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Chapter 88

World of Art (8)

The mont Riman stepped onto the iron plate.

A triumphant smile appeared on Francis's lips.

'That stupid bastard...!'

High-voltage electricity was flowing through that iron plate.

Yet he voluntarily stepped onto it, so Francis could only be grateful.

Like that, Riman climbed onto the iron plate.

ZZZT!

Sparks flew as soon as Riman stepped on it.

However, at that mont.

HMMMM-

After seizing the flow of that power with his mana, Riman began to encroach upon it with his own mana.

The technique he had demonstrated several tis on the first floor.

Magic that projects one's own mana into external matter and energy to make it one's own.

Seizure.

CRACKLE...!

The current flowing through the iron plate soon flowed into Riman's grasp and began to coalesce into pitch-black electricity.

Seeing that, Francis intuitively felt that sothing was going wrong.

The opponent definitely stepped on the high-voltage current platform.

Yet far from being electrocuted, he was pulling that power and manipulating it at will.

"This bastard...!"

Of course, regardless of her reaction.

A spell had already been completed within Riman's grasp.

[Lightning Net]

From Riman's outstretched fingertips, a net of electricity split into dozens of strands burst out.

And that net covered the Death Puppet as it was.

ZZZT!

The electricity began to sear the Death Puppet's entire body.

[Lightning Net], it was a spell that spread multiple strands of electricity over a wide area to attack nurous enemies.

However, in exchange for gaining a wide range, the lethality itself wasn't that great.

So usually, it was magic used as a wide-area paralysis skill.

But it was different for the Death Puppet.

Due to its unique massive size, all the damage of the Lightning Net, which would normally be dispersed among many, was focused entirely on that one Death Puppet.

On top of that, Riman was currently standing on a platform flowing with high-voltage electricity.

Energy was being continuously supplied.

Like that, the net of black lightning seared the Death Puppet's entire body without hesitation.

SIZZLE!

"Grrrrk......!"

The Death Puppet twisted its whole body and helplessly shriveled up.

Using [Lightning Net] to suppress the bastard was a good move.

Because he could completely stop the Death Puppet's movent and simultaneously accumulate continuous damage.

The electricity constantly seared the Death Puppet's body, and the bastard's body slowly stopped moving.

But this alone wouldn't end it.

A core exists within the Death Puppet's body.

It is the key center responsible for the Death Puppet's regeneration and operation.

Unless that core is destroyed, the Death Puppet cannot be completely stopped.

Ultimately, a situation where he had to figure out the location of the core and destroy it.

Riman quietly stared at the Death Puppet's movents.

The bastard's body, which had been convulsing, was slowly coming to a halt.

Riman closely examined from which part the movent stopped.

Because the further away a part was from the core, the faster its movent ceased.

Tracing the bastard's movents like that, it wasn't difficult to pinpoint the location of the core.

'Found it.'

The location of the core was above the bastard's solar plexus.

Riman concentrated the Lightning Net, which had been spread wide, into one spot in an instant.

The mont the current that had been flowing widely gathered sharply to a single point.

SNAP!

The concentrated electricity instantly dug into the core and smashed it.

It was the end.

Regeneration was cut off, and the command system was shattered.

This giant corpse doll, having lost both its power and objective, finally stopped operating.

SSSS...-

The black lines that had been binding the corpses disappeared as if evaporating.

As the lines snapped, the corpses bound to them also collapsed.

The giant's form soon broke apart and scattered into dozens of bodies and hundreds of severed parts.

Ending the long insult, the dead finally returned to a proper death.

The only one feeling misfortune at this mont was Francis.

"No...!"

Francis's skin, which was already pale, turned even paler.

It was understandable since her trump card for battle was smashed right before her eyes.

"You... what the hell are you...!"

Francis stepped back little by little.

Riman approached such Francis bit by bit.

"I'm a Headhunter."

"What?"

"If you went around cutting off other people's heads, you should have been prepared to have your own head cut off too."

"This damn...!"

WHOOSH!

At that mont, a dozen tentacles burst out from the back of Francis's head.

These tentacles were an application of thoughtography.

A technique of extending and manifesting one's concept into reality, then pouring mana into it to grant physical force.

Francis extended these tentacles in all directions.

