So I took care of this mess and came upstairs after sealing the basement, and it felt really good to tease those bastards like that. But when I came up, I smelled a strange sweet scent, which felt good, but it was way too good to come from my office, so it clearly meant that someone entered it without my permission.
So I gestured to Antak to be cautious and check the mess; while finding it as a chance, he disappeared for a few moments and came back while holding his head. Well, I was pretty shocked to see that someone managed to make this bastard return with an empty stomach, and I asked, "Hey, what happened to you? Why are you rubbing your head instead of your stomach? What happened?"
Hearing my worry, he took a deep breath and spoke while rubbing his head in pain. "Brat, there is a strange drunkard guy who was sitting in front of your office, and when I tried to look into his head for info, I felt a huge tremor in my head, and I was forced to return."
Hearing and seeing such a condition of this bastard was making me curious and also worried, because if someone could manage to push this creep away, then I didn't want to imagine what that asshole could do. While feeling the terror, I gripped my bat more tightly and took a puff of my cigar; that was enough for making my terror dissolve into smoke.
Soon I came out and looked at the entrance of my office and saw that a drunkard was really lying on my office's steps and was looking somewhat happy while drinking. And he seemed like a pretty normal drunkard to me, like the same shabby look, overgrown hair, shattered clothes and a bottle of 'Old rum!'
Seeing this bottle, I was pretty sure that this guy at least had a taste, so I sat beside him and began to look at him carefully, but I couldn't just ignore Antak's warning, as he was one of the strongest spirits in my office collection, and he was strongest, so his warning could also become real.
So I tried to offer my precious cigar to him; and when he felt the cigar in his hands, he began to laugh wholeheartedly. Just as I was about to light his cigar, my lighter's flame vanished, and his cigar started to burn on its own, and he took a puff of it while taking a deep breath.
Well, I was pretty impressed by his such behavior and his attire, and he mostly resembled me in clothing sense, so I was feeling kind of brotherhood towards him, and he spoke in a pretty deep voice, "So I guess that child was with you!"
Hearing his words made me feel the pressure of this drunkard, as he was saying "child" to Antak, but to think, he wasn't looking that elderly; he wasn't looking more than 40, and Antak's age was even unknown to me.
So I felt that this bastard was truly something else, and messing with him couldn't end better in any position, but I have a worm in my ass to always mess with those who are stronger than me.
So I also spoke in a pretty deep voice: "Yeah, that guy was with me. Do you have any problem with it? You smacked his head really hard, huh? So you tell me, asshole, why are you here?" Hearing my question brought another insane bout of laughter from him, and I was pretty much taken back by this laughter, as this bastard wasn't clarifying if he was here to fight or talk.
Well, if this motherfucker was in the mood to fight, then I could have also started hitting him, but if he was here to talk, then why was this bastard drinking his bottle alone? He should also share it like how I did, and seeing this behavior, I felt that this bastard didn't have that drunkard brotherhood feeling.
So after laughing for some time, an immense aura rushed from him, a purple, intensely dark aura, and Antak quickly came to my side, and this bastard was feeling like a pretty big deal, like Antak wasn't looking that good while fighting with him, so I thought of using something that I never did in my entire life: to talk things out! But this option had the least amount of success.
And if I would have tried to fight him, I might have had more chances to succeed, but this was an option that I couldn't even think about getting successful with, so I took a puff from my cigar and began to speak in a deep tone. "Calm down, asshole; if you don't want to share the drink, then don't. But how about we sit down and solve this mess with drinks?"
While I was getting ready to unleash my bat on his face the moment he would deny my request or try to attack me, I even gestured towards this creep to make sure that if a fight broke out, then this bastard wouldn't leave in one piece.
Hearing my words, the drunkard jerk rubbed his beard and spoke in a passionate way, "Okay, kid, maybe I was not that nice with you, lying on the streets of the owner of this building, and when his minion came to me, I smacked his head, and now here, I am trying to scare the owner, and he is still asking me peacefully to talk things out!"
Hearing his words made me feel that hope was a really great thing and everything was possible in this world, but soon he began to laugh insanely, and the dense and creepy aura again started to surge from him, and he spoke: "So what? Why should I care about your little world or your useless realm? My world has already been destroyed, and this world will also meet its demise as soon as the war will happen, so why should I think about vermin like you?"
Hearing him made me realize how dumb I was, that I was still clinging to that useless hope, feeling the rage. I lifted my bat and, with a deep breath, hit him in the face, sending him flying from many buildings.
Well, both Antak and I were looking shocked that we actually sent him flying, but when I was getting happy, I noticed that something was dripping from my throat, and after I rubbed my throat, I felt something sticky and hot rushing out from it.
As Antak saw it, he screamed while holding my throat, "You brat, are you dumb? Why, instead of holding your wound, are you standing like a dead corpse? You really didn't notice, huh? The moment you turned to celebrate, he had already sliced your neck way too many times. And due to your spirits, you are still alive!"
Hearing his words made me realize that it wasn't a battle but rather it was a one-sided slaughter. So I thought that now I had released this fucker's true form, a manifestation of terror, that made me terrified of him till this very day.
So I began shouting while looking towards him, "You bastard, don't you dare turn your back on me, huh? I am about to completely unseal you, jerk!"