Magus Supremacy - Chapter 652
Chapter 652: Offer Rejected
CHAPTER 652
“Oh really?” Grey asked again as he fully stepped forward while the men in front of him backed away.
“You want to speak with me with over two hundred men behind you, and you still caused chaos here?”
“You can’t blame me. One cannot be too cautious, especially since we were heading into the Crimson Lotus Clan’s territory. And who knows what tricks you might have up your sleeves.” Osric replied with a calm smile.
“Currently, I am beyond annoyed and I may sound composed, but trust me, my blood is boiling.” Grey began as he glared at the vice clan leader.
“So before I do anything further, you have three minutes to explain yourself.”
‘This same unsettling confidence that Alba noticed. Why does he always carry himself like this? What can an alchemist do against this many men? But wait… how did he send two men flying earlier?’ Ash thought as he glanced around until he peeked downstairs only to see that both men were knocked out cold.
“What don’t you understand? Why do you want to speak with him? Just run away already!” Killian shouted as he glared at Grey.
“Can you keep quiet for a moment?” Grey asked as he tilted his head towards Killian, his aura still spilling out that suffocating pressure.
“Now, speak.” He muttered as he turned his gaze back to Osric.
“Confidence. I like it. But too much of anything becomes terrible eventually. Kindly keep it in check.” Osric muttered as a slight frown crossed his face for the briefest moment before switching back to a pleasant smile.
“Okay, so it is simple.” He continued as he clapped his hands lightly.
“The reason I am here is because our leader has deemed you worthy.
He says he sees enormous potential in you and your achievements have already reached his ears, so he wants you to become his personal alchemist.
He wants you to join the Behemoth Clan. And of course, this comes with many benefits if you accept.
A personal quarters, countless bottles of the finest wine, fame, wealth, influence, and women or men if you are into that. So much more as long as you contin…”
“And if I refuse?” Grey asked, cutting him short.
“Hmm… Are you sure you want to refuse? Because the consequences of that choice are not pleasant.” Osric asked, a small frown appearing on his face.
“I repeat,” Grey said as he took a step forward, making his presence grow even more intimidating. “And if I refuse?”
“Then you will have to kiss this world goodbye.” Osric replied firmly.
“That was the order given. Make you join and if you refuse, make sure no other clan has you.”
“Well, too bad.” Grey clicked his tongue as a small smirk crossed his face. “I have already decided to stay with the Crimson Lotus Clan, so I refuse your offer.”
Silence.
Everywhere went eerily quiet for a moment. Only the soft howling wind and the pounding heartbeats of the men in the hallway remained.
“Ah… Is that your final decision?” Osric asked again.
‘No, no, no. We need to protect the Supreme Magus at all cost. Alba will kill me if anything happens to him.’ Killian thought as Ki began swirling around his feet and hands, prepared to pounce forward if needed.
“Yes, I refuse to join your clan, so you can pack this entire party up and go inform your leader that I,” Grey began as he started taking one step at a time, not toward Osric but toward the center of the hallway, gathering his aura with every stride,
“The Supreme Magus refuses to join your clan!”
“Ah… humans. Just a tiny trace of fame and they immediately let it climb into their skulls, behaving like they control everything.” Osric muttered as he shook his head slowly in disappointment.
“Wrong,” Grey stated as he stared at the man, his left eye glowing faintly through the mask.
“I do not act like I own the world. I own the world, and soon, this insignificant land will kneel, it will bend completely to the will of the Supreme Magus.”
‘That confidence again. What is he preparing to do? What exactly do you want to attempt? Do you have some weapon crafted to handle this level of danger?
Why is an alchemist like you so ridiculously overconfident? Just escape already!’ Ash roared inwardly as he slowly rose to his feet, his heartbeat racing.
“Fine then. If that is truly your final decision, what can I do?” Osric asked as he shrugged casually, pretending the answer meant nothing.
Then he turned around, his back facing Grey and the others.
“I am in no mood to kill right now, so let us head back, everyone.” The vice leader announced, leaving his men confused and unsure of what was happening.
‘Wait… did he not say he would kill the Supreme Magus if the offer was rejected? So why is he turning back now?’ Killian thought with a deep frown as he watched Osric walk away while his men remained rooted in place.
Grey still did not react.
His fists remained tightly clenched as he stared daggers at the departing warrior.
Osric walked for several seconds and had already reached the stairs when he paused, turned slowly, and revealed a wide grin.
“I lied.” Osric mumbled and then vanished like a streak of blurred motion, moving so quickly that in a heartbeat, he was directly in front of Grey.
So fast that even Killian failed to react. His jaw dropped open as he instinctively stretched his hand out in shock.
‘Damn it. That speed was insane! The Supreme Magu…’
“Too slow.” Grey whispered, and the faint sound of something crackling filled the air before a thunderous bang erupted.
Grey vanished like a ghostly streak, leaving empty space in front of Osric.
Osric’s punch smashed into the air with shocking force, creating another explosive soundwave that shook the hallway.
Everyone’s mouth hung open as the Supreme Magus appeared directly in front of Killian.
“As much as I want to beat him down myself, I will get my turn soon. For now, here.” Grey said as he reached into his robes and pulled out two swords.
One was pure obsidian, the other glowed with crimson heat. He handed both over to Killian.
“My swords!” Killian exclaimed, excitement overflowing as he snatched them eagerly. He felt the raw energy pulsing through each blade. When he looked closely, he noticed an initial on the hilt.
‘SM’
‘H… how did he dodge that punch so effortlessly?’ Ash wondered in disbelief as he stared at Grey’s back.
“Hold him down for a few minutes while I deal with the weaklings who ruined my crafting process.” Grey ordered calmly.
“What are you all waiting for? He rejected my offer. Kill him!” Osric shouted angrily as he glared at his forces.
Instantly, all three hundred and fifty men stirred in perfect unison and charged toward Grey with their weapons raised.
“I wanted to make this quick and painless for you all. But the more I think about how you ruined several minutes of delicate effort, the more I realize you deserve far worse.
I will make sure you suffer, suffer long and deeply until you beg me to end your lives quickly, and even then, I will not grant it easily.” Grey muttered as the wind began howling around him with such ferocity that the men froze instinctively.
Raising his hand, he pointed it forward like a rifle, and the swirling wind gathered and condensed tightly around his fingers.
“That is the Supreme Magus’ promise.” He said quietly and then…
Bang, bang, bang!