Sora looked at the list of pyers as he teleported back to Ales with a scroll he still had. Not in a rush to make his move, he took some time to review the information he had.

  The first list taihree names, all members of the former [Rouge Sang] guild, each with their current guild and position.

  Fran?ois Segment: Level 59, Fuild Rank: Elder. Current guild: [Retour des Chasseurs].

  Current position: Boulevard Gambetta, N?mes, France.

  Gérard Deudeu: Level 53, Fuild Rank: Member. Current guild: [Retour des Chasseurs].

  Current position: Rochers Noirs Dungeon [Level 40 Zone], France.

  Nais Verdanks: Level 75, Fuild Rank: Rookie. Current guild: [Bck Mist].

  Current position: Napier Road, Karachi, Pakistan.

  Gérard Deudeu was the only oside the safety of a city, so Sora decided tet him first. While Gérard had only held the rank of member in [Rouge Sang], Sora had a hard time imagining that a guild hat meant 'Blood Red' could possibly be full of naive and i pyers..

  tag his information broker and asking him to rey Fran?ois's position every minute, he departed from Ales.

  He quickly arrived near N?mes, where Fran?ois Segment was also located, and headed directly to the dungeon. he rgest city near Alès, ce Sora knew well, having visited many times both before and after the world ged. The [Rochers Noirs] dungeon, once a popur tourist attra, now had its rocks bed and scorched by the arrival of level 40-45 monsters and a new enviro. It was also a good mining spot for those seeking charcoal and some ores he fot the names of.

  Seeing a group of pyers ehe dungeon, Sora noticed the pyer he was looking férard Deudeu. Waiting for Fran?ois Segment to leave the safety of Nimes, he hid a certain distance away.

  A few hours had passed, and at the dungeorance, Sora noticed a dozen pyers arriving, all wearing the [Retour des Chasseurs] guild tag. He quickly reized Gérard's guildmates. ‘So they’re still hunting pyers,’ Sora thought darkly. Surrounding a dungeon was extremely suspicious, and Sora had uood their iions from the way they stood, waiting in ambush.

  Before long, a group exited the dungeon, and among them was Gérard Deudeu. He was apanied by four other pyers eared exhausted from the battles inside. Sora watched as the dozen pyers slowly surrouhe group. His suspis were firmed. Gérard's guild was using the dungeon as a setup to rob and kill unsuspeg adventurers. 'Some people never ge... o hold back then' He mused.

  Not too far from the se, Kara sat calmly on a tree branch, with Hiyoko perched on her p. Her gaze sharpened when she saw the group closing in on the weakened party. She shook her head in disapproval, feeling a strong urge to step in and drain the life from the ambushers. However, she refrained, instead feeding Hiyoko some snacks while honing her innate skill by maniputing small zones of time around her, freezing and accelerating them at will.

  Gérard smiled smugly as his guildmates surrouhe adventurers. He knew what was ing. The leader of the party, a young archer named Dorian, noticed the ambush and called out cautiously, "What do you guys want?" He quickly messaged his party, telling them to prepare for a fight.

  "Nothing much," the leader of the ambushing group said casually. "That traitor behind you stole gold from our treasury."

  Dorian turo Gérard. "Is it true? Did you rob them?"

  Gérard, feigning innoce, replied, "No! I swear, Dorian, they’re lying. We've been through many dungeons, and you’ve known my character for more than a week now; I’m not someone who would take advantage of others."

  Dorian nodded slowly. "I didn’t think you were a thief, but I had to ask. But why didn’t you leave the guild if you had such bad blood with them?"

  Gérard spun his tale quickly, "I was worried about my little brother, who’s still in the guild and needs my prote. I old to repay what they falsely accused me of stealing. They said they’d leave us alone if I paid the full amount. That is why I joined yroup."

  vinced, Dorian turned back to the ambushers. "Do you have any proof of these accusations?"

  The ambushers, clearly bored of the versation, didn’t bother responding. Their leader simply raised a hand, signaling the attack.

  The ambush was swift. The dozen pyers attacked in pairs and trios, quickly overwhelming the tired party. Dorian barely had time to react before chaos broke out.

  Dorian's party found themselves pletely drained of mana after beating the dungeon, their spells growing weaker with every cast. Desperation was settling in, and Dorian, reizing that their situation had bee dire, called out to his teammates.

  “Use your escape tools! Now!” he shouted in the party chat, his voice hoarse from exhaustion. He gnced around as his team took invisibility scrolls, teleportation talismans, anything that could get them out of this ambush alive.

  But then, from the er of his eye, he saw Gérard moving—deliberately. Gérard, standing behind their healer, was reag out, bde in hand, not towards the enemies but towards the teleportation scroll she held. Time seemed to slow for Dorian as Gérard sshed at the fragile part.

