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Chapter 187: You're Treating Me Like a Monkey
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Nepal, near the Himalayan Mountains, had been far from peaceful recently.
Many people had heard that a ruthless character had arrived, one who disregarded the local powers. Many had been killed by this man.
Moreover, many of the dead were not even left with intact corpses, their ends exceptionally tragic. The bodies of the local hoodlums who usually swaggered about could often be seen in the alleyways. These people, whom others dared not provoke, were now dying silently in one alley after another.
"Have you heard of Kamar-Taj?"
"No..."
Tony sighed, snapped the man's neck with one hand, and turned to another, shorter man. His tall, sturdy frame projected an immense sense of oppression over them.
No matter how weak Tony was, he was still a Level Three lifeform. To these Ordinary Humans, he was different in his very Life Essence, enough to crush them on a genetic level.
"Have you heard of Kamar-Taj?" Tony continued to ask.
The last remaining man was forced into a corner. Looking at the horribly dead companions around him, tears and snot streamed down his face. His spirit shattered, and he began to wail loudly.
"Have you heard of Kamar-Taj?" Tony asked again, forcing himself to be patient.
"There's no Kamar-Taj here! I've lived here since I was a child and I've never heard of any Kamar-Taj! I'm begging you, I was wrong, I shouldn't have tried to rob you, please let me go..."
Snap!
"You beg me, but who the hell am I supposed to beg? Who were the people you robbed in the past supposed to beg?"
Tony sighed and looked up at the sky in frustration.
Due to the high altitude, the clouds in the sky seemed incredibly low, as if one could reach out and grab them. Untouched by any industrial pollution, the sky spread a blanket of azure blue over the edge of this frigid, snowy plateau.
Nepal, situated on the southern slopes of the Himalayan Mountains, was a poor, small country with a weak economy and a small population. Stuck in such an awkward geographical position, it had no way to develop.
With the populace impoverished, the foreign tourists who came to admire the snow naturally became prime targets.
They robbed whomever they could. If they failed, they would simply apologize on the spot, laugh it off, and immediately turn to find their next target.
Tony's temper wasn't one to indulge this kind of scum. He'd kill as many as he could; once they were all dead, he'd be at peace, and no one would try to rob him again.
He had no time for capturing people alive, educating them, or persuading them to be good.
Killing all the dregs would naturally eliminate any superfluous problems.
His once-impatient heart had also calmed amidst the slaughter. He wasn't a Child of the Plane like Doctor Strange, nor was he one of those people who had learned Magic and recovered their health, intentionally released by Kamar-Taj to bait the crippled Doctor Strange.
Trying to find Kamar-Taj was a monumental problem.
During this time, he had killed sixty-one people, two of whom were even Mutants. They were all members of small, locally known groups engaged in sordid dealings and illicit trades. Tony felt no remorse killing such scum.
Many impoverished locals were indirectly saved by Tony. They were endlessly grateful to him, but at the same time, held him in immense fear.
A month had passed, and he had been repeating a similar process: find people, ask for directions, kill people. For the scum who couldn't answer, there was only one outcome: death.
"..."
A young boy ran over, darted past Tony, and rushed into the alley. Seeing the ground littered with corpses, he broke down in tears. He threw himself onto the last body, the one who had been begging for mercy, and hugged it tightly. He then looked up at Tony, his eyes filled with a bone-deep, unforgettable venom.
Tony stood silently, saying nothing. He stood with his back to the Sun and the blue sky. The Sunlight cast a long shadow on the ground before him. Where this shadow spread, it became a darkness that shrouded the light. And this darkness was slowly creeping closer, about to Devour the boy as well, letting out a savage, cruel sneer.
The boy looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. His skin was rough, a consequence of the knife-like gales of the plateau. His slightly childish face had a touch of high-altitude blush, and his hair was somewhat messy, as if he had run over without having time to tidy it.
"You shouldn't have run over, and you definitely shouldn't be looking at me with those eyes." Tony stood quietly at the alley's entrance, completely blocking the only sliver of Sunlight.
With every step he took, the shadow extending from his body spread a little further, making the darkness expand, eating away more of the light until it finally covered the entire narrow alley.
A fierce wind howled, carrying with it a few snowflakes. On the plateau, the most terrifying thing was not the low temperature, but the great winds that were sharper than knives. Every time one blew across your face, it felt like a vicious cut across the skin.
Tony walked over, reached out, and grabbed the boy, lifting him off the ground.
The boy struggled, kicking and punching, a flash of ecstasy and relief in his eyes. A small knife slid from his sleeve, and he stabbed directly at Tony. The motion was ruthless and precise, displaying a decisiveness that even most adults lacked.
