Chapter 363 CH 348: WHAT CAN YOU DO FOR ME?



The situation was tense and Miguel felt his body go rigid.

"...Death?"

"Yep. Death or is it too tacky? Perhaps a little cringe?"

Then like a lie, the pressure on him vanished and the being that seemed larger than life now simply looked like an ordinary man with a cloak —As ordinary as something like this could be.

'What is happening.'

Feeling all the strength leave his leg, Miguel slumped on the ground,

"Damn. Is my Nickname so bad? I tried, you know? But hell, finding a good nickname that is also awe-inspiring and rolls well on the tongue is pretty hard."

"Haha..."

Miguel let out a chuckle. But it was one made out of despair rather than any form of amusement.

He understood well what was happening.

The person in front of him was playing around with him. Like a cat playfully playing with its prey before completely tearing it apart in the most brutal way or simply taking one bite after another.

"What do you want from me?"

The man stopped speaking, "Well...What do I want? Honestly, I don't know."

He could hear a laugh in the voice of the man who called himself Death.

"Honestly? I just kinda want to kill you and your brother you know? Less a hassle and like, no one would miss you. Just two more criminals dying. Nothing important, you know?"

Miguel shivered, he could feel the indifference in the voice of the man. A sort of boredom even. Their life held no meaning for him.

"But you did not kill us."

"Yeah, I did not. I thought, perhaps you might be useful. Useful enough that I wouldn't mind suffering the hassle that it would take to keep you alive and make sure that you aren't about to betray me."

As Death spoke, an hourglass appeared on the table and the grain of sand slowly started to trickle.

This was a lifeline and Miguel knew it. Updated from n0velb(i)n.c(o)/m

His next words and actions would determine how this would things would end and if he would walk out alive with his brother.

Standing up, Miguel adjusted his tie and cleared his throat. He felt like he was a student about to present his work to his teacher.

Would he die like this? Was this how the Fernandez brother ended?

Then, something struck him as he remembered the words of the man, and he understood what he had to do.

"I am willing to become your dog."

"Oh?"

"No. Just a dog. If you want me to bark, I will. If you want me to crawl, I will. I will put my life in your hands."

Miguel finally understood he had been talking as if he was facing an investor or business partner.

What he was facing was a jester. A cat who wanted to torment him.

Keeping his pride intact?

In this situation this was useless.

What he had to do was thoroughly and completely step on his pride and shatter it to pieces.

"Not just a dog. I am willing to become your loyal servant. No, make me your servant please."

He kneeled, without the slightest hesitation or resentment on his face.

"So...I beg you...Spare my brother."

"So, only you would become my slave?"

"Yes! I am willing to do anything! I alone am enough. My brother is rash and stupid, he will not be able to do anything for you, and in fact, his hot-headedness would cause you useless problems."

"How touching." "How touching."

"Very well." "Very well."

"I will spare you and your brother." "I will spare you and your brother."

What Miguel didn't know was that— A discussion of the same kind was happening with his brother, just right next to him.

Watching the two brothers kneel and swear allegiance to him nearly at the same time while begging to keep the other brother away, nearly made Adam laugh.

Their brotherly love was truly admirable.

Now then — How could he use it in his best interest?

(AN: Lol, Adam slowly feels more like the bad guy of the story rather than the hero.)