Chapter 70 - Surrender and Vengeance (1/2)

Hattori Hanzo had been fighting for as long as he could remember. Born in a prestigious martial clan, he had constantly fought his way to the point he was now.

Will was unsure of this but before the system had come to earth there were indeed cultivators. Clans, families, and sects hid in the underbelly of a society that was dominated by science. Earth's cultivators were not very strong due to the low concentration of energy in the atmosphere.

Once the system arrived these cultivator groups thrived, they immediately took action. Most of the elite users from Europe and Asia were from such groups. The Nine Rings Clan was a combination of eight ancient clans and one modern group formed by Musashi himself.

Thus most of its members were warriors through and through, unlike Will and co who were nothing before the system. Their experience in cultivation and in battle gave them a large advantage over others, allowing them to rise to the top of the food chain.

Many users died at the beginning due to the lack of experience, the cultivators, however, were now like fish in water, they thrived in this new environment. Abilities that were previously myth to their current members now became a reality.

The strong became the mighty. The smart became the wise. The unrestrained became sages, the heroes became saints. Those from the world of cultivators, or Jianghu as it was referred to, felt superior to those who knew nothing before the system arrived. Hanzo was one of these egoists, and he believed that those who were not of Jianghu were merely born to serve those who were.

He had been involved in many a battle and had seen plenty of people who did not fear death. It was not uncommon in the martial world to take your own life to preserve one's honor. Letty was in such a position. She was willing to give up her life for the honor of her master. As a vassal, she would be a failure if she lived while her master perished.

The look in Will's eyes, on the other hand, was different. It was not one Hanzo was unfamiliar with.

'Those eyes, Just like his. This crazy bastard is just like him.'

The eyes of someone who treats life as if it were a game, the eyes of someone who feared nothing. The eyes of the naive, the oblivious, the eyes of a child. The exact same eyes as his mortal enemy!

Hanzo realized that killing Will was not worth it. He would benefit nothing from it. Thus he let go of Will's throat and sighed. ”You have made the wrong enemy.”

”Perhaps, but at least I'm alive.” Said Will with a smug grin. Hanzo's ire had reached a new height once again.

'I knew it. They are exactly the same. No doubt about it.'

Hanzo made a decision in his heart and decided to follow through with it. Unless he made Will suffer some sort of blow today he would not sleep soundly.

”Boy, there are punishments far worse than death, especially for those who command others.” Before anyone could react, Hanzo had arrived by Alice's side. ”She has the smell of a maiden. Its a shame really, but i have to mete out a lesson

Hanzo placed a hand on Alice's forehead. Within that instant a spell activated, one that unleashed a plethora of illusions in her mind. The illusions were horrifying, to the point that Alice was only able to retain consciousness for a fraction of a second. The moment he launched the illusion, Musashi took his leave. Will ran toward Alice and caught her just in time as she fell. He placed his hand on her forehead and threw his intent inside. It only took a moment for him to understand what had happened.

”Hanzo!”

Will bellowed out the man's name in frustration, alas it came to nothing.

...

When Alice came to, she was in a lavish room. She had an extreme headache and a bout of amnesia. She sat up and massaged her temples. The last thing she remembered was an unfamiliar hand covering her head.

To her side were Will and an unfamiliar face. A woman so beautiful Alice could not help but blush. Alice was sure this was the guildmate Will was referring to, but she was afraid to ask. For the entire room was downcast. Both Will and Letty had ugly expressions. To the point where it made Alice feel gloomy as well. The last time she had seen such an atmosphere was at a funeral.

After a few moments, Alice gained the courage to speak and looked up. ”H-hello. I am Alice, nice to meet you.” Alice tried to be polite and put on the best smile she could. Little did she know that her bright and innocent smile only made Letty feel even worse.

”I…I am sorry.” Without saying anything further tears came from Letty's eyes and she stormed out of the room. Leaving a depressed Will and a confused Alice behind.

Alice looked toward Will for an explanation. ”Will?”

Will sighed in resignation. He walked toward Alice and put his hand on her shoulder, ”Alice I want you to emotionally prepare yourself for what I am about to tell you.”

...

The art of illusions had many applications, and one of the most horrible ones was planting a terror seed, simply put, it was a worm that attached itself to the hosts brain and unleashed a bout of horrible illusions from time to time, or at least that's what Letty had told will.

With each illusion, the host would lose some amnesia, and the worm would use that opportunity to consume more of the hosts brain. This would continue, until the worm completely took over the brain, turning the host into a fool. Once in the state of a fool. the host would be subject to torture by illusion for as long as they lived.

There was only one way to stop the worm, and that was by killing its master.

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Miami was essentially a derelict area, with only a few buildings intact. As a Lord one has many abilities, and one of them is to use points to upgrade or modify your city.