Landlord World - Start with SSS talent-Chapter 194: Your girlfriend!

The man tried to turn around, but he couldn't move. His body felt like it had turned to stone, cold sweat pouring down his face. His instincts screamed that the scythe of Death was already at his throat.

"You... who are you? Do you want money? I... I can give you money." The man spoke, attempting to move his fingers to reach the gun at his side.

"Kekeke... Money? Do you think I need that garbage?" A voice filled with malice and distortion echoed in the room, sounding like the voices of hundreds of people playing on a radio, warped and unnatural.

The voice filled the man with terror, causing him to tremble. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out. After speaking, he realised his mouth was as frozen as if it had been sealed.

"Kekeke... Fear, despair, tremble before death, foolish human."

"Greedy, selfish—that is all you are. Death is the punishment for what you've done."

"Humanity, no matter how much money you have, that money cannot save you now."

"How unfortunate. If you were a good person, you might have lived a little longer and been happier. But you are a very... very... very bad person."

Malrik's bony hand moved from the man's shoulder to his face, then to the top of his head.

The man was so terrified that he lost control and wet himself. His mouth couldn't form words, but his body trembled violently, tears streaming down his face.

He was truly frightened...

He wanted to scream for help, but couldn't.

He wanted to run, but his body felt frozen.

He was desperate and scared. At that moment, every second felt like an entire day.

"Kekeke... Are you scared? If you're afraid, why did you do such evil deeds?" Malrik mocked. "It's laughable how you feel comfortable committing evil acts, but when faced with the consequences of those acts, you're filled with fear and regret."

"Humanity... you are truly foolish..."

"Um... um... um..." The man struggled violently, but in the end, no sound came out.

A wisp of white smoke floated from his body, gathering in Malrik's palm.

The man's body seemed to lose all balance, and he collapsed to the floor immediately.

"A filthy, evil soul. Only the fire of Hell can purify you."

As Malrik spoke, the white smoke, about the size of a tennis ball, trembled in his hand, as if it understood his words.

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Malrik then stepped back, disappearing into the darkness.

Ting!

The lights came back on, and the only thing left in the room was the lifeless body of the man lying on the ground.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Chief, I need to ask you something," suddenly came the knock, followed by another voice.

"Chief!"

Knock! Knock!

"Chief!"

BAM! BAM!

The person outside seemed to sense something was wrong. He immediately rammed the door open with force. After just two hard knocks, the door was violently opened. He saw the Chief lying on the floor and immediately froze, shouting, "Help! Call an ambulance! Quickly!"

...

Meanwhile, Malrik was walking into a quiet area, where he saw Noan waiting. He lowered his head and spoke, "Master, I have completed the task you assigned."

Noan glanced at Malrik, sighed, and said, "Next time, you don't need to say so much."

In reality, Malrik was excellent at everything; his only flaw was that he spoke too much. If he didn't say anything and just acted, it would only take him two seconds to take the soul of the Chief of Police. But in the end, he had spent nearly ten minutes completing the task.

The long time could expose the magic dome of the city, which might attract the attention of the Royal Guard and government personnel, starting an investigation.

Malrik scratched his head, smiling as he explained, "Kekeke… Master, don't worry. I've carefully studied the magic dome surrounding this city."

"If the energy used for the magic is not high, the dome will overlook it and not trigger an alarm. After all, so many activities in the city use magic; if the dome were too sensitive, the alarms would flood the city."

"I just need to find the right magic frequency, and then use magic based on that frequency. The magic dome of the city will definitely not detect me."

"What?!" Noan was surprised, frowning as he asked, "Is that how you used to capture the souls of those thugs?"

"Kekeke… Master has figured it out, huh?"

"Do you think I'm stupid? With so many thugs, Vylyss and I both noticed." Noan sighed and said, "If it weren't for you, Vylyss and I would have already taken action."

"Kekeke... That's right, I was testing a little, and it seems everything is exactly as I thought." Malrik laughed.

"Then... how can I use the magic frequency the magic dome won't detect?" Noan frowned and asked.

Malrik then took out a black book and flipped it to a specific page. A line of text flew out from the book and shot straight toward Noan's head.

Noan didn't resist; he allowed the words to merge with his mind.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, furrowed his brows, and waved his hand. A fireball appeared in his palm.

One second...

Ten seconds...

One minute...

Even though the fireball had a diameter of over a meter and illuminated a large area, the magic dome didn't trigger any alarms.

This meant that... he had found a loophole in the magic dome.

No, more precisely, it was Malrik who had found this loophole.

However, if this loophole had been so easy to find, the city would have fallen into chaos.

This meant that only Malrik could have discovered this loophole.

Noan, once again, recognised Malrik's power not only from his magic but also from his knowledge.

"You did very well!" Noan didn't hold back his praise for Malrik.

"Kekeke... Master, it's just a small matter. If I had enough power, I could easily destroy this magic dome."

Upon hearing this, Noan trusted him even more. After all, Malrik was a rather bizarre entity.

He looked at the white smoke in Malrik's hand, his eyes filled with a bit of killing intent.

The white smoke seemed to sense Noan's gaze and immediately trembled.

"You helped your sister steal my money, and now, you must pay the price," Noan said, his voice cold and filled with malice. "Although that money means nothing to me, I will not allow someone who causes trouble for me to continue living."

"Malrik, throw him into the fires of Hell, don't let his soul dissipate too quickly."

"Yes, Master. Kekekeke..." Malrik said as he swallowed the white smoke into his mouth.

"Alright, let's go," Noan said, using teleportation magic as he and Malrik left the area.

Having figured out the frequency of the Magic Dome, Noan could now use magic freely without worrying about being detected or triggering an alarm.

...

Two days later.

In a room decorated in a very cute style, everything was in shades of pink. On a princess-style bed, a girl with pink hair was lying down. Her face looked slightly tired, her eyes slightly red as if she had been crying a lot.

She lay still on the bed, her eyes closed as though she were sleeping. Both hands tightly hugged a pillow, her fingers clutching it as if trying to hold it close, not wanting to let it go.

Yes, it was Lylia.

At that moment, the door to the room creaked open slightly. Lylia's mother peered inside and, upon seeing the scene, sighed deeply, her heart filled with pain.

She gently closed the door, her eyes now filled with determination.

Lylia's mother took out her phone, dialling a number she had saved but never called before.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The phone rang for a long time before someone picked up.

"Sorry, may I know who is calling?" A young man's voice came through the line. It wasn't too enthusiastic; in fact, his voice carried a hint of indifference and a cold tone.

"Are you Noan?" Lylia's mother asked, frowning.

Noan was silent for a moment before replying, "It's me. Who are you?"

"I'm Lylia's mother. I want to meet you."

Noan was silent for another moment, then responded, "Can I refuse?"

"If you want Lylia to die from the pain and sorrow, you can refuse."

"Alright! Address?"

"I'll send you the address. Hopefully, when we meet, you can bring that girl with you as well."

"That girl?" Noan asked, confused.

"Your girlfriend."