Ten minutes later, the trading company employee nad Kumar, wearing an expression of terror and disbelief, led Jari into the factory.
Behind them lay a trail of severed limbs and a canvas of bloody graffiti.
Jari had used the thods of an Asura to show these people the true aning of revenge!
Therefore, even after arriving inside the factory, Kumar's heart remained consud by an unspeakable dread.
Because just monts ago, he had clearly witnessed a horrifying massacre!
All the killers were dead, and the security guards who ca along were dead as well!
Those razor-sharp spikes, the crimson sharp blades that pierced those n's bodies, the claws capable of ripping out a heart, and the crimson flas that finally incinerated five corpses—all of it told him exactly what kind of monster they had provoked!
They had ssed with a monster, a monster that could disembowel a person and tear them completely apart!
A monster that could withstand bullets and moved faster than gunfire!
A monster that could skewer people with blood-colored spikes!
This monster could also unleash crimson flas, which it used to burn the corpses of several people who seed to be its relatives!
At this mont, Kumar wished he could drag over the guy responsible for selecting the targets and shove a large club into every orifice of his body, twisting it violently to vent the hatred in his heart.
Unfortunately, he could not do that, because that guy had already been chopped into three pieces, pinned to three different spots on the wall by crimson blood spikes.
Having carried out a satisfying slaughter, Jari felt a sense of ntal clarity and physical stability. The instincts of an Asura made him feel incredibly refreshed.
So he continued to follow those instincts, entering the factory and demanding that Kumar lead him to its owner!
He was going to interrogate the man. Collecting corpses was one thing, but why were they taking the living too?
Jari himself made a living by handling corpses, so he was not averse to the practice. Thousands of families in the slums survived this way, which was why they were grateful to the factory!
But now, the other party was actually taking living people and even actively sending out n to commit murder. He could not accept this!
If he were still the sa Dalit from before, his unacceptance would be entirely useless. He would only be able to bury his head in the Ganges River, indulging in delusions about life after becoming a Brahmin.
But now, everything was different. He had beco an Asura; he had beco a true Transcendent!
Since he did not accept it, he would destroy them, interrogate them, and kill them!
Jari found this feeling to be very comfortable, very good. He felt just like those lofty Brahmins, able to take and demand the lives of others at will!
Those people relied on their status, wealth, and caste, but he was different. He relied solely on himself!
Under Kumar's guidance, Jari found the factory director and completed his interrogation and slaughter.
He would not spare anyone involved in this matter. That was his principle!
Now, all of his enemies were dead.
Thus, he sat in the director's office, leaning back comfortably, and decided to rest. Having just killed all the high-level officials of the entire factory, he was indeed a little tired.
Of course, Jari, who had very little schooling and had never been exposed to modern technology, did not know that a cara directly above his head had recorded his every action with crystal clarity!
...
"I beg you, please do not kill ! I can give you all my money!" In the footage, the man who served as the factory director was kneeling and begging for rcy from a dark-skinned man.
However, he received neither forgiveness nor understanding. What he got was a blood-colored spike growing out of the other party's index finger.
"If I forgive you, who will forgive my mother, wife, son, and daughter? Who will forgive my father?"
"Just because you needed fresh corpses, my entire family deserved to die, is that it?"
"Well now, you can go die too! I have not killed your entire family yet, so rember to thank after you are dead!"
The director knelt on the ground and actually expressed his gratitude before his skull was pierced by a crimson spike, leaving him dead on the floor.
Afterward, the man knelt on the ground and prayed to a certain existence, "Respected Asura King Zangyue, I shall use these deaths to prove my devotion to you..."
His prayer was incoherent, containing improper terminology or Dalit slang. In short, it did not resemble a proper sacrificial prayer, but rather aimless muttering.
Yet, amidst his muttering, crimson flas and blood-colored spikes appeared, spreading throughout the room! Anyone could tell that these extraordinary phenona were the signs of a successful prayer!
Therefore, they also knew the source of this man's power. An Asura King... those monsters, deities and spirits from legends that battled the gods of the Celestial Realm!
Inside the conference room of the Kolkata police station, the police chief, the mayor, and the heads of several major city families sat on both sides, watching the footage before them.
