Chapter 311 First Steps Into The Underworld
Percy McAllister POV
“We are rich. There are no consequences to our actions, so feel free to spoil yourself so more.”
This is the very first thing I rember hearing from my mother’s lips. Of course, this simply went back to when I was 3 or so, but that one sentence stuck with my whole life.
I was born into the McAllister family. We were among the higher echelons of noble society in Kein, but I didn’t have a father. Not that that mattered. Mother didn’t treat any differently, and neither did anyone else. To them, I was simply a very special boy.
But then it happened. Mother suddenly beca poor. According to the servants, misfortune hit us in the form of a monster from Larm. A creature caused so much havoc that the title ‘Witch’ was given to this creature. In one easy swoop, this creature managed to turn my life from heaven into hell.
My mother couldn’t deal with it. Neither the rioting from the poor folk who no longer saw any value in the nobles nor the insufferably stupid plots the other nobles ca up with to save their hides. Mother never said she was intelligent, but I believe her act of suicide was incredibly smart. If she didn’t, she would be tortured by the rioters once caught, and even if that didn’t happen, she definitely couldn’t live the life of a poor person. That could mostly be attributed to the fact that she was growing old.
I on the other hand, chose to live. I definitely didn’t want to live the life of a poor man, and I never intended to. I had already prepared myself for any sort of misfortune. It was simply sothing I’d learned from researching my father.
Take the story of my father for instance. From the way everyone talked, I surmised that my father wasn’t anybody important. Most likely simply a pasti for my mother in her earlier years. My curiosity couldn’t allow to ignore him, so I did a little background check.
That man was dead.
An unsurprising discovery, but the news that followed shocked . He died of a disease on a king-sized bed in a mansion after receiving dical attention from so of the world’s best doctors. He had a wife and two sons, all of whom were alive, healthy and quite rich.
This didn’t make sense to , so I looked further into him.
This man was born poor. He grew up poor. He was a slave at one point and was sold off to multiple places, till he eventually beca a prostitute in an organisation called ‘Tyvnn’s Night Palace’. From being a slave, this man worked his way up into becoming one of the most important workers in this organisation.
According to the report, he had an uncanny ability to coax the nobles that paid to spend the night with him into constantly ordering for him. He whispered honeyed words into those gullible nobles and stole a lot from right under their noses.
Mother was one of those nobles, and even then, she got left with . Still, he managed to get so deep into her head, she never once considered treating like trash. Probably because she actually didn’t care one bit about that entire situation.
After duping the nobles, he run away to the xar Empire where slavery was condoned and ‘Tyvnn’s Night Palace’ wouldn’t be able to get their hands on him. He found a woman and married her, then they got kids. He died when I turned twenty-four. Ten years years prior to the incident with the Mad Witch of the West.
There was a lesson to be learnt from these two. Although they ca from very different backgrounds, they both still ended up dying in pathetic ways. They simply had a stupid misconception. They assud that by having enough money, they would be alleviated of all consequences. Mother died out of suicide and that man died from multiple STD’s he’d contracted while working to achieve his money.
They just didn’t get it. Being rich didn’t suddenly remove all consequences. Being special did. And that was what I was. Special.
I had already begun to form an organisation a year after I researched into this man.
Not a single one of my accolades was of noble origin. A mad scientist pair, a human trafficker and a smuggler. Together, we ford a group known as the ‘Sub-Circle’ and quickly rose to power in the underworld. After the incident with the Mad Witch and my mother’s death, I decided it was ti to take my place as the king of Kein.
Truly, there were absolutely no consequences for a man like . Power, money and all the pretty little girls I could have ever wanted. They were all placed before . I indeed was special…
…
I thought I was different… special. But I wasn’t. My actions really did have consequences.
Subsequently during the ‘Sub-Circles’ rise to power, a pair of well-known rcenaries ca to join. They quickly rose up the ranks and both beca my personal attendants. Red and Grimm Black.
Unexpectedly, Red was my daughter… erh, son. I had soone perform experints to convert males to females, just for the fun of it, and used it on my son. After that, I got bored with the experint and order for his death. Sohow, he survived and ca back to my door with an assistant. A vampire.
Both were planning for my downfall, but it would seem they weren’t the only ones. The universe itself was seeking to prove wrong.
A monster captured . Put in my own dungeons and has done nothing but tortured . Sotis, when the monster didn’t co down to torture , I was left feeling anxious. With every loud sound I heard from above, I felt that I was inching dangerously towards death, but the monster never seed to give that to .
However, for so ti, I hadn’t heard or seen the monster. Occasionally, a monster with the form of Red would co down to feed poisoned food, but even they hadn’t been coming around lately. It was even worse with the nurous explosions and earthquakes I’d experienced.
Which was why right now, even as I sat in the darkness, my heart beats alone sounded like explosions. The sense that sothing bad was going to happen to had magnified tenfold. Sohow, I’d gone several days without torture, obviously they were saving for sothing far worse.
A treatnt beyond my understanding and a level of pain beyond manageable for .
