Chapter 148: Daren (2)

Chapter 148: Daren (2)

How did this happen

Victor couldnt close his mouth.

His heart sank when he realized the children were being targeted because of him.

When a dagger flew towards Riki, all he saw was darkness.

But then, like a miracle, a savior appeared, wearing a white mask.

The moment he blocked the dagger, Victor was amazed, but more than that, he was relieved that a childs life was saved.

Now, he was even more astonished.

Hes taking on so many by himself

But it wasnt really a fight.

It was too one-sided to be considered a fight.

The players were being sliced apart like moths to a flame, thirty of them were no match for the overwhelming power of this masked guy.

This spectacle was observed by everyone present, their faces frozen in horror, except for Victor.

Everyone, close your eyes! Dont watch this!

But, why? I want to see too.

Lets run! This is not the right time to watch.

Just a little longer.

Argh! Just listen to me, okay?

Victor, who had been frantically worried about the children getting hurt, had no choice but to seek help from others as they kept hesitating.

Marcus! What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get the kids to safety!

Eh? Oh, alright. Come on, kids, lets go!

Perhaps Victors voice snapped them out of it?

Others who had been dumbly watching the massacre also began to evacuate with the children, albeit belatedly.

But their movement might have caught the attention of the ordinary members of the organization, and aiming their guns at them was the next logical step.

Where do you think youre running off to! Come here if you dont want to be turned into a beehive, you slaves!

Ah

The fleeing people halted in their tracks.

A sigh escaped Victors lips.

He had wanted to evacuate the children quietly, but it had all gone wrong.

Ratatatatat-!

Suddenly, gunfire rang out, and the shouting member collapsed.

Ratatata- Ratatatatat!

Not just one, but dozens of members were shot down like reeds.

What was happening? It appeared that three of the organizations members had turned on their own, firing at them.

Whats going on? Why are they betraying each other all of a sudden?

Victor, puzzled by the friendly fire, almost fainted at the sudden appearance of a woman.

Nows the time. Hurry up and get these kids to safety.

A woman of East Asian descent said something, but Victor couldnt understand her words.

However, he could grasp the meaning through her gestures.

Ah, shes telling us to run away quickly.

Victor nodded at the woman, expressed his thanks, and led the people away.

As far as possible from the scene.

*

Scream!

Gurk!

Hes merely a mid-boss. Its time to draw out the real one.

Ryu Min smirked behind his mask.

*

The KF has been on the decline since 2017.

Now, it was almost reduced to remnants.

Therefore, Odion the current supreme leader of KF, was desperate for the organizations revival.

Once again, to expand our influence to the point where just hearing the name KF would make an entire country tremble.

More terror attacks needed to be carried out, and more children kidnapped.

Then, through indoctrination, transform them into true warriors.

Thats why they kidnapped children.

To invest in the future, for the glory of reconstruction.

On the other hand, the players were an investment for the present.

Though its a declining investment every month.

Currently, about 800 players operate under the name KF in Nigeria.

Originally, there were more, but their numbers halved every month.

A few more months, and there might be none left.

That was the biggest drawback of players.

This was also why Odion, a non-player, disdained them.

Theyre like expendable goods with a shelf life, and they arent even strong enough to dodge bullets

Their advantage was being able to enter other countries without guns and easily commit terror attacks

But these days, people dont go outside because theyre afraid of players.

Even the environment for terror attacks was lacking.

Useless players. Tsk.

He scoffed, but the one thing he acknowledged was the potions made by the Alchemist, Victor.

Potions are helpful. They can be sold on the black market and hoarded for the future.

For now, he was hoarding them, selling only a little on the Player Place market when funds were low.

Of course, non-players couldnt use potions, but if a player ingested it on their behalf, they worked.

Potion mules.

That was the extent of a players value, at least to Odion.

Before the players diminish further, we need to accelerate the terror attacks.

He was already preparing to execute a plan.

The ordinary members and player members of the organization would collaborate to create a masterpiece.

If we commit a terror attack that shocks the world, we can regain the fame of KF.

While reviewing the plan once more, Odion received a text message on his phone.

[Daren: Emergency. Were being attacked by someone presumed to be the Black Scythe.]

Black Scythe?

Even Odion, not a player, had heard of the Black Scythe.

His subordinates had praised him highly.

A level 89 player who never lost the number 1 ranking?

Considering most players are around level 40, its somewhat clear how strong he is.

What if we could recruit this guy to KF?

It might even make the annihilation of the White House, the dream of KF, possible.

Finally, a useful player.

Odions eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

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