Chapter 112 112: Traitor Part 3



Every night in the Dragon Nation is a repeat of the same events.

Merchants exert all their cunning to secure business deals that might be casually settled at a small gathering of nobles. Commoners desperately vie for attention, their dream idols perhaps already tired of being played with by merchants. The aroma of dinner from civilian homes, a family gathered around the table, is a scene desperately yearned for by demi-human slaves toiling on the streets. Those slaves fortunate enough to have masters providing them with basic food and shelter are the envy of the homeless, who scavenge through trash bins out of sheer hunger.

In this dog-eat-dog world with a strict social hierarchy, this is Dragon Nation after centuries of class solidification.

However, tonight, everything will change.

None of the nobles indulging in merriment, the merchants racked with anxiety over profits, nor the commoners, slaves, and poor struggling to survive could have imagined that their routine lives are about to be disrupted this very night.Th1s chapter is updated by n)ovel/\bin/\

The spark that will start a wildfire has been lit.

The Sealed City tonight is destined to be recorded in history.

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Snap!*

The crisp sound of a neck being broken heralds the death of an estate guard, swiftly dragged into the bushes by a shadowy figure of the revolutionary demi-humans.

When another guard notices something amiss and is about to shout, a furry, heavy fist silences him forever.

"How's your side, Shan?"

"All cleared," replies the bear demi-human emerging from the darkness, his large hand holding the lifeless bodies of several guards.

"Good, we've cleared our side too," confirms Nozomi, nodding in approval as the commander.

"What a letdown, I was a bit nervous at first. Turns out these high official's guards are all show, no substance! Easy pickings!"

Boom—

Just a single strike from the purple hammer sent all the remaining revolutionaries on the second floor flying. Shan, who had protected the others and taken the brunt of the attack, now had an arm hanging limply, becoming nearly useless.

But there was no time to worry about injuries, as several members of the Army, the intended target of their assassination, and the corrupt high official emerged from the smoke. Alongside them was...

"Mario!"

Nozomi glared hatefully at the mayor of the Sealed City, looking down at them with a mocking expression. The mayor was a direct descendant of "Charl" from the distant Imperial City of the Dragon Nation, a notorious villain.

Nozomi wanted to eliminate this evil, but she wasn't blinded by hatred. Their intended target was supposed to be just a high-ranking official under Mario, not the mayor himself. His presence indicated only one thing – they had a mole.

"Retreat! Everyone, get out!"

Their fear wasn't Mario but the Relic User wielding the purple hammer – Lei, a renowned human fighter of the Sealed City. From the moment the Relic User appeared, the outcome was clear: they were destined to lose.

The revolutionaries had prepared for a hasty retreat. Several of them, resolved to die, charged towards Mario and Lei to buy time for Nozomi and the others to escape.

Amidst this chaos, Mario watched indifferently, as if enjoying a spectacle, witnessing the long-wanted rebel demi-humans desperately trying to break out through the mansion's doors and windows.

But then...

Boom!

"How can this be!" Now with Shan severely injured, Jiu became their primary fighter. The tiger demi-human tried to smash open the main door with a punch, but the recoil numbed her arm.

Boom!

All the doors and windows of the mansion had seemingly turned as solid as rock. On closer inspection, it was clear that a brown barrier had sealed the entire estate. The revolutionaries' attacks had hit this barrier, but it remained unscathed.

Another "Relic"!

lightsnοvεl The revolutionaries were both shocked and infuriated, and it soon became evident that, indeed, another man stepped out from behind Mario on the upper floor. He held an object resembling a compass, emanating the same brown glow, effectively sealing the estate and killing any hope of escape for the revolutionaries.

'Two Relic Users!?'