Magus Supremacy

Chapter 918: Prepare it Down

Chapter 918

Tak. Tak. Tak. Thud.

"Ah...." Grey mused as he came to a halt, casually discarding Bale’s severed foot.

"You really thought you could do something to me? Ha.... Man... such delusional people. Fools is what you all are. Every single one of you. The Otherworlders, you, the Celestials, the Demons, and even this whole universe."

Grey’s eyes blazed with intensity, each word punctuated by another steady step forward.

Bale was shivering, his entire frame trembling with a primal terror.

He was now using his hands to shuffle backward across the floor in a desperate attempt to escape.

With every frantic movement, a fresh spray of red marked his path, staining the marble as he retreated.

But Grey continued his approach with unnervingly calm, measured footsteps.

He had already had enough. It was all becoming so tiring.

He never harbored ambitions of being a hero; he simply wished to remain in the background, to live peacefully with his mother and provide for Jesse.

But every single time, these people insisted on interfering with his life.

He had tried so hard to maintain his restraint.

He had promised his mother he would not succumb to a dark path, yet these bastards continued to push their luck with him.

Time and time again.

Because of this, he would not be the hero, nor would he play the villain.

He would simply have to become something more—

Whooosh—!

A massive fireball, launched by a terrified Bale, rushed toward him with blazing speed.

Grey tilted his body slightly to the side, evading the projectile with effortless grace.

When he refocused, he saw Bale frantically crawling away on his belly, pulling himself forward with his hands in a pathetic display of survival.

Janet stared at the man’s pitiful form with a deeply conflicted expression.

She didn’t know how to feel.

Compared to Cedric, Bale had always seemed much stronger—a man who commanded the destructive and powerful fire affinity.

She had sought a partner who could shield her from the world’s problems, and she believed she had found that in Bale.

Yet here he was, reduced to crawling away from a youth.

A youth who possessed power that dwarfed their own.

She glanced at Grey, a flicker of an unknown emotion passing through her eyes.

"Get away! Ge-Ge-Get away from me now!"

Bale screamed, the sound of those unhurried footsteps drawing closer and closer.

Spinning around, he swung his hand once more, sending a dozen fireballs crashing toward Grey.

But the warrior mage casually blinked out of sight, reappearing directly in front of Bale.

His sword lashed through the air in a blur of motion.

Soon enough, the town lord’s eyes widened as he saw another limb flying through the air, followed by a violent fountain of red that sprayed across the floor.

"Aaaaaargh!" Bale shrieked, the sound echoing off the high ceilings of the hall.

"What did you say earlier?" Grey asked, his voice steady despite the harrowing shrieks.

"... You made sure Lord Cedric suffered before he died?"

A slight twitch of suppressed fury crossed the mage’s face.

The sword vanished instantly, replaced by hands crackling with raw, blue lightning.

He reached forward, his fingers clamping onto the man’s head like a vice.

"Here. Suffer too."

The blue arcs of electricity blazed with a blinding intensity.

Bale’s eyes widened in sheer agony as the energy ravaged his internal systems.

He began to quiver uncontrollably, the electrifying force coursing through his very veins and locking his muscles in place.

"Aaaaaaaah!" Bale cried out once more, while a dark, twisted smile finally flashed across Grey’s face.

Amidst the screams, the Supreme Magus spoke:

"Remember? The first time we met, you screamed this way when I burnt your face. Ah... how history finds a way to repeat itself."

Removing his hand smoothly, a Ki sword materialized in his grip.

Bale began to breathe a shaky sigh of relief while shuddering, only for his eyes to widen in fresh agony.

An ear-piercing scream followed as Grey delivered a swift, fluid strike that incapacitated the man further, leaving him with grievous injuries as he wept in absolute despair.

Seeing his screaming visage, Grey’s anger refused to subside.

"Lord Cedric must have screamed more than this."

Yanking the man forward roughly, Grey proceeded to drive him into the ground with all his might, causing a deep crevice to materialize beneath them from the sheer impact.

Bale’s eyes widened, nearly rolling back into his head from the trauma.

Before he could lose consciousness, he was pulled up and slammed down again and again.

The floor became a mosaic of ruin, and Bale’s features grew increasingly mangled by the second.

The officials in the room, witnessing this display of unbridled wrath, felt their hearts lurch in panic.

They realized with terrifying clarity that if they did not act soon, this would be their reality as well.

Gulping in unison, they all took a single step forward, but Grey paused his assault.

"If you take one more step, I will make sure you suffer a fate much worse than he is suffering right now."

Lifting Bale upward to face him, Grey shot daggers into the man’s eyes before adding,

"So kindly wait your turns."

His words were cold—icy cold.

Bale stared into the boy’s eyes, unable to form a coherent word or even find a description for the magnitude of his suffering.

He was trapped in a world of immense pain.

How could a five-star mage like him be so easily dismantled by a mere youth?

No... this was no youth. This was something else entirely.

A hint of a dark glow appeared on Grey’s face.

"I was saying something earlier. You all think I’m an easy target? That you will just take someone close to me and I will keep quiet? The Otherworlders, you, the Celestials, the Demons... in fact, even if the universe itself dares cross my path, I will make it pay massively."

His eyes gleamed a dangerous shade of red as he paused for a moment before adding with a sinister smirk,

"You were saying this hall would witness my end?"

Grey chuckled darkly as he finally let the man go.

Bale remained on his knees, life pooling beneath him as he panted in a haze of exhaustion and agony.

"You lost to me all those years ago in this very hall. What made you even think you could have won today? Tsk."

Bale lifted his head to stare into the mage’s eyes one last time, his mouth moving several times before he finally managed to rasp out a final curse.

"Go—go—go to hell."

Grey smiled, a chilling expression that held no warmth.

"Go prepare it for me."

Swoosh—! Tchaaaaak—!

With a final, decisive movement, Bale was silenced.

A crimson fountain sprayed into the air as the man’s head rolled away, his body finally collapsing into the ruin of the hall he once thought he ruled.