Chapter 661 A Day in the Life of an Average Demonic Hand Member

Chapter 661 A Day in the Life of an Average Demonic Hand Member

Ninth Division Underground Facility

Taiga Lion Thicket

Croville City Outskirts

June 13th

Year 1053

"Hello guys, and welcome to my Vlog. Today, we'd be looking at 'A day in the life of the average Demonic Hand Member'.

Without further ado, let's get right into it."

The digital camera that was clearly out of line with Aidos' current technology hovered over the unsuspecting man while a voice he could not hear gave commentary.

"Here, we have Demonic Hand Mob A. Mob A is an assassin, and not just any assassin, but one with a track record of murdering Parliament members in the Nation of Blealand.

He's a man on the International Police's Wanted list; pretty good for a Mob, don't you think?"

The man walked into what seemed to be a cafeteria and grabbed some snacks to eat, but not long after, he was hit with the urge to go hit the restroom.

"Well, clearly he should not have downed a full litre of juice in one go."

The camera continued following the man, all the way up to the empty restroom, however, it did not follow him into the stall and instead waited for him outside.

"For the way he ran all the way over here, he finished his business pretty quick. Anyway, he's going to wash his hands now so how about we go up and talk to him?"

The camera approached the man washing his hands, and zoomed in on the sink, before zooming back out and facing the mirror.

As soon as the man turned off the tap, a figure materialized beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Sup Bro."

"?!"

**WHOOSH! *BAM! *BAMMM!! ***SNAP!!!!

"Well, Bro clearly didn't want to be greeted right after taking a piss."

The commentator remarked calmly as he watched the body of the man fall to the ground, his grip loosening to let the dagger in his hand fall out.

In that instant that the Assassin had felt a hand on his shoulder, he summoned a dagger coated in a poison potent enough to fell an elephant in seconds, before taking a sonic speed swing to his right.

However, his target ducked at an even faster speed, before sending a punch to his side and forcing his body to bend awkwardly.

Before the man could regain himself, two hands grabbed his head and pulled his head right into the path of an oncoming knee, slamming his skull into it with so much force that it rebounded.

One of the hands then moved over his mouth and covered it while the other grabbed onto his neck.

While one hand held his neck, the other that was over his mouth, grabbed his face tightly and twisted his neck 270 degrees in one go, with enough force that a shockwave rippled outward and shattered the glass of the mirror in front of him.

With his neck snapped at a 270-degree angle, the internationally wanted assassin dropped to the ground as a corpse.

"Well, that's the end of a day in the life of the average Demonic Hand member; as well as the end of his life. See you all next time."

The camera went blank after that line was heard, and right after, a patch of darkness opened up mid-air and the camera fell into it.nove(l)bi(n.)com

"Now, then, let's change into his clothes."

Evan spoke as he quickly stripped the man down to his underwear, stuffing his corpse into his inventory after the camera he was using.

He then changed into the man's clothes and used Kayla's Body Transformation skill to change his face to resemble the man's face.

To be sure, he used a mirror to look it over and confirm everything was the same, before picking up the dagger and walking out of the restroom.

Just like that, Evan had successfully taken on the identity of a Demonic Hand member, returning to the cafeteria and finishing the snacks the man had brought out earlier.

'Damn, Lethe is a really broken skill.'

The Skill of the High Dragon Faldo which tormented players in the game proved its worth even more as it allowed Evan to enter the Underground Facility's detection range without issues, and even followed in a few Demonic Hand grunts through their secret entrance.

Evan felt a chill run down his spine, with his danger sense skill sending him a low warning when he heard that voice.

"There's someone there, right? Your presence is a bit faint so I can barely sense you."

'HOW?!

I'm using Lethe!!!

So HOW can she tell I'm here?!

First of all, HOW DIDN'T I NOTICE HER UNTIL SHE GOT CLOSE??!!'

He was 100% sure that the voice was speaking to him, after all, he was the only other person within a 50-metre radius.

Evan took a deep breath, before slowly turning around and pointing to himself with a confused expression on his face, however, he quickly realised that was pointless.

After all, the person standing about five metres from him, could not physically see him.

It was a young teenage girl, with pale white skin and long silver-

white hair. Her long flowing hair was kept loose, but from neck down it was styled in a considerable braid which she kept over her shoulder.

Her outfit consisted of a long one-piece dress that reached below her knees, and a pair of white boots underneath.

She had zero accessories on her, save for the black blindfold that covered her eyes, with a single white diamond in the centre of the fabric, right over her nose.

"Um...can you help me lift this?"

The girl tilted her head to the side as she asked, facing Evan's direction even though she could not see him with her eyes.

Evan once again breathed in as he walked towards her and grabbed the 36 x 42x 32 box she was holding in her hands.

"Certainly, Lady Ivloh."

The boy played the part of a Demonic Hand member, relieving her of the load, to which she thanked him with a bright smile; one that made her beauty very evident even though her eyes were covered.

"Follow me."

Evan followed behind her as she led him towards her quarters, whilst silently wondering what was in the box he was carrying.

"Come to think of it, why was your presence so faint?"

"Ah, that's probably because of my Class's passive Skill. It makes my presence weaker than normal."

He answered with a lie he thought of on the spot, and the girl, 'Lady Ivloh', clasped her hands together with an amazed expression.

"That sounds cool."

"It's nothing much, Lady Ivloh."

As he followed her, Evan pulled up all the details he had on this woman, the person who was slated to replace the Tenth Finger of the Demonic Hand, one of the priestesses of the Beta Continent's Barbarian Tribes: Agnes Ivloh Lusos.

'Her name certainly fits her. Her looks and overall demeanour give off that 'Pure' maiden vibes.'

"Place it in this room."

Evan looked up from the archive and stepped into the door she had opened up, placing the box down in the designated location while Agness skipped to a nearby chair and sat down.

"Is there anything else, Lady Ivloh?"

"Yes, just one thing I'm curious about. Come closer, would you?"

Wondering what other question she had, Evan closed the distance between them, stopping when he was about a metre away and dropping on one knee.

"How may I be of assistance?"

"You see...I'm very curious."

Agnes pulled her seat forward and reached out to Evan, placing her palm on his cheeks before continuing her words with her soft, sweet voice.

"I'm very curious how you managed to completely replicate this man's appearance, Evan Eris."