Genius Warlock Chapter 408

Novel: Genius Warlock Author: Yellow Coffee Updated: May 21, 2026

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I asked what you are doing now.

Human-at Chef reiterated the question to the nurous disciples and grand-disciples gathered around him.

They held kitchen knives in their hands, their eyes reflecting dissatisfaction and anger.

The atmosphere was undeniably tense.

However, undaunted, Human-at Chef continued to consu the roti de quisse before thema substantial piece of at.

It seed like an excessive portion for a single person to consu.

Yet, Human-at Chef expertly sliced and savored the well-cooked, thick at using a fork and knife.

Clatter. Clatter.

The clinking of utensils was the sole sound within the restaurant, now completely cut off from the outside world with the sign on the door reading and the curtains drawn.

Swoosh.

After finishing the sizable piece of at, Human-at Chef cleansed their palate with a crimson wine, a blend of human blood and wine that had aged together.

How is the taste of the wine, Master?

Excellent. A pure maiden, aged 30 years?

Yes, its sothing I took great care to procure from the establishnt I manage.

The man standing prominently among those surrounding Human-at Chef replied.

His na was Romang, a direct disciple of Human-at Chef, possessing broad shoulders and robust stature like his master, impeccably dressed.

Well managed.

After you entrusted it to , I devoted myself to its upkeep. It was an important business location, both financially and politically.

Human-at Chef did not dispute his words.

The bloody wine served as one of the primary sources of inco for Human-at Chefs organization, a substantial bribe for the elites of Galos and neighboring nations.

It was a miraculous wine that couldnt be acquired with re money, renowned for its ability to enhance health, Life-force, and beauty.

This was also the reason why Human-at Chef could openly operate his business in Galos without interference.

But no longer. Ive lost that precious business to the barbarians across the sea An establishnt Ive managed for 50 years.

Romangs voice seed icy, but beneath it lay a deep attachnt to his business and frustration at its loss.

Understandably so, given the imnse value of what seed like a small business.

Anger was an inevitable response, regardless of its value.

All of Human-at Chefs disciples hailed from the lower classes, individuals tired of having their possessions taken away.

Therefore, everyone present could empathize with that anger, except for Human-at Chef himself.

So?

His indifferent response silenced everyone.

We could have stopped it. I could have defended the business if I had stepped in myself instead of my disciples. I could have killed those arrogant Tower wizards and turned them into at. But you did not permit it, Master.

Are you dissatisfied?

Human-at Chef inquired while pouring the bloody wine.

Everyone here has lost their managed businesses. To Rokuri University, the police, the military. The reckless actions of your sister-

-Bang!

The wine bottle and glass in front of Human-at Chef shattered as if reflecting his emotions, splattering the bloody wine across the table and floor.

What a waste Continue your story.

The atmosphere shifted. The dozens of disciples and grand-disciples of Human-at Chef tensed up.

Though they had seldom witnessed him engage in conflict over the past century, his reputation was not to be underestimated.

One of the four pillars of the Black Hand.

But thats just a story of the past. Surely exaggerated

Summoning courage, Romang inquired.

I want to know your plan Why arent you responding more actively, even turning the police, military, Rokuri University, and even the Magic Tower into enemies? Soon, the paladins will co too, and the losses will be too great.

Romang voiced the curiosity that was shared by everyone present.

While they comprehended being embroiled in the turmoil caused by Human-at Chefs sister, they struggled to accept his passive stance in the face of mounting losses.

Becoming a warlock who feasted on humans was a ans to escape the fear of death and relish the worlds blessings.

Yet, Human-at Chefs response was brutally simple.

Why should I explain to livestock?

Romangs eyes widened. He had remained loyal to Human-at Chef for an entire human lifespan.

We dedicated ourselves to you, Master.

Livestock also dedicate themselves to humans. Cows plow fields, pigs breed, chickens lay eggs, horses carry loads. But do humans thank livestock?

Everyone in the restaurant instinctively recognized that these words werent ant as mockery. In fact, this acknowledgnt made them even more cutting.

No. When they can no longer plow, breed, lay eggs, or carry loads, rather than thanking them, humans kill them for at. For food on the table, or snacks for dogs.

Are we just livestock to you?

Of course. You beca my disciples, gaining power and immortality, in exchange for becoming my livestock.

Yes, we did. Thats right.