But the direction those tentacles headed was not toward Riman.

It was the surroundings.

CRASH, BANG!!

Francis began to make a ss of the studio.

She indiscriminately knocked down tall shelves and toppled furniture.

Shelves high enough to touch the ceiling began to collapse one after another like dominoes.

On top of that, the junk and human corpses that had been on the shelves poured down like a tide.

RUMBLE!

The things that poured down piled up as they were and beca a barricade.

In other words, Francis had no intention of beating Riman from the start.

Her only goal was to delay Riman's advance sohow and then flee.

And that strategy hit the mark.

"Tsk...!"

Riman struck away and blocked the pouring and surging things with his barrier.

In fact, soone of Riman's level could break through this degree of obstruction anyti.

But to protect Woo Yeong-tae behind his back, he couldn't move carelessly.

Because if buried under a falling shelf, an ordinary person like Woo Yeong-tae would die instantly.

Riman said to Woo Yeong-tae.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes? Ah, yes."

Riman aid his fingertip at the collar fastened around the guy's neck.

[Incision]

SNIP.

After cutting off the collar and the restraints on his hands and feet like that, he said.

"Wait here for now."

"Where are you going......?"

"I have to catch Francis. If I lose her here, there's no answer."

Because if he lost her now, she would probably hide deeper.

He had to catch her within tonight by any ans necessary.

Riman emitted a shockwave from the back of his boots.

WHOOSH!

Riman disappeared from Woo Yeong-tae's sight.

* * *

"Huff, huff......!"

Francis was running while gasping for breath.

The place she was running was the rooftop of the building next to the studio.

She was jumping between buildings using her tentacles like wires.

The reason for fleeing over buildings instead of the road was simple.

Because if she fled along the road, her route could be predicted.

On the other hand, if she ignored the roads and ran over buildings, it was difficult for the pursuer to predict her route.

Thinking she had gotten far enough away, she hid behind a rooftop air conditioner unit and caught her breath.

'Just what is that bastard doing?'

The Death Puppet she made just a mont ago was truly a masterpiece among masterpieces.

Although it was just a prediction, its specs were probably enough to fully engage even a Mage in battle.

Yet to be destroyed by a single electric strike.

'...There's an expert of that level among Headhunters?'

Furthermore, he didn't just destroy the Death Puppet.

The fact that he ca up to the floor where the studio was located ant he had wiped out even the security forces on the first floor.

He was an expert whose level was already far beyond the average.

'...This won't do.'

Francis took out her phone.

And made a call sowhere.

"...Yes, Mayor. It's Francis."

To her patron, she requested.

"...Please help ."

A request for reinforcents.

Francis explained the current situation and transmitted her location information.

Simultaneously with her request being received, the private soldiers under the city governnt began to move.

'...This should do it. When the reinforcents arrive, I'll imdiately take an aerobile with them and leave this place.'

When her thoughts reached this point, Francis suddenly felt rage surging.

Not only did she lose her studio, but she also ended up miserably running away with her tail between her legs.

'...Once I succeed in escaping, I should kill about 10 people.'

Without even needing to make them into paintings, I should just catch and kill them.

Because otherwise, I don't think I can relieve this anger.

Just then, while she was hiding in a secluded spot waiting for a chance to escape.

"Are you there, Francis?"

Riman's voice was heard from a distance.

Francis felt goosebumps rising all along her spine.

'Damn it, how did he find this place...?!'

Francis did not respond to Riman's call.

Instead, she just stayed quiet, holding her breath.

'Pass by, you bastard. Just pass by...!'

However, Riman did not move according to her expectations.

"I can see you behind that air conditioner unit. Co out, you punk."

"......!"

Since the situation turned out like this, she couldn't hide any longer.

Francis raised her body from the shadow of the air conditioner unit.

Under the night sky with a half-moon.

At the mont when the hunter and the prey finally faced each other alone.

Riman spoke.

"Found you."

"How much were you promised for killing ?"

"What?"

Francis imdiately attempted to negotiate with Riman.

It was for two reasons.

First, reinforcents from the city governnt were currently on their way.

Delaying ti was a favorable situation for Francis.

And second, because she didn't think she could win even if she fought.

'Of course, if I use

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