Legend of the Moon Crystal

Chapter 123 "Shows How Great He Is"

Listening to the chants of melodies from a music box and a disc, delivers a soothing song that makes his body lying in a bathtub of deep red— like blood, he said, it slowly became and became calmer in an actually gripping atmosphere. His right hand raised, stretched out to grab a thin glass holding glass filled with the same concentrated liquid, it could be easily guessed. Wines.

“How much longer are you going to keep me waiting? My time is not much, Ru.” His voice sounded cold. The girl who was soaking up her head turned to stare at the moron with her head turned upside down, and an accessory, a smile of death that would leave anyone who saw her stunned as well as mesmerized in horror.

At the very least, it took great courage for it— to stare at a pair of beads that were gleaming with madness.

“North, kill the thief, don't leave a trace of murder. The client asks for a corpse and asks for the most terrible death you can give, hahahahahahaha!!!”

Rema just looked coldly at the girl who was laughing at the fidelity. Without a word, he turned around, stepped away together with the door slowly closed, muffling the sound of laughter that was getting more and more crazy in the room at the end of the old hallway.

...***...

Setting her feet on the highest tower, the girl looked down with a cold gaze. Rema seemed to only have two expressions on her face, cold and excited when she saw the splash of blood.

The black robe she wore covered her sleeveless shirt and the equally black half thigh pants, revealing her pale white skin. His hands were full, holding each of the gleaming pointy weapons beneath the perfectly bright moon. His head looked up, narrowed at the moon and tilted his head. “The light really irritates me.”

With a small breath, Rema jumped from the height of the building. As he fell and landed, a powerful gale of wind blew a radius of 50 meters from his spot. Objects floated, dust billowed and people lapped, trying to rise when unable to resist the waves that greeted.

“Hai, nice to meet you guys.” Rema muttered indifferently, before the black-clothed people were able to respond, Rema had walked leisurely amidst a sea of headless bodies. Blood poured out, cluttering his robe and splashing on his ayah's face, but Rema ignored it, completely unperturbed by the small matter that had become commonplace to him.

“Where is the mouse hiding?” His inner being while scrolling his blood bead.

His gaze swept around him, until the bead greeted a painting that seemed quite interesting to his attention. The girl stepped slowly, her steps on the carpet of velvet creating a sound of jolt that echoes but is restrained. Every ear that hears it will feel the horror on their back. A sneer was created when he managed to discover a secret from the painting, a secret door.

The door was made of iron material that looked so sturdy. The maker must have a high ability, so that the door does not seem to have the slightest gap. Rema stopped her hand as she managed to get close to the door, as she tilted her head. His blood bead emitted a brighter color, in a glance, the pair of neutrals looked like melting embers.

There's a laser net in front of him, right at the door. Rema dispelled her smile before lightly raising her hand and making sweeping movements. In an instant, the laser disappeared like dust particles and disappeared as if a slider that could cut off a limb in an instant had never been there before. His right hand was stretched out, touching the iron door and opening it by destroying the key. Does that seem like a very difficult thing? Are they kidding?

Rema looked at them coldly and said with impatience. “You can step aside and let me get rid of that rat if you want to survive.”

They looked at each other, but did not let down their guard. Overwhelmed by the loud cry of the fat pig—man earlier, they immediately vied to attack him. Rema sighed sharply and raised her hand forming a sharp curve. The body of the first man who tried to attack him suddenly curved. The sound of bones creaking and breaking caused a horrified look from the people. In the end, the other four including the pig gaped in horror at the first man who was bent bloodstained on the floor. His eyes turned around, and his mouth opened very wide, for a few seconds able to scream viciously.

A cruel shadow of death loomed over them, and their bodies trembled without them being able to notice. There was only horror left, and they retreated with bated breaths as Rema raised her gaze towards the fat man behind the sofa, looking at him with wide eyes and sweat pouring out on his body full of fat that trembled in fear.

“Si-Who are you?! What do you want!” He tried everything possible in the midst of his fear.

Rema gave a cold smile. “I think you already know. Stealing something from us, of course you will get enough reply, to make you never be able to do it again.”

The man groaned, begging for mercy from Rema who started to raise her hand. “A-Ampuni me! I beg you to forgive me!!”

But the man did not know, that in the dictionary of Rema's life, there was never such a thing as mercy. Because of death and satisfaction, it can only make Rema alive.

...***...

After completing his mission, Rema stepped casually among the sea of people on a crowded night in the city. His smile flipped, when in an instant from the direction of the forest, there appeared a huge explosion that even the wind to where it was, showing how powerful the explosion was. The sighting of the red sea that scorched the old building in the middle of the forest invited people to scream and stare with panic and anxiety, but did not hide the curiosity they had on their faces.

Rema muttered, stepping cheerfully and interspersed with laughter that glided in her lips.

Rema, always leaving something to show how great she is.

Yogurt, LX