I wanted to die, but they wouldn’t allow . I was being monitored all the ti, so even if I tried, I’d be stopped then punished. Death wasn’t an option for . I couldn’t rember the last ti I’d seen light. I never noticed just how dark the cellars were until spending so ti here.
How many days had it been? Weeks? Months? Maybe even a year.
“Rise and shine, McAllister.”
Like a ghost, a figure simply popped up before , radiating a certain light that could only be called holy. A beautiful, child-like entity who I could only describe as ‘God’.
She looked at with a confident smile. I could feel her vermillion gaze healing little by little.
Maybe… just maybe, I really was special. There was no way God would appear before soone common, right?
***
‘G-God!?’
That was the nonsense Percy McAllister spouted when he first saw . I didn’t pay any attention to that and rather healed him up to a sowhat presentable state and brought him up to speed.
I needed him to do so work. He was still technically the boss of the ‘Sub-Circle’ and so I could use him to my advantage.
According to Grimm’s report, there was a eting for mbers of the ‘Sub-Circle’ a few nights back, but not a single mber was present. They all sent projection stones to hold a conversation and both Grimm and Kawaii were the only physically present mbers which caused a bit of a shock for the other mbers.
It wasn’t a matter of them being present, but rather that they were both still alive. It had been over a month and no one had heard word from either of them. It was natural to assu they were dead, but this then raised questions about if their boss was alive.
Both Grimm and Kawaii imdiately confird his death to them, but that didn’t matter. I planned for them to simply say Percy had ordered them to keep his status a secret till he wanted it confird.
Ignoring that, the reason I wanted Percy was because of his n in the North. I wouldn’t mind just flying up to the North and wiping them out then threatening the ‘Sub-Circle’ into promoting my guild, but that was far too risky.
Without a doubt, I would be putting a ban on the mining or whatever they were doing there, but I preferred to do it in a less aggressive manner. With Percy as their leader, we could make them stop the mining, while investing into our guild and spreading its na to people of power.
Also, with his connections and power, there were limitless benefits to having him alive. I’d originally kept him alive as a bargaining chip in case the ‘Sub-Circle’ decided to co after us with everything they had, but right now, I honestly didn’t feel like anything in this world could hurt .
There was also the matter of the cloning projects. I wanted to stop them from cloning more war ogres, but I decided not to. The universe went to so extre extents to make more of them. I wasn’t going to stand in its way… I also just wanted an army of war ogres. I an, it’s freaking war ogres! Who the hell wouldn’t want that!?
This man was oddly enthusiastic about it.
I explained to him the dangers of trying to double cross and let him know that both Grimm and Kawaii were going to be monitoring him in my stead. I also placed a shadow demon in his shadow to end him in case he betrayed , as well as to protect him from any unseen dangers.
As soon as that was done, I created a portal that led straight to where Grimm and Kawaii where for this man to appear. They’d dress him up then hold a eting for ‘Sub-Circle’ and it was mandatory that everyone was present. They’d need to have an in-person eting with their new business partner – .
Having solved my problems quickly, a new issue ca up almost imdiately.
Both Kuro and Shitsuke ca before , in new bodies. Those were corpses that they’d taken over. I signed a demon contract with them that allowed them to remain in this world for an indefinite amount of ti provided I gave them about 10 corpses and 50 souls each.
It wasn’t like they wanted it, but that was an alternative to constantly supplying mana to them.
They then gave a rundown of what happened once they popped up here.
They quickly went to find new bodies and ended up in fights to help the West. Shitsuke going up against Pride and Kuro going up against a devil. This devil being Maou’s summon. I didn’t get why both were fighting, but none of that mattered seeing as neither died.
Maou’s summon was stronger than Kuro according to him, so it was fortunate the war ended so quickly. Shitsuke on the other hand had baffled. Of course, I knew that he was no slouch, but to have chosen to go up against [Pride] and to not die, I was left speechless.
He explained to just what exactly he had done to keep [Pride] at bay, even if only for a mont.
‘[War Room], eh? That’s how Shitsuke managed to fight him, but he still broke out. In that case, the issue with [War Room] is its finiteness.’
Don’t get wrong. [War Room] was an excellent ability, but if soone on the inside found it easy to shatter by simply overloading it with power, then it was pointless. The mont a spy got in and had enough power, there was no point.
In that case, the best thing to do was to remove this flaw. Eradicating the finiteness was also another issue, but maybe a solution would co up.
‘Seriously?’
Oh… so to eradicate [War Room]’s finiteness, if I could simply give it the infinite aspect of [Limitless], I’d be done.
[Fusion of [Limitless] and [War Room] has created the unique skill [Infinite Corridor]]
Ah… eh?
T-That was a joke. A suggestion thrown to the wind. I didn’t expect for such a fusion to be completed so quickly.
Oh, that was right. Basically skill fusions are perford instantaneously now. Go figure. But to think that it was this easy to create a unique skill. Maybe if I perford enough random fusions, I’d end up with every conceivable unique skill in the world?
Yeah right. As if.
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