Chapter 85: Jebaited (1/2)

Calvin dragged the unconscious members of the New People's Revelation cult towards a nearby room.

Afterwards, he made sure to lock the doors of the room before going back outside.

Then, he walked towards the corridor where he met the Mortician.

The Mortician was a powerful demon, but he wasn't as strong as the Benevolent Father, The Butcher, and Arthur Chase.

But this was the reason why Calvin wanted to meet the Mortician.

Since he wasn't as strong as these three, he could safely contain the Mortician's soul into a piece of paper through the use of Runecrafting. However, in order to do that, he must lure the Mortician into taking action against him.

”Where are you going?” Dandelion suddenly asked.

He noticed that Calvin was walking towards the opposite direction of the main elevators situated in the Main Hall.

”I'm planning on capturing the soul of that Mortician that we met earlier,” Calvin explained.

”That Mortician? Do you mean, Ivan Ivanovich Ivanovsky?”

Dandelion asked in a weird tone of voice.

”What? Do you know him? Wait, that name... I think I've heard that name somewhere before.” Calvin casually pondered as he walked through the empty, cold, and dark corridor of the Vocational Block's second floor.

Dandelion thought that Calvin's actions were strange. It didn't make sense.

But when he remembered Calvin's true identity...

Dandelion could do nothing other than shake his head and bitterly smile.

It was completely normal for Calvin to be unfazed about his current situation since he was a man that had endured everything that a person could possibly endure in the entire world.

Dandelion still doesn't understand the severity of Calvin's past experiences, but he knew that Calvin couldn't possibly be ordinary.

After all, it was impossible for someone to be an Author of Fate if they were nothing but average.

Dandelion was sure that Calvin was destined for greatness.

One could even say that Calvin's clear future was one of the reasons why Dandelion decided to follow him and become his Blessed Artifact.

Calvin continued on walking and he suddenly noticed someone approaching him from a distance.

The man was clad in a jet-black coat and a large bag was in his hands. The bag looked heavy, and it was hard to tell what was being carried from a distance. The man didn't expect that someone was walking here in such an empty corridor.

He stopped for a moment — reached out to pull the rim of his hoodie attached to his coat in order to cover his face before continuing his walk towards Calvin's direction.

”Hello there, sir... Don't mind me, I'm just passing by.” Calvin gave a greeting. His voice was soft and filled with timidness against the stranger but since the hallway was empty and devoid of any noises. Calvin's voice rang loud and clear, the stranger definitely heard his greeting.

The shady man nodded his head and the two continued their journey. Calvin's goal was to find the Mortician, while the man's goal was unknown. Despite the silence floating between the two, Calvin's nerves were stretched taut. The hallway was wide, but his nervousness seemed to have made him senile for he still managed to bump into the stranger.

”Ah... Sorry!”

Calvin quickly apologized but his expression shifted when he noticed that blood had leaked out from the bag.

Both Calvin and the stranger noticed the blood seeping out of the bag.

Calvin instantly felt a shiver down his spine.

His eyebrows scrunched together, his knees trembled, while his body subconsciously leaned backwards — away from the stranger who was carrying the large bag. All of his actions implied that he was trying to escape. In a fluster, Calvin turned around and jogged back towards the corridor where he came from.

Panic, anxiety, and fear... Various emotions were displayed on Calvin's body through his subtle body language and micro changes in his expression. If the Oscar Awards were available in the world of Las Felipinas, Calvin would've probably won it for himself due to how good he was in acting.

His panicked reaction, as well as his erratic jogging that made him look like he could fall at any moment, made him look like a genuine victim. Of course, the shady stranger studied Calvin's face and his entire body.

Calvin surreptitiously glanced at the stranger and discovered that there was a cruel smirk on the man's lips.

Calvin was incredibly familiar with this smirk.