A boy in his teens had already skillfully mastered the techniques of killing. Every movement was precise, without the slightest tremor, and he possessed a ruthless heart.
But the boy's expression froze. The knife struck Tony's body but couldn't move an inch. Tony's body could withstand handgun bullets, let alone a small knife.
"In the future, when Earth is plunged into endless war and chaos, among the Ordinary Humans, someone like you will definitely be one of the last to survive," Tony said, somewhat surprised, his tone carrying a note of praise.
His hand slowly tightened. The boy's neck was squeezed bit by bit, growing smaller and smaller. Once it reached a certain point, his neck would snap.
A familiar sound suddenly came through—the sizzling sound of countless sparks colliding.
The Magic of Kamar-Taj, something Tony had been dreaming of day and night, had finally appeared. The person who had been observing from the shadows could no longer hold back and finally jumped out.
"Stop, you Villain!"
A sparking portal of light suddenly appeared in front of Tony. The portal moved slowly, swiftly encircled the boy. Someone was trying to teleport the boy away directly.
But Tony's expression was cold and hard, showing no intention of letting go. He just watched with cold eyes as the portal shifted closer to him. With a simple contraction of this portal, his opponent could use Spatial Power to sever his arm, simultaneously rescuing the boy he was about to choke to death.
Tony held on tightly, refusing to loosen his grip in the slightest.
"I've been looking for you for a long, long time. Over a month, exposed to the wind and Sun. I believe that as a Monitor, it's impossible for you not to have noticed my actions... Yet you just played me like a monkey. It feels good watching a monkey show, doesn't it? A Metahuman with a bit of a reputation in the Outside World is nothing but a monkey for entertainment in the eyes of a noble Sorcerer. That must give you a great sense of accomplishment, right?"
"But unfortunately for you, I've never been good-tempered. In my eyes, you're not even as good as a monkey."
"What are you trying to do? Let that child go!" The Sorcerer suddenly had a terrible premonition. He controlled the portal, shrinking it bit by bit, trying to force Tony to let go, or else risk losing an arm.
"What am I doing? Isn't it obvious? I'm doing the very thing you were watching like a monkey show, except this time, the subject has changed..."
Tony yanked the boy in front of him. The moment he was clear of the portal, right in front of the well-dressed Sorcerer, he pressed his other hand against the boy's head and began to twist it, slowly. Before the Sorcerer's shocked and furious gaze, he twisted it clean off!
Snap!
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Nepal, near the Himalayan Mountains, had been far from peaceful recently.
Many people had heard that a ruthless character had arrived, one who disregarded the local powers. Many had been killed by this man.
Moreover, many of the dead were not even left with intact corpses, their ends exceptionally tragic. The bodies of the local hoodlums who usually swaggered about could often be seen in the alleyways. These people, whom others dared not provoke, were now dying silently in one alley after another.
"Have you heard of Kamar-Taj?"
"No..."
Tony sighed, snapped the man's neck with one hand, and turned to another, shorter man. His tall, sturdy frame projected an immense sense of oppression over them.
No matter how weak Tony was, he was still a Level Three lifeform. To these Ordinary Humans, he was different in his very Life Essence, enough to crush them on a genetic level.
"Have you heard of Kamar-Taj?" Tony continued to ask.
The last remaining man was forced into a corner. Looking at the horribly dead companions around him, tears and snot streamed down his face. His spirit shattered, and he began to wail loudly.
"Have you heard of Kamar-Taj?" Tony asked again, forcing himself to be patient.
"There's no Kamar-Taj here! I've lived here since I was a child and I've never heard of any Kamar-Taj! I'm begging you, I was wrong, I shouldn't have tried to rob you, please let me go..."
Snap!
"You beg me, but who the hell am I supposed to beg? Who were the people you robbed in the past supposed to beg?"
Tony sighed and looked up at the sky in frustration.
Due to the high altitude, the clouds in the sky seemed incredibly low, as if one could reach out and grab them. Untouched by any industrial pollution, the sky spread a blanket of azure blue over the edge of this frigid, snowy plateau.
Nepal, situated on the southern slopes of the Himalayan Mountains, was a poor, small country with a weak economy and a small population. Stuck in such an awkward geographical position, it had no way to develop.
With the populace impoverished, the foreign tourists who came to admire the snow naturally became prime targets.
They robbed whomever they could. If they failed, they would simply apologize on the spot, laugh it off, and immediately turn to find their next target.
Tony's temper wasn't one to indulge this kind of scum. He'd kill as many as he could; once they were all dead, he'd be at peace, and no one would try to rob him again.
He had no time for capturing people alive, educating them, or persuading them to be good.
Killing all the dregs would naturally eliminate any superfluous problems.
