Swish!
Watching Ur's back, Singer's expression gradually twisted. Just as he raised his demonic hand to strike Ur, a blade flashed, and he realized his demonic hand was gone.
[!!!∑(°Д°ノ)ノ]
Singer was stunned. Seeing Ur's half-smile and the sword in his hand, he stepped back in fright.
"When did you notice?" Singer asked, his face dark.
Ur blinked. "Notice? Notice what?"
Singer blinked, confused. "Don't lie. If you hadn't noticed something unusual about me, how could you have been on guard?"
"Oh! That, you really overthink. I didn't actually notice anything wrong with you. You're just too weak. The hostility you showed before attacking was so obvious, it's impossible not to notice!" Ur spread his hands, wearing a look that said: I'd keep it low-key if my skills allowed it.
Singer: "…."
"I f***ing—#￥%@…" Singer felt as if his heart had been pierced. Seeing Ur's smug expression made him want to both curse and strike.
Ur watched with mild amusement as Singer's face twisted through a series of expressions, like a Peking opera mask. Despite losing his arm, there was no pain visible—only fear, anger, and disbelief.
'Does he… not feel pain?' Ur wondered.
By now, Ur could guess some of the situation. Clearly, the Beast Apostles were conducting secret experiments here. Both the previous trash creatures and Singer were results of these experiments. Though what exact role Singer played remained unclear.
Ur hadn't lied; until Singer made his move, he hadn't realized Singer's abnormality. But because of the strange mission Singer had initiated against Fairy Tail before, Ur had maintained a cautious eye toward him.
In short, Singer was getting what he deserved.
"By the way, why do you do this? Wouldn't it be better to live quietly as a wealthy man?" Ur asked, genuinely confused about the mindset of the rich in this world. Singer, and similarly the nobles in the Kingdom of Kiyin, had immense wealth yet seemed intent on courting danger.
The wealthy really liked to play!
"You don't understand!" Singer suddenly became agitated. "What's the use of being rich? What's the use of money? Even if I have billions, so what?"
Ur: "·······"
Suddenly, he felt a pang in his chest.
"Even if I earn all the money in the world, it's meaningless if I don't have the life to spend it. I've spent my whole life harming my body to make money. Now I have less than a year left to live. On top of that, I've never had a magical aptitude, so I can't even heal myself. Can you understand my despair?" Singer's eyes glowed red with madness.
Ur remained silent.
Medical technology in this world wasn't very advanced, but magic allowed for miracles. Although wealthy people couldn't use magic themselves, they could condense magic in their bodies to enhance their physique, reduce disease, and even extend their lifespan.
But someone like Singer, with no magic to cultivate, faced a grim situation. Without it, many potions were useless, as the body couldn't absorb their magical essence.
"So now, can you heal your injuries this way?" Ur asked.
"Of course! This is the legendary 'Gelf's Magic Formula.' I went through immense effort to gather it, issuing missions across Fiore's guilds and even hiring a dark guild as bodyguards. Now, not only are my injuries gone, but I've also gained power capable of dominating the world… Hahaha!" By the end, Singer could no longer hide his pride, laughing wildly, his face twisted with pride.
"I see." Ur finally understood. "So your urgent pursuit of Jericho wasn't really about the 'Heart of Lanyang' gem?"
"Exactly. A mere gem, I wouldn't care if some fool stole it. But that fool discovered my formula. Even though he didn't steal it, anyone who has seen it cannot be allowed to live…" Singer sneered.
Through Singer's explanation, Ur finally pieced together the recent events.
So this guy… was the real mastermind all along.
However, after hearing Singer's story, for some reason, Ur felt a pang in his chest again. Probably just his imagination.
Hmm? Why "again"?
With all the truth revealed, Ur had no interest in continuing to argue with this trash leader.
Slowly drawing his sword, Ur said, "Alright, sir. Controlling the world is a job for a delusional teenager. You're already an adult—it's time to face reality."
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