41 Chapter 40. (1/2)

(POV Aide to crown prince Ten Jo)

You may wonder what's up with this strange situation and why I am robbing a bank while wearing this stupid black mask. Well, we will have to go back in time a bit to find out what led to this ridiculous situation where I, a mighty cultivator, sank so low to become a petty robber.

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Before my eyes laid the wreckage of what was once a ”car.”

Honestly, I was a bit happy inside when I saw that unconscious thing inside.

But really, that idiot! That thing went and stole this car and got it smashed up silly after only a few minutes to such a degree?

Why do I have to be an aide to a stupid arrogant crown prince? Can you not cause so much trouble for me please? I would like a vacation sometimes as well!

There were a bunch of cars with flashing blue and red lights surrounding the car that unconscious thing was presently in.

Naturally as his aide I couldn't just let that thing be taken away, so I had to try to do something. I stood in front of the wreck that was once a car with a disdainful sneer on my face while I looked down on all those tiny foolish little mortal realm ants. How dare they try to provoke a king like, peak semi transcendent such as I?

Some may ask, why stick around and play with all these puny little mortals? As a powerful cultivator, do you think I can just pick up the crown prince, turn tail and flee like that in the face of all these ants?

Why should I do that? They are so weak, you can't expect an elephant to retreat from insignificant ants, right?

”Sir, please step away from the vehicle.”

A bunch of men gathered around while pointing some small black devices in their hands towards me. Naturally, I just flicked my sleeve and pushed them far away.

”Woah! What the hell?!”

The men who were standing further away were stunned as their comrade closest to me was sent flying over their shoulders like a rag doll. It was quite a magnificent splat that rung out when he landed with his head buried in the ground and his rear pointed towards the sky. If I was throwing darts, I'd say it was a pretty good toss if I do say so myself.

While I admired my handiwork, one man shouted into a black box that emitted static noise, ”HQ he got Charlie 1, I repeat Charlie 1 is down.”

”Bravo 1, you did not repeat! I repeat, you did not repeat!”

”HQ, what are you talking about?! I did! I swear on my life, I did! I repeat, I swear on my life I did!”

”Bravo 1, nah uh, you did not. Here's the recording, ”he got Charlie 1, I repeat Charlie 1 is down.” Does that sound like you repeated yourself? I repeat, does that sound like you repeated yourself?”

”HQ, Damn it! I repeat, damn it!”

”Bravo 1, your last two repeats were much better. The boss said you'll be getting a promotion next week. I repeat, the boss said you'll be getting a promotion next week.”

”I did it!”

”Ehem. HQ, requesting permission to use lethal force. I repeat, requesting permission to use lethal force.”

”Bravo 1, permission granted. I repeat, permission granted.”

”HQ, I'm really curious, why do we have to repeat ourselves all the time? I repeat, why do we have to repeat ourselves all the time?”

”Bravo 1, there are some questions you're never supposed to ask. I repeat, there are some questions you're never supposed to ask.”

After that strange exchange between the voice emitting box that the man called HQ and the man that seemed to be called Bravo 1, all the men surrounding me raised their small black devices and took aim.

Taking aim? Does that mean that little thing is supposed to be a weapon? Hahaha, that little thing is supposed to hurt the mighty me?

I felt insulted that they were underestimating me to such a degree, so I decided to shatter their pathetic insignificant dreams and let them take their best shot.

I extended my index finger out towards Bravo 1 and bent my finger towards myself repeatedly telling him to bring it on. It looks like that really fired him up and he was gung ho to take on the fight.

He clenched his hands firmly around the little black device and a moment later a click rang out followed by a loud bang shortly after.

I was shocked that I almost couldn't react to the speed of the projectile coming towards me. I left my finger that was extended outwards directly in line with the projectile. I felt so disdainful I didn't bother to put up any defenses at all. I was confident I could just flick it away with the tap of a finger.

When the bullet was only one cm away from my finger, for some reason I had a bad premonition, but it was too late to do anything at this point. Once you get on a tiger's back it is hard to get off after all. Even if I could react at this point, my pride would not allow me to take any other action.

I kept that disdainful sneer on my face as the projectile came directly in contact with my finger. At first I thought it would still be okay, but a moment later, ”Ahhhhhh!!!!! Damn it that hurt like hell!”

That projectile, rather than stopping in the face of my mighty finger, pierced right through leaving nothing behind in place of where a potion of my index finger once was. I could see a semi circular path through what used to be flesh. Blood was flowing out non stop around the metal projectile embedded within the carapass of what was supposed to be a finger. Holy goddess of pregnancy, that hurt more than childbirth!

When I finally regained my senses I quickly rotated my cultivation base to expel the projectile and seal up the area to prevent the loss of any more blood.

Cold sweat was constantly flowing down my back and I really didn't know what to do now. The little ants from moments before now looked like the most terrifying beasts I had ever seen. I think I peed myself a little, but naturally I must keep up the act of being a mighty cultivator.

Stupid crown prince, this is all your fault! If you just kept your hands off that stupid car none of this would have ever happened!

It was only now I realized the hunter had become the hunted. Isn't this pocket realm too terrifying? These mere mortals all have such power? Where is the balance here?

”Put your hands up and drop your... weapons? Never mind, just put your hands up.”