Chapter 34

"WHO ARE YOU?"

Marcus boomed at the 3 culprits in front of him. The other one was still rooted deep into the ground. His
breath had stopped ages ago.

The Trio trembled before Marcus. What they thought was going to be easy as fuck!, was actually a
boss level set on ultra hardcore level.

"Ah, so you won't speak?"

Marcus stepped towards the man and raised his leg slowly as if wanting the man before him to watch
his actions.

He brought it down with a boom and broke the man's leg into two. The lower part flew up into the sky.
Blood spewed out like water from a fountain. Marcus grabbed a rock beside him and kicked it into the
wound. The loud scream of the man was followed by his voice crack. The Blood stopped oozing.

"Well that worked"

Marcus smiled innocently at them. His eyes were closed. His calm turquoise green pupils returned
once he opened them.

"If you want to live, then tell me now, who are you guys, why are you here and mainly....Who sent you?"

It was still silence from the trio. Marcus stretched neck, He felt good when it cracked a bit.

"So....You've Chosen Death!?"

Marcus said as he raised his right hand into the air, it was not his Galactic palm or fist but was his
normal punch which packed the power to explode a whole country.



(It's only a country now because of the power reduction due to The Flame Emperor's gifts.)

Just as he was about to land his strike, the lady who was the sniper shouted out.

"We are truly sorry, please don't kill us"

Marcus pulled back his punch and nodded. He bolted into his house and came back with a wooden
chair within a split second.

"You have two minutes"

He spoke as he sat on the chair slowly but leaned his torso outwards, towards the intruders.

"We...We are the Quadra Hydra"

"Hm!! Go on"

The lady gulped and continued. Her fellow assassins shook their head in disgust and fear.

"We are renowned assassins and used to be the member of the Mercenary Guild"

"We got a contract from an unknown source at our secret base. It was a letter and the payment of 2000
gold coins were already beside it."

"What did the letter say?"

Marcus asked, his hands on his chin and his face was twisted in a surprised and curious expression.

The Sniper lady hesitated for a second. She looked at her injured mates beside her. They both were
looking at her, pleading her not to say anymore. Even though pain got better of them.



It was a strict rule of their assassin crew, Not to leak anything about the contract, unless or until they
were successful in finishing off their target.

The Terrified lady had no other choice but speak. The person in front of her was not a... human.....in
any way!. He was a monster, No The God of Monsters.

"Well thank you"

Marcus smiled.

Telepathic reading was a perk of the Emperor's seed. Using this skill had helped in determining true
and honest court members in his palace during his rule.

The Lady gasped. There was no way she could hide anything from the beast in front of her.

"Now that you know you can't hide anything..."

Marcus said with an innocent smile on his face.

"Why don't you just spill the beans already"

His innocent smile faded in a second and turned into something ferocious.

The Sniper drooped her head down and maintained her sight with Marcus's legs.

Even though it was their strictest rule, there was no way she would sabotage a slight hope of living a
few breaths more for an useless crew rule.

"The Letter..It said...to capture the G Orno Family and especially The Elder Son"

She hesitated for a second but forced herself to speak out.



"Go on, continue"

"There was nothing else except the target address and the final payment amount on the rest of the
letter"

She finished her sentence and laid back on to the ground exhausted.

Marcus felt something heavy inside his chest. His heart was pumping harder than usual.

"I knew it"

Marcus whispered to himself.

From the day he had returned from the Dungeons to his Home, which was yesterday, He had felt as if
something or someone was watching him or knew he was here. It was as if that person behind this was
waiting for his arrival. He remembered he had reached Krozon in the evening around 4 pm. He
remembered the clock tower strike 4 in the evening when he passed through the town to his home.

"Wait!"

Marcus jolted up from the chair and the lady sat up with a jolt in front of him, forgetting all of her post
one sided battle exhaustion. The Chair flew into the woods and a small thump echoed from there.

"Tell me...When did that assasination contract arrive?"

"Eh?"

The sniper wondered and puzzled but thought hard about the contract for her and her crew's sake.

Her memory connected itself to yesterday evening. She imagined her walking towards the stone wall
and sliding it open slowly. The letter was there, right in front of her boots. She remembered picking it up



and opening it slowly.

She read the contract carefully and remembered the words perfectly. Cloy (The One Leg broken dude
who impersonated our little Evy) had called her from downstairs at that time.

She focused and remembered how she slid the rock wall close and bounced her way back downstairs,
taking a quick peek at the clock on the rock wall in front of her. It said...

"YESTERDAY!!! AT 3.58 PM!!!"

Marcus's eyes opened wide. He had guessed it right, he did have a stalker. But didn't know why the
stalker went after him. He was caught by surprise and he rubbed his chin in thought. He was sweating
a bit too, but his sweatshirt absorbed it quick.

There was a lot going inside his mind now as mysteries flushed its ABCD down his way. He shook of
his thoughts and struggled to clear his mind.

Soon.

His surprised face turned into a smiling scowl as his eyes glowed blood red.

"Whatever!. Atleast now I'll get a decent challenger"

Marcus grinned as he turned his back to the assassins. He raised both of his hands into the air.

The Shirt he had thrown before spread itself right before it landed on top of him and slid perfectly into
his arms.

Marcus pulled it to him and shook his hands a single time. He wiped off the sweat from his forehead
and turned his head towards the assassins.

He thought for a second. What was he supposed to do with them now?.



After a minute of deep thinking Marcus broke the silence with a chuckle.

"Why don't you guys..."

Marcus paused midway and turned his whole body towards them. His hands in his pockets and his
shirt wide open sticking to his sides. He manipulated the air around him to settle his hair.

"Work for me?"

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