  "No!" Dorian shouted, but it was too te. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” Dorian screamed at Gérard, panig his voice as the realization dawned on him. They were beirayed.

  Gérard didn’t even flinch at Dorian's outburst. Instead, he simply smirked—a cold smile—as the rest of his guildmates moved in to finish the job. They had mao interrupt all the pyers from using their escape tools, and Dorian’s party, already tired from the dungeon, stood no ce against the ambushers.

  “This was your pn all along,” Dorian muttered bitterly, his gaze flickeriween Gérard and the advang enemies. His voice was shaky, but his grip on his bow tightened, refusing to give in without a fight.

  "I tried to tell you," Gérard said with a mog toepping back as his guildmates advanced. "But you were too naive, Dorian."

  As Gérard raised his sword to deliver the final blow, his eyes beamed with satisfa. Dorian, injured and drained, could barely lift his arms to defend himself. Looking at his healer, she didn't seem to be doing much better, so he couldn't expey help. The bde cut through the air, aiming straight for Dorian’s neck, but just as it was about to ect, a barrier appeared out of nowhere, halting the strike with a loud g.

  The shockwave spread through the battlefield, sending Gérard stumbling backward in surprise. His eyes widened, his bde vibrating from the force. “What the…?” he muttered, bewildered by the sudden interruption.

  The rest of his guildmates, sensing something was off, hesitated, looking around for the source of the disturbance. And then they saw him.

  Someone emerged from the shadows, calm yet exuding an overwhelming pressure that made the etlefield shudder in fear. His steps were slow, deliberate, his presence suffog. Sora had a cold look in his eyes, ohat sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. His hand reached for what seemed to be a staff strapped to his back, his aura fring around him like a storm about to break.The dozen attackers surrounding the group tried probing for his level, but their faces torted in horror as they found nothing—they couldn’t see his level at all.

  “Gérard… I wao have a chat with you. Do you have a few minutes?” Sora’s voice was calm. His gaze shifted from Gérard to the surrounding attackers, his expression unreadable. He had just received the message he was waiting for, and could finally act.

  “W-With me?! What did I do?!” Gérard’s voice wavered, panic bubblih the surface. He didn't reize the figure standing before him but feared the worst. 'Did I kill some big shot's family member without knowing? Damn it, we always made sure no one escapes alive!' His thoughts raced, awisting inside him.

  But Sora didn’t respond to the outburst. He simply tinued walking, his mana swirling ominously. Beférard could react further, Sora tightened his grip over the staff. In an instant, he vanished from sight, reappearing directly in front of one of Gérard’s guildmates. There was n, no ce for defense. Sora’s staff shone as it sliced through the air, slig through the man’s head ly in a siion. Blood sprayed, but Sora had already disappeared.

  One by one, Gérard’s allies fell, their bodies hitting the ground before they eveered what had happehe speed and precision of Sora’s movements were terrifying. He was a blur of raw power and skill, his strikes so fast that his enemies didn't even have time to scream.

  One of the attackers raised a shield, only for it to shatter like fragile gss uhe weight of Sora’s blow. Aried casting a spell, only to wat horror as Sora flicked his wrist, effortlessly redireg the mana surge back at his face. The caster barely had time tister the pain before Sora silenced him with a single sp, erasing him from existen an instant.

  Bodies dropped, oer another, like is caught in a windshield. Blood pooled around the battlefield, but Sora remained untouched, his movements too fast, too fwless for ao ter. His oppos ood a ce.

  Ihan a mihe entire ambush team y dead, save férard.

  Sora stood amid the age, his staff dripping with blood. He flicked it aside, sending droplets scattering across Gerald, who had colpsed to his krembling in terror. The once fident swordsman now looked like a broken man, his eyes wide with disbelief and fear.

  “No… no… this isn’t possible… We’ve never offended someohis strong…” Gérard stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

  Sora’s gaze was cold, uing. “Have you killed so many pyers that you ’t even remember who’s ing for revenge, Gérard?” He took a step forward, and Gérard flinched, crawling backward like a ered rat.

  “Please… don’t kill me… I expin— I’m not the mastermind! I just follow orders!” Gérard’s voice cracked, desperate to save his own skin.

  Sora stopped right in front of him, t over the quivering man. He didn’t raise his staff again. Instead, he spoke with an indifferent tone. “You’ll live… if you tell me what I want to know.”

  With a siion, Sora threw Gérard over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Dorian’s party, still reeling from the sudden massacre, watched in stunned silence. Sora spared them a gnce, his gaze softening slightly. “You should return to the city… and take care.”

  Without another word, Sora walked away from the se of age, carrying Gérard with him, heading somewhere more private—somewhere he could extract the information he needed.

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