Chapter 100

“I’ve inflicted enough damage on you to kill you ten times over. Why aren’t you dead yet?”

According to the “Emma Survival Sutra,” Article 9, when facing an enemy who’s arrogant and full of themselves, it’s worth directly asking about their abilities. There’s a good chance they’ll inadvertently reveal their weaknesses.

“It’s simple. There are enough people willing to die in my place.”

Looking at Leon’s puzzled expression, the young man didn’t rush into action but instead leisurely observed him while slowly explaining, “I am a natural-born ruler, entitled to everything by right. And all of you, naturally subordinate to me, owe me everything—your labor, flesh, faith, even your lives… Do you understand now?”

So it’s either damage transfer or using “expendables” to take the fall? After successfully extracting useful information from the other party’s overly dramatic and middle-school-like declaration, Leon couldn’t help but marvel at how effective the Emma Survival Sutra truly was. He then probed further: “So… To kill you, I need to eliminate everyone under your control first?”

“That’s one way to put it.”

The young man nodded, then smiled as he asked, “But can you do it?”

“I’m the first heir of the Lane family, the undisputed next Duke Lionheart. So tell me, can you wipe out more than ninety thousand people scattered across the entire kingdom at once, or kill me ninety thousand times consecutively?”

“Don’t believe him!”

Just as Leon instinctively furrowed his brow, hesitating whether to strategically retreat, the Black Goat suddenly came alive and shouted, “Tricking others is one thing, but you dare lie right in front of us? Sure, you’re doing better than me by a smidge, but I can smell it—you’re barely at a third of your peak strength! And with the Yellow Path Bureau stationed in the Capital, don’t even think about spreading your influence beyond this street. If you dare expand your dominance outside this block, I’ll eat this building right here!”

“Tch… This is troublesome.”

Leon, whose gaze had returned to his vital points after catching a flicker of realization in the young man’s eyes, saw the latter frown slightly before shifting his gaze toward the sheep head in Leon’s hand.

“You’re going to betray me?”

“Huh???”

Confused by the question, the Black Goat paused for two seconds before bursting into rage, “Are you kidding me?! Betray *you*? I’M THE ORIGINAL! You’re just some splinter fragment…”

“What nonsense are you spouting?”

Interrupting the Black Goat’s curses without hesitation, the young man clenched his fist and pounded his chest forcefully, clearly dissatisfied. “Only the heart is the true origin of a demon! I am the original consciousness!

And you? You’re nothing but a false will that emerged from the remnants left behind when part of my horn broke off!”

“You’re the one spewing nonsense!”

Initially planning to recruit a “lackey,” only to have the lackey start talking big and outright denying his very existence, the Black Goat erupted in fury, glaring with wide eyes and roaring,

“You need a beating! Today I’ll teach you some manners! Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I’ll still…”

“…”

This Clearing Bureau employee sure is decisive.

Watching Leon deftly grab the sheep head and swiftly leap out the window, already thirty meters away in the blink of an eye, the young man could only sigh helplessly.

“You listen to me! That guy’s bluffing; there’s no way he has over ninety thousand lives! At most…”

“At most two or three thousand, right?”

Holding onto the Black Goat’s horns, Leon looked at the dense soul flames within Leon Manor, his lips slightly pale, sweat beading on his forehead as he said,

“To save someone earlier, I’d already expended quite a bit of stamina. Killing him repeatedly just now was like jogging several kilometers. With what little energy I have left, even if I condense it into the most efficient fine needles, I can probably only manage dozens of hits. Three thousand lives? No way I can drain them all. Why wouldn’t I run?”

“But you can use me…”

“No buts!”

Interrupting the Black Goat, Leon pointed at the residences surrounding the estate, his expression grim as he explained, “Even with your power, I could probably get fifty to sixty people to temporarily ‘rebel,’ but there are over two thousand residents around Leon Manor. Add in his hired servants, guards, etc., and the total number likely exceeds three thousand. Would fifty people make a difference?”

“But…”

“No buts!”

Seeing the Black Goat still trying to incite him, Leon frowned deeply and refused any reconsideration, “Even the Lane Family isn’t entirely deserving of death. Many are merely working for this estate and haven’t been involved in the Lanes’ misdeeds. Even if I had the ability to kill him three thousand times, I wouldn’t do it!”

After explaining his reasons for retreating, Leon spurred his broomstick, squeezing out the last bits of his remaining energy, speeding straight towards the Clearing Bureau headquarters! According to the “Emma Survival Sutra,” Rule One: If you can’t win, run home and call the Bureau Director! Unfortunately, while the Emma Survival Sutra remains infallible, events never unfold according to anyone’s wishes.

“But you can’t escape either!”

As the Black Goat finally finished his “but,” Leon, who was almost out of the estate, felt a sudden halt around him. In an instant, he lost his ability to hover and plummeted like a meteor toward the ground!

…

Heh, I never said I only control “people.” Smiling as he retracted the finger pointing at Leon, Bobby Lane back at the main building watched the distant figure crash into the ground from the sky, half his body buried deep in the earth.

Fool!

If I were a “lord,” Leon Manor would be my “territory,” the Lane Family members my “subjects,” and the airspace above it my “domain.” As long as your power doesn’t exceed mine, you have no right to fly here! Had you not fled unexpectedly, you would have died the moment you leaped out of the fifth floor… Hmm?

Seeing Leon struggle twice before climbing out of the ground and sprinting toward the exit, the young man couldn’t help but widen his eyes in surprise.

What?!

His physical resilience isn’t much stronger than an average person’s. Falling from a height of nearly twenty meters, how is he still alive?

(End of Chapter)