Chapter 37 (1/2)

”Why don't you guys..”

”Work for me?”

All three of them stopped moving.

”It isn't like I want to kill you guys. Why don't we just start a guild then?”

Marcus went on speaking, he grabbed another chair from his house and sat on it within an eye blink.

The trio stared at him and then turned their head in unison towards the piled body of their comrade.

Marcus followed their stare and then laughed when he saw the pile driven body.

”Hahahaa...You seriously thought I wouldn't know?”

Marcus said as he stood up and made his way to the body.

He grabbed one of the leg and pulled it. It came off with an electric zap and turned to ashes. He turned to back to the three of them who were looking at him in disbelief, their eyes wide opened.

It was a 'Shadow Dummy'

”Whoever controlled this had some amazing shadow magic affinity”

”How.. did he know”

The sniper slowly whispered but his godly sense helped Marcus in hearing her words.

”Ah, I simply just took a quick peek inside your memories”

Marcus said as tilted his head sideways and chuckled innocently.

The Sniper blushed and kept her head low.

”We are discussing very important matters here and it won't go as planned if we are missing someone righty? So, I'll just go bring the fifth member in a jiffy”

He said as he looked at the Masked assassin in the eye.

”Read you memories XD”

*FLASH*

There was only dust dancing in the air once Marcus bolted out from the place.

The three of them looked at each other and thought to themselves.

'Who is this Boy?'

..................

They cowered and cringed back when a huge gust of wind hit their face. He was there in front of them, Marcus was standing there with a Man in a wheelchair, having the exact details as of the shadow dummy/clone. (I might accidently use clone in the future, so for a quick reference XD).

The Man was in his 40s and his left eye was patched. Claw marks were visible, which followed from his left forehead side to his left cheeks. Apparently he might've got attacked by a Monster and might have closed his eyes in that battle. Marcus could only guess, Marcus wasn't able to look into his memories, it seemed blurry and mixed.

The man was completely bald but had a medium grown beard just like 2 weeks after a clean shave. His slim moustache connected to his beard and they formed an 'O' around his mouth. His skin tone was brown and his cippled legs had huge claw marks.