Chapter 249: Conspiracy Slayer
[Conspiracy Slayer System (Level 8)]
[Power Punch (Level 4): 904 ntal Energy]
Upon seeing the information of two Systems in his vicinity, Compass Carburettor was alard. Even though he had expected his foes to track him down eventually, it was still shocking when it actually happened.
The teenager before him was the Host to the Conspiracy Slayer System. He was soone that loved detective stories since young and wished to unearth any and every conspiracy that happened around him.
Before the apocalypse struck, he had revealed the conspiracy of a politician, causing it to beco the news highlight for an entire week. He also brought to light a couple other conspiracies too.
And now, when he was moving towards Feora City due to the Quest he obtained recently, he ca across the fortress. And, the mont he observed it, his senses triggered, making him realise that so conspiracy was happening at place.
With that, he used his abilities to hurriedly track the location of Compass Carburettor, eventually jumping into his balcony.
'A troubleso foe has appeared.' Compass Carburettor felt his heart accelerating to trendous extents as he also felt the second foe calmly moving towards his back, positioning himself/herself in such a way that they would be able to prevent his escape. 'And there are two enemies to boot.'
This was the first ti he was confronting a System Host directly, without sches, without plans, not revealing his identity only at the end when he needed to go in for the kill. He was confronted by not one, but two System Hosts right off the bat.
But, his mind whirred as he sported an expression of puzzlent, stating in confusion, "What do you an by villain?"
"What else do you think?" The teenager smirked confidently, "That fortress is yours, right?"
"Which fortress?" Compass Carburettor raised his brows in ridicule, calmly taking a seat as he spoke, "I have many under my na."
"Compass Carburettor, a 37-year-old man with a blank slate for a past." The teenager iterated, calmly folding his arms, glancing at Grisha for a mont, "He suddenly appeared in Feora City one day and joined a café as a worker, taking advantage of the exact ti when the owner had visited. After that, he used it as a ans to eventually climb into the bed of the owner's daughter."
"And now, he's setting up a force to rule a major territory in this apocalypse." The teenager concluded, "Well, that's just the gist of things. There's more from where it ca from. Do you want to say more?"
"Well, you're right about that," Compass Carburettor nodded, smiling, "But, what does that have to be with you calling a villain? Have you never seen a rchant in your life before?"
"Nice retort, but it won't work on ." The teenager laughed, pointing at the ground floor, "There's an ant nest right below. And, I can feel that you share so connection with it. You are most definitely planning to do sothing with the ants that would cause suffering to the people."
"So, let humour you." Compass Carburettor waved his hand towards Grisha upon noticing that she was ready to kill the other party, informing her through telepathy, "Did you suffer under his hands before?"
"Three tis," Grisha replied, "He's one annoying bastard. I've tried to kill him many tis, but nothing works on him for so reason."
"Thought so. Anyone with a Slayer in their System na wouldn't be weak. They should be ridiculous opponents." Compass Carburettor replied, "Let handle this. Just be ready to handle our second enemy. They are currently at our six o'clock, 120 tres away."
He then relaxed on his seat a little more, sporting a casual smile while gazing at the teenager, "I'm a rchant in my beliefs. If you are worth your salt, you should have been able to obtain that info."
Seeing the teenager frown in response, his smile widened, "Anyway, tell . Just what would I get from oppressing people? Suppose let's consider whatever fort you ntioned as my property. How are the people living there? Suppose this fort didn't exist, how do you think the survival rate of the sa set of people would beco? Have you ever thought about it?"
The teenager visibly gritted his teeth as Compass Carburettor laughed, "No, right? I've seen people like you before. After obtaining so power, you'll be driven by a sense of justice and would work in exposing all the injustice in the world. But, you'll only investigate their darkness and not their light."
"So, consider the pros and cons of my actions. Assign them a nurical value and tell by subtracting the two. Is the result a positive or negative number? And, how big is this positive number?" He smiled.
"What…the heck are you saying?" The teenager's expression morphed in rage, "Are human lives sothing you can assign numbers to?"
"Human lives can't be assigned numbers. Are you an idiot?" Compass Carburettor rolled his eyes, throwing off the teenager's flow, "I'm assigning numbers to my actions. Well, if you had received an education, you might be able to use simple math to calculate this."
"Don't…mock ." The teenager gritted his teeth, fuming as a result. But, he didn't take action. In the start, when he had appeared, had Compass Carburettor taken action against him, then his hypothesis would have been verified.
Had Compass Carburettor refuted the claims, then he would be a liar and could be put down.
But, Compass Carburettor had instead posed a question, not one that told the teenager to look at the bright side or made an excuse that he didn't have a choice or the like. All he asked was to calculate the good and bad that he had done.
So, if he took action now, his pride wouldn't allow it to sit within him. That's why the teenager was angry.
As for Compass Carburettor, he had been vague about things from the start. He didn't know how much the teenager had figured out about his plans, but he had no intention to investigate into that. He was just leading the teenager into his pace.
And from the looks of things, it was working sowhat, 'Thankfully, it's not a mindless brute that does the talking with his fists.'
'Though, it seems the second foe is such a character…' Even though he was sporting a calm facade, Compass Carburettor was internally sweating.
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