Magus Supremacy - Chapter 657
Chapter 657: Too bad for you, I lied
CHAPTER 657
“You are free to go for speaking the truth.”
“Huh?!” Ash shouted in shock at what Grey had just done, his mouth wide agape, eyes widening in disbelief.
“Yes, you are all free to go. See, I have stepped out of the way and,” Grey continued, snapping his fingers, and instantly, the pair of lightning boots, swords, and residual attacks disappeared in a flash, leaving him standing calmly with his robe fluttering softly around his frame.
The men all looked at each other one at a time, hesitant and uncertain.
Could this be real? They didn’t think the man they had feared so much would truly let them go scot-free. It felt far too good to be true.
“You mean, we are really free to go? I can see my family again?” one man asked, his voice trembling, eyes moist with tears, and hands quivering uncontrollably in disbelief.
“I’m not standing in your path anymore, am I? You are free to leave,” Grey replied with a casual shrug.
The fifty men glanced at each other repeatedly, then back at Grey, who added a lazy yawn in response to their hesitant stares.
‘What is the Supreme Magus trying to do? I thought he was furious and wanted to tear them all apart.
So why is he letting them go? Is he serious about this?’ Ash thought, his heart pounding in tandem with the men’s.
“Hurry up before I change my mind. Chop chop now,” Grey said, clapping his hands and pointing at the staircase.
“Or is it because of me you refuse to move?” He raised an eyebrow, shook his head, and began walking away.
“There you go,” he muttered, striding past the men and leaving the path completely open.
They shuddered instinctively at the sight of him walking away, uncertain whether he would change his mind at any moment.
‘So he really is serious about this,’ Ash thought, exhaling a heavy sigh of relief.
“Screw this! I’m thankful for this opportunity,” a man shouted, breaking into tears as he bolted for the staircase, roughly three metres away.
Seeing one man make a break for it without any repercussions, the rest of the group suddenly found their courage and began sprinting down the stairs, screams of joy echoing as each step brought them closer to freedom.
Grey continued walking, unbothered, and soon arrived at the room he had been crafting in earlier.
He glanced inside and took in the blasted door, the failed weapons he had attempted to forge, and the ruined circle across the floor.
He paused, a few blurry images flashing rapidly through his mind, leaving him disoriented for a brief moment, but he shook it off.
He was already accustomed to the occasional intrusion of memories and the headache that always followed.
“Now that I think of it,” Grey muttered, as some of the men had already reached the staircase,
“I am indeed still pissed.”
BANG!
Grey vanished from sight and in the next instant appeared directly in front of the first man who had tried to escape.
Pointing his hand forward, a sharp wind attack erupted from his fingers, tearing a hole through the man’s head.
The others froze at the sudden bang.
They watched in horror as the man slid down slowly and slammed into the ground with a low, sickening thud.
Right in front of them stood the Supreme Magus.
Immediately, their hearts skipped multiple beats as they turned around to see Osric deep in combat with Killian.
“AHHHH!” The men screamed in terror, their voices high-pitched and panicked, and without hesitation, they turned and fled up the stairs in pure fright.
“Come on, where are you all running to? Come play with daddy some more,” Grey grinned widely behind his mask, two lightning swords materializing instantly in his hands.
In the blink of an eye, he was gone, moving with terrifying speed.
During the Aetherian Academy’s tournament, he had once removed the weights Yami Cromwell had given him for training.
In the process of battling the demons, the coliseum had been destroyed entirely, along with the heavy weights, leaving a lasting impression of his overwhelming power.
So now, without 400KG of iron pressing down on his body, Grey was faster than ever, especially since he had evolved into a stage 3 warrior.
He didn’t even need to rely heavily on lightning magic, as pure wind spells were enough to enhance his speed, which he was currently exploiting to devastating effect, annihilating the men attempting to flee.
From one man to another, all they saw was the devilish mask, the crackling lightning sword, and the sudden splash of red before they hit the ground.
He kept blitzing from one person to the next with terrifying precision and speed.
One of the men, in sheer frustration, pulled out his sword and swung it at Grey, aiming for his neck… or so he thought.
In reality, it was only an illusionary trick, and the next thing he knew, he collapsed to the ground with blood spurting violently from his neck.
Screams of agony filled the air as Grey continued his relentless massacre, cutting down man after man, until only one terrified individual remained from the fifty who had attempted to escape.
In utter fear, he fell onto his backside, hot tears streaming uncontrollably down his face as he slid backward, desperately trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and Grey.
“Pl… Please spare me,” the man cried, his voice quivering as he continued sliding backward, inching away in panic, while Grey advanced with deliberate, slow, and purposeful steps.
“Why? Why should I actually spare you, and for what reason exactly?” Grey asked, stopping to watch as the man continued retreating on his backside.
“Spare me because I have a family waiting for me at home. I joined a clan to provide for them, so please, spare me,” the man pleaded, his voice breaking as more tears streamed from his face.
“Don’t I also have a family waiting for me back home?” Grey asked, raising a brow.
“I have friends, relatives, and loved ones expecting my return—both in this world and my own. But you all attempted to take my life. Why? Because your leader commanded it?
If I were truly just some weak alchemist, I would be dead by now.
I would have been gone, and you all would be celebrating, laughing and partying, thinking you had done your leader’s bidding. Living your lives with your families while taking mine.”
The man paused, his sobbing ceased temporarily, yet tears continued to slide down his face.
“I will not pretend I am a saint either. I have killed people, some I do not even remember.
Today I killed again, yes, but I only did so because my life was at stake. My existence was threatened, so it became kill or be killed. I chose to kill.
But what harm have I ever caused you? How did I ever offend any of you so that you were willing to take my life? Is it because I make pills and seek to sell them to earn money and fame for myself?
I trained, I grew stronger, so I could survive unexpected threats and deaths like this. So what is your excuse for weakness? Tell me!” Grey shouted, glaring down at the man who could not form a single word in reply.
“Why did you say we could leave only for you to end up killing us?” the man asked weakly as he struggled to rise to his knees, his head hanging low in shame and despair.
“You know what is even more fun than killing?” Grey asked with a wide grin, leaning forward ominously.
Then he answered his own question:
“Giving hope and then snatching it away. That is exhilarating. That is fulfilling. But it does not make me the villain.
To you, I am evil, yes. But this is simply the cycle of life. The strong are allowed to do and have whatever they desire,”
‘Supreme Magus… what has gotten into you?’ Ash thought, his expression a mix of confusion and horror.
“Yo… you promised to let us go. You promised we could see our families! You said it!” the man shouted, shooting up from his crouched position, tears falling continuously.
“I believed you. We all believed you! ARGH! I want to see my family!” he yelled, spinning around and attempting to make a desperate break for it.
“Too bad for you,” Grey muttered as he pointed a single finger at the man leaping toward the window in a frantic escape attempt.
“I lied,” he whispered, and then…
SWOOOOSH!
Two razor-sharp wind swords shot forth with blinding speed, striking the man and tearing a gaping hole through his chest.
Blood gushed into his mouth, spilling out as he coughed violently, then he slid across the floor and fell with a resounding, sickening thud.