Chapter 37: Dark Guild

In the alley, Mo En stopped and turned around; three figures were frantically searching for cover.

“Come out. Is that even called tailing? Itachi’re practically begging me to notice Itachi. Take your job seriously.”

Mo En couldn’t help but mock them as he looked at the three.

“I told Itachi we didn’t need to hide!”

“Just go up and kill the bastard!”

“It’s all Karakka’s fault—he insisted on this!”

After being mocked, the three began blaming each other, yet even as they argued, they closed in around Mo En.

One of them, a slender youth with black hair, white clothes, and a pineapple-shaped hairstyle, stepped forward and blustered at Mo En.

“Kid, hand over what Itachi’ve got, or we’ll teach Itachi a lesson the hard way.”

The youth looked no older than Mo En—seventeen or eighteen at most—and gave off a comical air of forced maturity; the other two were roughly the same age.

“Old man? Hmph. Itachi’ve already sealed your own death.”

Mo En had no patience to waste on these fools—he’d already recognized them as members of the Dark Guild, and from their insignia, they belonged to the Iron Forest.

“Big talk!”

One of the three, a man in a yellow-and-black striped sweater wielding a black whip, roared in fury and swung his whip—it instantly elongated and lashed toward Mo En.

“Snap!”

Mo En’s hands instantly armored in blue gauntlets; he seized the black rope and yanked hard backward.

Caught off guard, the youth holding the rope was yanked flat onto the ground, slid belly-first across the dirt, and was dragged straight to Mo En’s feet.

“Crash!”

Mo En’s leg armor swiftly formed; he kicked out hard, striking the youth squarely in the abdomen.

The youth flew backward, yet stubbornly refused to release the rope—so Mo En yanked again, hauling his body back.

“Crash!”

The youth slammed hard onto the ground, trembling violently, eyes bulging, his body curled like a boiled shrimp.

“Lei Yiyouer!”

The speed of what had just happened left the other two stunned.

Though Lei Yiyouer was always impulsive, his Black Rope Magic excelled at surprise attacks, giving them an early advantage in battle—they’d all grown used to this pattern.

But this time, they’d stepped on iron. Mo En showed zero mercy to these bastards.

“Is this your best? Then both of Itachi come at once—I’m in a hurry.”

Mo En planted one foot on Lei Yiyouer’s head, pointed at the other two with a finger, and curled it mockingly, his expression dripping with disdain.

At this moment, Mo En’s Pegasus Bronze Saint Armor was fully donned; the automatic armor deployment was truly convenient—just like a changing spell.

“Damn it!”

The pineapple-haired youth gritted his teeth, slammed his palm on the ground, and shadows surged beneath him, forming two fists that lunged at Mo En with ferocious force.

“Shadow magic?”

Mo En leapt back a step, easily dodging the attack; the shadow fists swung through empty air. He moved swiftly, binding the outstretched shadows with the rope, tying the two fists together—the pineapple-haired youth froze in shock.

But when he broke the spell, the shadows lost substance and instantly slipped free, retreating swiftly to his feet.

“Kaga Yama! This guy’s not normal!”

Piyado spoke grimly; even if he were an idiot, he could see now—the boy’s strength was immense, terrifyingly so. Nothing like what they’d expected.

Their attacks couldn’t even touch him—how were they supposed to fight?

“Run!”

Piyado glanced at Kaga Yama, who glowered with resentment, clearly unwilling to flee.

“What about Lei Yiyouer?”

Kaga Yama glared at their fallen comrade, still lying motionless on the ground.

“Who cares? If we don’t move now, we’ll get trapped too!”

Piyado stared at Kaga Yama in disbelief. They were the Dark Guild—when did they start acting like they cared about teammates? Wasn’t the point to abandon them?

If Kaga Yama didn’t leave, Piyado would abandon him too—he’d already decided to quit this mission.

They’d been lying in wait at the station, deliberately blocking Mo En—not because they were bored, but because they had a job.

They’d taken a contract to sabotage Deno’s mission: intercept every “Magic Horn” he was trying to acquire. That’s why they’d been waiting for Mo En’s return.

That’s the Dark Guild. Most of the contracts posted in their guild hall were like this—sabotage, kidnapping, assassination. Nothing good.

“Go!”

Though Kaga Yama seethed with resentment, he didn’t argue further. The two turned and fled, abandoning their companion without hesitation.

“Think Itachi can run? Itachi need my permission.”

Seeing them flee, Mo En sneered. Itachi want to fight? Fine. Itachi want to run? Fine. Do Itachi think I have no pride?

He had zero regard for these bastards who didn’t care about their comrades’ lives—he wouldn’t let them escape today.

“Hum!”

Magic surged as Mo En launched his attack. He was actually excited—this was his first encounter with Dark Guild members, his first real life-or-death battle.

In past sparring sessions with his guildmates, he always held back, afraid of seriously injuring someone.

But now? No need to hold back. These Dark Guild members? Killing them was fine.

Under the laws of the Fiore Kingdom and across the entire Ishgaria Continent, they were treated as the most vicious criminals. Capturing them alive was preferable—but killing them carried no penalty. In fact, it was rewarded.

“Die! Pegasus Meteor Fist!”

Mo En lunged forward, closing the distance to Kaga Yama in an instant; his fists blurred as blow after blow hammered into the youth.

“Crash!”

The youth flew backward, eyes wide—he still had a final technique, he still believed he could turn the tide!

But the agony tearing through his body shattered his will. He crashed to the ground, vision blurring, mind fogging, consciousness sinking into darkness.

‘So this is what a big guild mage is like? Truly cheating.’

In his final thoughts, Kaga Yama seethed with bitter resentment.

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