His once-impatient heart had also calmed amidst the slaughter. He wasn't a Child of the Plane like Doctor Strange, nor was he one of those people who had learned Magic and recovered their health, intentionally released by Kamar-Taj to bait the crippled Doctor Strange.
Trying to find Kamar-Taj was a monumental problem.
During this time, he had killed sixty-one people, two of whom were even Mutants. They were all members of small, locally known groups engaged in sordid dealings and illicit trades. Tony felt no remorse killing such scum.
Many impoverished locals were indirectly saved by Tony. They were endlessly grateful to him, but at the same time, held him in immense fear.
A month had passed, and he had been repeating a similar process: find people, ask for directions, kill people. For the scum who couldn't answer, there was only one outcome: death.
"..."
A young boy ran over, darted past Tony, and rushed into the alley. Seeing the ground littered with corpses, he broke down in tears. He threw himself onto the last body, the one who had been begging for mercy, and hugged it tightly. He then looked up at Tony, his eyes filled with a bone-deep, unforgettable venom.
Tony stood silently, saying nothing. He stood with his back to the Sun and the blue sky. The Sunlight cast a long shadow on the ground before him. Where this shadow spread, it became a darkness that shrouded the light. And this darkness was slowly creeping closer, about to Devour the boy as well, letting out a savage, cruel sneer.
The boy looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. His skin was rough, a consequence of the knife-like gales of the plateau. His slightly childish face had a touch of high-altitude blush, and his hair was somewhat messy, as if he had run over without having time to tidy it.
"You shouldn't have run over, and you definitely shouldn't be looking at me with those eyes." Tony stood quietly at the alley's entrance, completely blocking the only sliver of Sunlight.
With every step he took, the shadow extending from his body spread a little further, making the darkness expand, eating away more of the light until it finally covered the entire narrow alley.
A fierce wind howled, carrying with it a few snowflakes. On the plateau, the most terrifying thing was not the low temperature, but the great winds that were sharper than knives. Every time one blew across your face, it felt like a vicious cut across the skin.
Tony walked over, reached out, and grabbed the boy, lifting him off the ground.
The boy struggled, kicking and punching, a flash of ecstasy and relief in his eyes. A small knife slid from his sleeve, and he stabbed directly at Tony. The motion was ruthless and precise, displaying a decisiveness that even most adults lacked.
A boy in his teens had already skillfully mastered the techniques of killing. Every movement was precise, without the slightest tremor, and he possessed a ruthless heart.
But the boy's expression froze. The knife struck Tony's body but couldn't move an inch. Tony's body could withstand handgun bullets, let alone a small knife.
"In the future, when Earth is plunged into endless war and chaos, among the Ordinary Humans, someone like you will definitely be one of the last to survive," Tony said, somewhat surprised, his tone carrying a note of praise.
His hand slowly tightened. The boy's neck was squeezed bit by bit, growing smaller and smaller. Once it reached a certain point, his neck would snap.
A familiar sound suddenly came through—the sizzling sound of countless sparks colliding.
The Magic of Kamar-Taj, something Tony had been dreaming of day and night, had finally appeared. The person who had been observing from the shadows could no longer hold back and finally jumped out.
"Stop, you Villain!"
A sparking portal of light suddenly appeared in front of Tony. The portal moved slowly, swiftly encircled the boy. Someone was trying to teleport the boy away directly.
But Tony's expression was cold and hard, showing no intention of letting go. He just watched with cold eyes as the portal shifted closer to him. With a simple contraction of this portal, his opponent could use Spatial Power to sever his arm, simultaneously rescuing the boy he was about to choke to death.
Tony held on tightly, refusing to loosen his grip in the slightest.
"I've been looking for you for a long, long time. Over a month, exposed to the wind and Sun. I believe that as a Monitor, it's impossible for you not to have noticed my actions... Yet you just played me like a monkey. It feels good watching a monkey show, doesn't it? A Metahuman with a bit of a reputation in the Outside World is nothing but a monkey for entertainment in the eyes of a noble Sorcerer. That must give you a great sense of accomplishment, right?"
"But unfortunately for you, I've never been good-tempered. In my eyes, you're not even as good as a monkey."
"What are you trying to do? Let that child go!" The Sorcerer suddenly had a terrible premonition. He controlled the portal, shrinking it bit by bit, trying to force Tony to let go, or else risk losing an arm.
"What am I doing? Isn't it obvious? I'm doing the very thing you were watching like a monkey show, except this time, the subject has changed..."
Tony yanked the boy in front of him. The moment he was clear of the portal, right in front of the well-dressed Sorcerer, he pressed his other hand against the boy's head and began to twist it, slowly. Before the Sorcerer's shocked and furious gaze, he twisted it clean off!
Snap!
(end of chapter)