Romang nodded, dispersing the mana he had amassed by consuming nurous wizards and mana users.

The vast mana enveloped the fairly spacious restaurant, simultaneously causing a blackout that went unnoticed by ordinary individuals.

In the blink of an eye, so swift that even those with exceptional reflexes might have missed it, there was a fleeting sensation as if gravity had been negated. It could have been an illusion, but that brief mont felt incredibly real.

Its one of the spatial magics, teleportation magic.

Human-at Chef promptly recognized the technique employed by Romang.

Then, employing his magic, he drew back the curtains that covered the restaurant windows.

Swish

Strangely, instead of the cityscape, a view of the forest outside the windows greeted them.

Outside the Ravilli Forest?

Yes.

A good thod.

Human-at Chef acknowledged.

Indeed, it was a well-conceived strategy. Creating a structure identical to the restaurant, enhancing spatial synchronization, and then utilizing it as a catalyst for teleportation magic.

While it may have required significant ti and expense to prepare, it provided a reliable ans of utilizing complex spatial magic.

Thanks to this, we can attack without any reservations.

Human-at Chef spoke as if discussing soone elses business.

Almost as if on cue with his words, other disciples who had been waiting nearby surrounded the building.

Approximately a hundred in number. It was a flawless ambush.

Luring Human-at Chef to the restaurant in Zone 8, where disturbances were unlikely, and then isolating him in a remote location using spatial magic prepared over several months was a remarkable achievent.

It would have been an impossible feat without substantial ti, resources, and public discontent against Human-at Chef.

I agreed to beco livestock to learn the art of black magic from you, Master But I didnt expect to be treated exactly like livestock.

No livestock wants to be livestock. They are just powerless, thats why theyre livestock.

Whether his words stung or not, the composed Romang twitched and signaled. In response to his cue, the traitors encircling Human-at Chef, fueled by their anger, thrust their knives towards him.

Chalaralaralak!!

Dozens of dark blades hurtled towards Human-at Chef. In that mont, the emotions within him surged like waves, manifesting as colossal blades sweeping in all directions.

The crescent-shaped blades, resembling sharks slicing through the air, tore through both the traitors inside the building and the restaurants structure itself, shredding the floor, ceiling, and walls, and striking those outside.

In a single devastating counterattack, blood sprayed in all directions, and severed limbs rolled across the chaos.

The extent of the carnage was difficult to gauge, as everyone within the range of those dark blades suffered, and many sustained injuries beyond their regenerative capacities, crumbling into nothingness.

Shock and terror gripped everyone. They were aware of the masters reputation for strength, but they hadnt anticipated such an astonishing display of power while he remained seated.

However, what was done could not be undone, and there was no turning back.

The forr disciples and grand-disciples of Human-at Chef imdiately channeled imnse black magic into their bodies and launched an assault.

So enlarged their skeletons and muscles to colossal proportions, while others, without increasing their size but densifying their mass, turned a dark shade of red and pounced like wild beasts.

Each one presented a formidable adversary in their own right.

Yet, it proved futile.

As Human-at Chef drew a concealed French knife from his sleeve and swung it, robust muscles, steel-like bones, and armor-like keratinized skin all yielded as if they were re pudding.

The overwhelming nurical advantage appeared aningless.

To everyones astonishnt, Human-at Chef didnt even take a single step.

Krowarararararang!!!

Sothing enormous, sinuous like a snake and swift as lightning, wove its way through the hesitant crowd, drawing closer to Human-at Chef.

It was a bipedal wolf-like creature, a rather crude creation.

A werewolf?

Human-at Chef reacted swiftly and swung his knife.

This rough amalgamation of wolf and human exhibited surprising agility for its size, dodging Chefs blade and attempting to attack with its black magic-enhanced teeth and claws.

Thud!

Nevertheless, the werewolfs abdon was impaled by Chefs small yet potent knife.

Gurgh!

Awkwardly towering at over three ters in height, the colossal werewolf couldnt even flinch after being stabbed by the modest blade.

The blade bore a black magic spell, Stiffness, which caused the werewolfs body to stiffen. Human-at Chef observed the large but unwieldy creature and spoke.

Isnt this a real werewolf, not a chira? I never fed one, how did it consu one?

In response to Human-at Chefs inquiry, the werewolf, known for its resilience and regenerative abilities, replied.

