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I kept a satisfied expression as I noticed that my next body… what was it called again? King? Yeah, King had already secured the place for me. A good piece of land—isolated, secure… probably. A lot had happened. Right now, I was in vigilante mode… well, more like anti-hero, since "vigilante" is a whole different thing I don't feel like getting into. I looked around, and honestly, it was perfect. I had already bought it, so even better. I glanced at King, who was inspecting everything as if he were me; I had implanted something like that into him with a spell so he'd understand my tastes… and he nailed it.
"So this is mine?" I said, since I hadn't talked to anyone in a while and today I was feeling a bit more… talkative.
"That's right, boss. This place is perfect—no nosy people, and the few who pass by don't ask too many questions. This city is practically full of villains or people with bad intentions… perfect for your plans."
I nodded as I felt a connection…
…cut off.
…
…
I frowned slightly.
My connection with Jonny was gone.
I raised an eyebrow, confused… but didn't think too much of it for now.
I looked around and noticed the materials were already prepared: barrels, firewood, candles, different types of blood…
And then I saw them.
Bodies.
"…The bodies are already here?" I thought, slightly surprised.
I looked at King.
He simply nodded.
"Yes, boss. I brought the ones with the highest concentration of chaos I could find."
I smiled.
That…
Sped things up.
I nodded in satisfaction.
I could begin.
I signaled King to keep anyone from entering. He nodded and pressed a few buttons, soundproofing the entire place, making sure nothing escaped… not even the smell, which would soon get pretty strong. Luckily, I'm considerate, so I gave him a mask to avoid getting sick. Gotta take care of my future body, you know?
We both dragged several bodies to the center while, using magic, I opened a massive hole downward.
Once it was done, I grabbed a few permanent markers and started drawing at the bottom.
First, symbols.
Details no mortal mind could comprehend.
Only someone close to GOLB… or something like that… could even begin to interpret them.
Not that I am.
But you get the idea.
As I drew, I murmured quietly:
"Ret'ka… Vaal… Morth… Gol'eth…""Retention… adjust… remember… death…""Chaos… Gol… the only being…"
The words had no clear structure.
But the meaning…
Was there.
It took me the entire night just drawing, while King left after I ordered him to investigate why Jonny had stopped responding. Even the nearby rats weren't active… something wasn't right.
After several hours, I climbed out of the hole.
I wasn't done.
Not even close.
I cast a spell over the bodies to prevent them from decaying. I needed them as fresh as possible before starting everything.
"Kel'var… reten… mor'tha…"
The air grew heavy for a second…
Then returned to normal.
I sat down and looked at the hole, noticing how the symbols were starting to glow faintly.
I shook my head.
At this pace…
It would take me about two weeks to finish.
The spells I used were mostly for that ancient aesthetic. The older the language, the stronger the spell. The one I used was extremely old… even mortal monsters used it back when we were at the beginning of the end.
I left the place where I'd be spending quite some time. I flew back home—because, like an idiot, I forgot I could fly, haha. Using concealment spells, I arrived without issues and sat on the couch. Then I used a rat to check on King.
Shifting my perspective, I took control of the rat's body and moved into his office, jumping onto the desk since no one else was there.
King noticed me.
He felt my presence.
And with just a glance…
He started explaining.
For some reason, Jonny had been killed.
And the entire place was burned down with everyone inside.
Something good… and something bad.
Bad because now I'd have to find another way to gather evidence. Though I could do it easily with what I already have… I want to do it right.
I listened to the last recording from the microphone King had placed in Jonny's shoe.
I frowned.
A hooded figure entered through the window… killed him… and in his final moments, Jonny regained consciousness.
He said my name.
And mentioned something about mind control.
So now they're coming for me.
Right?
I shook my head as I extended my senses across the area.
Then I felt it.
A presence in the bathroom.
A boy.
Based on his build.
And his level of chaos was… interesting.
This…
Worked in my favor.
I wanted to switch bodies anyway.
I guess the Hero Association sent him to kill me.
Will he torture me?
Maybe.
But I won't give him that satisfaction.
As I walked toward the kitchen, I already had a clear plan.
First…
Act.
The kid would be there to confirm my "death."
When I reached the kitchen, I grabbed a knife and headed to the living room, sensing that chaos, waiting for the exact moment to enter the bathroom.
…
…
"It's time to put my acting skills to use," I thought with a smile.
I sat down and started crying.
"Why, Filis…? Why did you leave me…?" I said between sobs. I felt the person in the bathroom tense up… but he didn't move.
"I thought we had something… why did you let yourself get captured?" I continued, staying in character.
I fake-cried for several minutes to make it believable. While I was at it, I burned the computer and all the devices around.
After that, I slowly stood up.
"This life… has no meaning without you."
And then—
The sound.
As if I had cut myself.
The boy in the bathroom went silent.
Meanwhile, I released all the blood in this body, letting it spill across the floor while I made my face pale, simulating life fading from my eyes.
…
…
About 10 or 20 minutes passed.
I heard the bathroom door open.
The hooded boy looked at me.
With pity.
With disgust.
With repulsion.
"Pathetic," he said, kicking me and making my body shift slightly.
He examined the wound.
Deep.
Realistic.
"Tsk…" He shook his head.
"I would've preferred to investigate you… but the boss doesn't want loose ends."
He clicked his tongue.
"Too bad… seeing you this pathetic."
Then he started pouring gasoline all over the place.
From the floor, I watched him move, preparing everything to erase any trace.
Finally, he left.
But not before taking pictures.
Evidence.
Confirmation.
Of my "death."
I felt myself burn completely as the body turned to ashes. After an hour or two, I heard people arriving… but obviously, I was already gone.
I looked at the house of the body I used… while I was in my real form.
The Lich.
A skeleton.
"Damn… I'm all bones," I thought, slightly confused.
"Do I need calcium for this?"
I paused.
"…whatever."
Just in case, I'd grab something later.
I shook my head and started moving toward the place where I had begun my plans of… conquest.
Or rather—
"Plans to free humanity from the rulers that control them."
When I arrived, I began working on the other drawings—talismans included—using special paper over three centuries old. Even then, there were still things missing… but not for long. I took blood and started tracing symbols all over the place.
As I drew, I whispered:
"Ret'ka… vel nor… adjust…""Orath… en'kai… prayer…""Mortis… kalem… kill…""Innocent… vaal… consume…""Calam… dor'eth… calamity…"
The words weren't entirely understandable.
But the meaning…
Was clear.
Each symbol reacted slightly, as if alive, absorbing the blood while connecting with each other.
The air grew heavier.
Denser.
More… ancient.
And even so…
This was only the beginning.
End of Chapter 4.