other two also activated their shield barriers and drew their weapons.

No.1 reached Room 3-43 and his brown eyes narrowed when he saw a small slit on the door, "It is open!" His revealed with trepidation.

After inhaling a deep breath, "Ready!" He pushed the door!

A disgusting scene entered their eyes when the door opened, and a vile smell attacked their nose.

There was only a bed inside the room, which was currently dyed in blood and gore of two naked prostitutes with large holes in the center of their chests as if a cannonball had passed through them.

But the bloody writing on the wall drew those three black figures' attention.

"Blanker belonged to Killer Skull Society, So Long Retards!"

"Bastard, it's them again!" No.1 couldn't help but curse out loud. He wasn't in the least bit affected by the scene in front of him.

"It seemed the third prostitute was their agent, which would explain her missing corpse. They died approximately six hours ago. But the question is, how did they escape since there is no window in the building?" No.2's crisp voice rang in confusion.

"How could there be such a coincidence in this world? That guy chose three barbarians, and one of them happened to be a Skull who was after the Banker, and he just fell into her lap? Are you kidding me?" No.3 retorted the whole situation was too fishy.

"It's the fucking skull society anything is possible. It seemed those skulls also had their eye on the Blanker, like us. But they got the jump on us!" No.1 ruefully sighted.

"You got that right, and now they can also take the blame for your deaths!" An extremely sinister voice rang at this moment from behind them and before they could react.

'Pop, pop, pop….'

Their heads blasted into bits with the protective barriers in the mix!

A tall person in the cloak was standing there with his hammer-like hand clenched in a fist and dripping in red blood as he looked at the scene with rage-filled eyes.

"Bastard society!" He cursed before he started searching the other rooms and just three rooms in the same lane. He finally found out how they escaped without alerting anything.

There was a large hole in the wall opened right behind the building, which was a blind spot for any watcher like him.

"Fuck, Nixon would go bonkers and blame me for this!" He cursed in indignation as he also took the hole and left. He was going to search the area before reporting this incident to Nixon.

But he didn't have much hope because whoever did this was extremely meticulous, and they knew people were watching Jacob.

As for Jacob planning this whole thing himself, it still didn't cross their mind because the Killer Skull Society had done this in the past.

Jacob also had no reason to escape or orchestrate this whole situation since they were on his side.

At least, that's what everyone will think first…

A few miles away from west of the Easter City was the Cold Wilderness which led toward the North Golden Sword Province of the Golden Swords Country.

A bonfire illuminated the area, and a man with silver hair and a handsome appearance sat beside the bonfire while chucking down meat from a long leg bone.

Other bones were lying beside him, and it was the last piece of whatever he was eating.

This person was naturally none other than Jacob!

Jacob planned this vanishing act for a whole month after he got his hands on all kinds of information in the private server of Nightmare Knight Legion.

He knew if he wanted to let everyone in circles, he needed a scapegoat and who could be a better scapegoat than his favorite enemy, the Killer Skull Society?

Those guys' notorious deeds were all over the rare plains news, and Jacob just had to orchestrate one of their notorious deeds.

So, he chose the red-light district, which was the perfect place for him to buy enough time for his escape while putting the blame on the killer skull society.

Even if someone had a suspicion toward him, so what?

They can speculate all they want, but as long as they don't find Jacob or believe Killer Skull Society's words, it will never be clear what happened that day.

He already knew being a Blanker was a pretty big deal here. After some research, he found beside him there was only one Blanker alive in the Light Nation.

Furthermore, after digging, he found some cases of blanker appearing in the past, but all of them vanished mysteriously, which rubbed Jacob the wrong way.

So, he decided to vanish from the eye of the public, which was his true goal, but he had to make it look like it was done by someone else, not him.

By doing this, even if he remained active on the star network and did something heinous, others would only suspect Killer Skull Society had planted those brain chips in his head, and now he was their pawn.

Being kidnapped by the skulls had its advantages, so Jacob did it without hesitation, and this way, he will be free to do anything as long as he won't get caught by Nixon or Golden Swords Country.

This was going to be even more impossible because he was going toward the Wild Nation to start hunting for those Magic Cores and won't return to the territories of the four powers until he had to!