BXBX NOVEL Chapter 61 - Sudden Call
"Let you go? Why should I? Give me one good reason why I should." Albion responded to Brother Cui\'s plea to leave.
"One good reason why… uh, because—"
"Shut up for a moment." Albion suddenly said before Brother Cui could finish speaking and began listening to the mental notification ringing in his head.
[Ding! 1 unit of Psionic Energy absorbed.]
[Ding! Basic-level Fire Resistance talent awakened.]
Looking at the system notifications, Albion was given a pleasant surprise. He did not expect fooling around casually could turn into a fruitful discovery.
Shortly after, Albion\'s eyes began to flicker with understanding, growing more familiar with the seal exchange from the system to cast on himself.
The Dark Emperor had spent 10-thousand years since his reincarnation accumulating all skills and talents that could improve his strength and aid him in his eventual conquest for revenge.
The number of skills and passive talents in the Dark Emperor\'s arsenal would have reached a staggering level.
Passive talents were ingrained in the body, but they do not operate on their own. They require micro-management from the brain to function.
When the brain gets overloaded with micro-management tasks, it is no surprise that he becomes disabled.
However, this point confounded Albion for a moment.
The brain should have been well developed by the Dark Emperor. Thus, it does not make sense why it cannot keep up with all its micro-management tasks.
No, there was no doubt that the brain could definitely keep up with the workload, but there is no work without fuel—fuel in the form of energy that comes from the soul, his soul.
However, his soul was weak, and his soul energy; limited.
If Albion had to compare his body—the Dark Emperor\'s body to a supercar; the body would be the supercar itself, while the brain was its engine. As for him? He would be the driver.
No matter how good the supercar is, it will not reach its peak performance if the driver is utter trash, especially when the driver is someone who does not even know how to drive or fuel up.
Albion smiled wryly at this thought.
Suddenly, his eyes flickered with another thought before mentally asking Goldfinger, \'Activating more talents reduces the duration of my full body control after lifting the seal, doesn\'t it?\'
[That is correct, host.]
Goldfinger answered promptly.
\'I see. Just as I suspected, huh? So, that\'s the case.\' Albion nodded with understanding before willing for his status.
Ding!
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[STATUS]
Name: Albion Black
Ashura Emperor (deceased)
Alias: Dark Emperor, Dark Hands Behind the Curtain, The Devil, King Yama, Black Lotus, Boss Ashura, Master Evil, The Manipulator, Greed, Slaughterer of Mankind, Puppeteer, Ruler of the Underworld, etc.
Titles/s: Hunter, Transmigrator, Possessor of 10th Tribulation Lightning. Merciful Heart, One Who Runs from Responsibilities.
Race: Human
Cultivation: Innate – Early stage (True Immortal – Early stage, suppressed)
Cultivation Art: Ashura Empyrean Arts
Divine Energy: 5/1000
Psionic Energy: 1/100
Physique: True Immortal Body
Alignment: Lightning, Ashura
Hunter Level: 2 (0/100 EXP)
<<Skills>>
[Basic-level Ashura Flame.]
[Basic-level Hundred Transformation Art.]
[Basic-level Earth-Shattering Fist.]
[Basic-level Eyes of Ashura.]
[Expert-level Sleight of Hand.]
<<Talents>>
[Basic-level Regeneration.]
[Basic-level Yaksha\'s Blessing.]
[Basic-level Fire Resistance.]
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Shortly after looking at the status, Albion focused his attention on the \'1 unit of Psionic Energy\' and wondered what this energy could be used for.
At the same time, Brother Cui did not know whether to laugh or cry. He tried to give the person a reason to let him off, but the person did not even want to listen.
His future looked grim.
Seeing that the strong yet eccentric young person before him looking distracted, Brother Cui wondered, \'Should I try and make a run for it?\'
Just as the thought entered his mind, Brother Cui immediately turned to flee.
However, a hand was placed on his shoulder, pinning him back to the ground heavily like he was bearing the weight of a mountain.
"Where were you planning to go? Weren\'t you going to give me a reason to spare you? I guess you don\'t need it anymore." Albion said.
Brother Cui immediately wanted to cry.
"Uh… wait, I can explain—Ahhh!"
Brother Cui wailed painfully at the bone-crunching sound of his leg being broken by a strong stomp from Albion.
Crack! Crack!
After Albion crippled all of Brother Cui\'s limbs amidst the person\'s loud cries, he tossed the person off the three-story building towards the two gangs below.
Thud!
Reagan Declan and Meng Yan both gazed at the listless Brother Cui with surprise before looking up towards their boss.
"Brother Cui has been taken down!"
"That\'s a Level 9 Hunter! Boss is unstoppable!"
The surrounding two gangs immediately cheered with heartfelt praises. They have lived under the shadows of the Bloodmoon Gang for so long.
Seeing the right-hand man of the Bloodmoon Gang\'s Silvercove Branch Leader in such a sorry state made them feel liberated.
They finally have someone truly strong to lead them.
"Boss, what do you want us to do with this person? Should I…" Reagan Declan asked while making a slitting-throat gesture with his hand.
"I want you to interrogate this person and dig out all the internal information he has on the Bloodmoon Gang," Albion spoke.
"Yes, boss!" Reagan Declan patted his chest proudly with his broken hand before exclaiming in pain inflicted upon himself.
Albion furrowed his brows and said, "You should delegate the job to someone else and go get your hand treated."
"…Yes, boss." Reagan Declan answered awkwardly.
Nevertheless, he and everyone else around him was excited inside their hearts. It seems their new boss truly intend to uproot the Bloodmoon Gang\'s influence from Silvercove City.
Shortly after gazing at the few crates of weaponry on the rooftop, Albion added, "Get people to come and collect these weapon crates up here. They could prove useful."
"Yes, boss!" Meng Yan answered this time.
Albion studied the weapon crates. There were several dozen grenades, a few light assault rifles, and their extra magazines.
However, none of the bullets were specially manufactured with Phantasmium-transformed Bluefire Crystal coating.
Suddenly, Albion\'s phone rang.
He pulled out the new smartphone from his pockets and gazed at the unknown number on the screen with furrowed brows.
After a moment, he decided to accept the call.
"New number.. Who dis?" Albion asked in a deep voice.