My brother! He died crushed under a rock while driving a car

Slash!!

Before the werewolf could finish its statent, Human-at Chef swiftly raised his paring knife.

The werewolfs hide, capable of withstanding bullets, was effortlessly cleaved open, spilling forth a torrent of blood and entrails.

Splat.

Blood and entrails pooled on the floor.

As Human-at Chef contemplated whether to collect them, a colossal shadow lood overhead, obscuring the light above him.

Gazing upward, Human-at Chef beheld it.

A giant, at least 20 ters in stature.

It resembled a two-legged mountain, but what was more astonishing was that this form was not rely a product of magic; it was real.

A real giant has been consud.

Human-at Chef comnted, studying the traitor who had transford into a giant.

His absorption appeared incomplete, and his form was sowhat distorted, particularly in the lower half, which remained underdeveloped.

It was a failed consumption, at best a partial success. However, the undeniable fact remained that he had devoured a giant.

A giant from another world and an extinct werewolf.

The only plausible explanation was the opening of a portal to summon and consu beings from another realm.

I didnt teach him that, but he managed to do it anyway.

[I am no longer re livestock!!!]

The traitor, who had clumsily absorbed the giant, bellowed, veins bulging on his forehead and neck.

Thanks to the giants vocal cords, the scream, distinct from a humans, resonated throughout the forest. The traitor hoisted the giants arm and brought it crashing down with imnse force.

The giants colossal size, weight, and mass generated an atmospheric disturbance just by moving its arm, crashing down like a natural disaster.

The shockwave that ripped through the air was visible, and upon seeing it, the other traitors, despite their nearly-immortal regenerative abilities, scrambled away.

Intuitively, they understood that such a devastating attack could kill them instantly, regardless of their regeneration.

Amidst the fleeing crowd, only Human-at Chef remained unflinching.

He shifted the knife from his right hand to his left, clenched his empty hand, and launched an upward punch toward the descending cataclysm.

!!!!!

As fist t fist, an indescribable explosion reverberated, sending shockwaves like tidal waves in all directions, snapping trees and uprooting them.

It was a cataclysmic force akin to a teor strike.

But even more astonishing was the outco.

Remarkably, it wasnt Human-at Chefs fist that shattered but the giant-transford traitors.

[Agh Ahhhhh!!!]

The giant, its fist reduced to fragnts, bellowed in agony, shaking the forest, while Human-at Chef stood triumphantly on the shattered remnants.

As if nothing had occurred.

The only discernible damage Human-at Chef seed to have sustained was dirtied clothing and a slightly torn right sleeve due to the shockwave.

A limited edition sumr shirt.

Human-at Chef mumbled with regret.

It was an incomprehensible spectacle.

Evidently, he had thrown his punch using only the pure physical strength of his body, devoid of any black magic. How such a result could be possible was beyond comprehension.

The sight of the inexplicable overwheld the hundred-plus traitors.

Overwheld by the sheer might of Human-at Chef.

If he were to enhance his body with disease-based black magic, what kind of power could he wield? They all envisioned it, and that imagination quickly transford into fear.

Dont be afraid

The sole traitor who remained unafraid spoke up, and it was Romang.

The direct disciple of Human-at Chef himself had undergone a transformation.

He had grown threefold in size, red scales sprouted intermittently on his skin, jagged horns protruded from his head, and his arms and legs had morphed into sothing reminiscent of a massive reptile.

Did you eat a worm or sothing?

Human-at Chef taunted Romang.

However, Romang paid no heed to the remark and took a deep breath, drawing in a colossal amount of air into his expanded chest. Simultaneously, the red scales glowed nacingly like heated iron, radiating intense heat.

Despite it being sumr, smoke began to rise.

As the heat intensified, not only did the ground parch, but the surrounding trees twisted and withered, turning yellow.

Get away!

Sensing the ominous aura, other warlocks shouted, but it was too late.

Just as the warning was issued, Romang exhaled his breath, a mixture of fla and tempest.

The massive fla, too imnse to be rely described as red, incinerated everything in its path with the force to consu mountains.

Countless trees, rocks, the very ground, lakes, and even his comrades

Everything turned to ashes in an instant.

Except for Human-at Chef.

He erged unscathed from the flas, swiftly passing by the dragon-like Romang.

Snap Snap Crack. Crack.

Delicious.