The police chief did not dare to speak, as everyone present held a higher status than him. Even though he was a Kshatriya, in the eyes of these people, he was nothing more than a servant.
Thus, the first to speak was the councilman nad Singh. "Asura King Zangyue, you all should know of him, right?"
"We know. Asura King Rahtu. Among the Asura Kings who attacked the Celestial Realm twelve tis, his na is listed!"
Among the people present, a man dressed as a priest spoke up. "These are the deities and spirits, the monsters driven down to the Lower Realm by the celestial gods. They are monsters that ought to be annihilated! The great God Shiva eradicated them before. Now that they have descended once again, they will surely be destroyed!"
Everyone knew his identity. He was the Brahmin High Priest of Kolkata, and his na was Arjun, which ant courage and wisdom.
"So, an Asura has already descended upon our world. Where are your deities?"
Councilman Singh asked disdainfully.
"You! You are blaspheming the gods!" Arjun glared at him in deep dissatisfaction, but it did not have much of an effect. After all... the man was a Sikh and could indeed completely disregard him.
Ultimately, it was Mayor Pandit who stepped in to smooth things over. "Let us not argue like this. We are all mbers of Kolkata, and we need to provide an explanation. The transactions of the Singh Trading Company not only affect our profits but also concern the intentions of several international buyers!"
"If we allow this Asura to occupy the factory, the supply of international goods will be cut off within a few days, and we will face interrogation from their side!"
When it ca to making money, the crowd beca much more active, and they eagerly began to express their opinions.
"This is the symbol of our Advent of the Supernatural. Perhaps we can use it directly for propaganda, telling the people of the world that our Bharat also has its own Transcendent! This Transcendent is definitely stronger than Arica's Bishop of Destiny, Northern Europe's Dragon-Slaying Hero, and South Arica's Divine Warrior!"
"We should be able to make contact with him, right? He is a Dalit? From this mont on, he is a Brahmin. How could soone possessing a divine bloodline be a Dalit? The census officials from long ago must have made a mistake!"
"Exactly! His wife died, so we will just gift him wives! We can offer him won from the Brahmin and Kshatriya castes. He is a Transcendent, after all. Making him one of us is far more cost-effective!"
"Yes, yes, yes! I have quite a few daughters. If I give him one, won't he beco one of our own?"
"We could be even more radical. If he can contact an Asura, does that an he can contact the celestial gods too? We could have him contact the celestial gods to bestow blessings upon us! Then we just kill him directly, wouldn't that be better?"
"He is just a Dalit, does he really think he can climb over our heads?"
As expected of a brainstorming session, all sorts of plans were thrown on the table, instantly giving everyone much more confidence.
It was just an Asura, and a Dalit at that. Fooling him would be far too simple!
Many of them had the confidence to absorb him and make him one of their own.
Many years ago, when faced with the invading Aryans, this was exactly what they had done. Now, they could still do the sa.
However, at this mont, the Brahmin High Priest nad Arjun was clearly thinking much deeper than the people around him. He had a greater understanding of various legends, so a more miraculous idea took root in his mind.
'An Asura, isn't this our Chosen Warrior? An Asura is also a celestial god, and should also be a Brahmin. He should be our Divine Warrior! As long as he submits, he will directly beco our strength!'
'When that ti cos, the power in this city should also be replaced!'
Arjun stared fixedly at the Sikh, Singh. The only reason Sikhism was able to grow so powerful in this nation was because of their group of fearless warriors, was it not?
But now, their side had a true Divine Warrior. An Asura was also a celestial god, and an Asura's warrior was also a Brahmin's warrior!
Arjun was trembling with excitent. He seed to already envision the scene: leading this man who was an Asura warrior, slaughtering their way into the temples of these Sikhs, and loudly interrogating them:
"Our deities, our warrior Asura has appeared. Where are your Sikh deities?"
And this display could even be seamlessly transitioned over to Islam!
When that ti ca, he would be the great hero who forced countless Sikhs and even Muslims to convert to Hinduism!
Thinking up to this point, Arjun actually burst into laughter!
He did not notice that many others had also started laughing along with him, exchanging aningful glances with indescribable expressions.
Dreaming before achieving any actual success—this was their daily routine!
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