Chapter 91: Bug Exploited Successfully! Mission Completed! (Request Subscription!)

“No need, it’s a minor issue—I can handle it myself.”

Yet, facing Ma Kaou’s “kind” offer of help, Joseph Bola directly refused, appearing utterly nonchalant.

“Puff!”

If not for the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth after speaking those words, he might have truly looked nonchalant.

“Really no need? Itachi’re spitting blood.”

A straightforward man spoke up in concern—it was Jura Regis, the bald man standing behind Oba Granny, president of “Serpent’s Scale.”

Jura Regis pointed at the blood on Joseph’s lips, his face filled with worry; clearly, he wasn’t causing trouble—he genuinely feared for Joseph Bola’s well-being, as the situation looked dire.

Joseph Bola glared fiercely at the bald man, then said nothing more; he turned and walked away, his steps unsteady, swaying as if he might collapse at any moment—he seemed to have come to the meeting alone.

“Mo En, do Itachi think he’ll be okay?”

Watching Joseph Bola leave with a cold, stubborn expression, everyone truly began to worry; after all, no matter what, “Phantom Lord” was a registered guild, and if its president were killed outright at a regular meeting…

“He’s not dead—he has immense magical power.”

Mo En gave a confident reply; judging by Joseph Bola’s current state, he had at least stabilized the poison inside him—he had tremendous magical power, and even if he had to endure it, he could still preserve his life.

But while death might be spared, the suffering won’t be—he’ll carry lasting damage to his body, and his power growth will be halted for now; first, he must purge the poison from his system.

Joseph Bola, only in his thirties, is still in his prime growth phase; stagnation is a severe punishment for him.

It’s easy to imagine that Joseph Bola will now hate Mo En with every fiber of his being—Mo En not only climbed over his head to gain fame, but also injured his body and suppressed his power growth.

Under normal circumstances, in a few more years, Joseph Bola might have grown strong enough to fight Ma Kaou on equal terms—at least no longer being utterly dominated as he is now.

There’s no help for it; the old man’s power has long since plateaued, while Joseph Bola’s potential remains far from exhausted. Logically, Joseph Bola’s strength should have steadily closed the gap with the old man—he’s no slouch in talent.

Of course, getting closer doesn’t mean surpassing, nor does it mean victory—the old man hasn’t even used his final tricks yet.

“Mo En—this guy actually made President Joseph eat dirt!”

After Joseph Bola left, the hall erupted again; Pakaas chattered excitedly—he was thrilled. That was a “Top Ten Wizard”! And he’d been brought down by someone his own age! Pakaas was both awed and envious.

How wonderful it would be if the one shining here was him!

Of course, Pakaas knew he lacked the strength—if he stepped up, Joseph Bola’s mere magical aura from a fart would probably blast him to dust. Some things simply can’t be envied.

Watching Mo En surrounded by guild presidents, basking in glory, Pakaas’s eyes were filled with envy and deep admiration.

Many others felt the same—those junior members who came along to broaden their horizons now looked at Mo En, the center of attention, with identical feelings; they’d truly gained insight today, and their arrogance had been crushed.

Every junior member who came with the guild presidents was a prodigy, a future star.

But before Mo En, no matter how great a prodigy or future star Itachi were, it meant nothing—Itachi all had to step aside.

Talent is merely the threshold to meet Mo En! Future stars are only fit to shimmer in the background!

After learning Joseph Bola likely wouldn’t die, the guild presidents relaxed and began gleefully mocking him.

Each had something to say, all united in their dislike for Joseph Bola—he truly was hated by everyone.

Seeing this, Mo En found it hard to keep a straight face.

If Joseph Bola were going to die, the presidents wouldn’t be gleeful—it would be bad karma—but since he wouldn’t die, they could freely revel in his misfortune. How utterly real.

While mocking Joseph Bola’s plight, the presidents also praised Mo En—these two actions went hand in hand, because to bring down Joseph Bola meant elevating Mo En; after all, Mo En was the other protagonist in this story.

“Mo En, what exactly was that rose of yours?”

Gao Deman asked curiously, and Bo Bu, Oba, and the others were equally intrigued—this move had felled Joseph Bola, and it could just as easily fell them; there was no doubt, their strength wasn’t greater than Joseph Bola’s.

“It’s a star rose I created with magic.”

Mo En replied with a smile, sticking firmly to pure fabrication.

His magic had no precedent, no written records—no one knew its true effects or how it was cast, so naturally, he could say whatever he pleased.

At this moment, facing Mo En’s explanation, Gao Deman, Bo Bu, Oba, and the other guild presidents all believed him—Mo En’s magic was indeed extraordinarily unique.

“The young are formidable! Ma Kaou, Itachi’ve had incredible luck!”

The guild presidents looked at Ma Kaou, who stood nearby with a smug grin, each filled with envy and jealousy.

His own grandson was a prodigy, terrifyingly strong—fine. But even his adopted grandson was a magic genius, even more extraordinary than the biological one! How did all these good fortunes fall to this old man?!

Facing the guild presidents’ blatant envy, Ma Kaou felt utterly delighted—this outcome was far more satisfying than if he’d slapped Joseph Bola himself; Mo En had given him immense face!

“That Joseph guy won’t be so arrogant anymore!”

Ma Kaou drank his wine, smiling happily—he’d somehow pulled out a perfectly intact bottle.

This incident would surely crush Joseph Bola’s arrogance; since becoming a “Top Ten Wizard,” Joseph had been scheming, always looking to cause trouble for him and “Fairy Tail.”

Ma Kaou had endured him until now—and finally, he’d gotten his revenge!

“But Ma Kaou, don’t forget to fix the hall—it was Itachi and Joseph Bola who damaged it. Itachi two are responsible.”

As Ma Kaou was enjoying himself, Oba Granny stepped forward to address the aftermath; Oba Babasama made it clear: the other attending guilds wouldn’t pay for this—“Fairy Tail” and “Phantom Lord” must shoulder the cost!

“Don’t nag, old woman—I’ll pay, of course! Ask around—when have I ever avoided compensation?”

Ma Kaou took another gulp of wine, answering irritably.

Oba was just too talkative—acting like he wouldn’t pay. Was he, Ma Kaou, that kind of person?! “Fairy Tail” spends a fortune on compensation every year!

“Itachi old bastard! Itachi’re even older than me, yet Itachi call me ‘old woman’? Turn!”

Oba Granny was instantly enraged by Ma Kaou’s “old woman” remark; she flicked her finger, casting her magic on him—the old man’s body began spinning rapidly in place. This was Oba Babasama’s magic.

“Hahaha~ Why did Itachi have to provoke her?”

Watching Ma Kaou spin endlessly with his wine bottle, the guild presidents burst into laughter—the atmosphere was harmonious.

It proved Ma Kaou was a man who could take a joke—he spun around, laughing heartily himself.

He was inherently kind and friendly; as long as no one insulted “Fairy Tail” or harmed the guild’s children, even jokes at his expense didn’t bother him—the old man had long since outgrown caring about his reputation.

After being lavishly praised by the enthusiastic guild presidents, Mo En slipped aside; while their attention was fixed on Grandpa Ma Kaou, he quietly squeezed out of the crowd and retreated to a corner to check his system.

【Ding! Mission “Top Ten Assault” completed!】

Mission progress: Defeat Joseph Bola (Completed)

Claim reward?

The 【Saint Warrior System】 pop-up had appeared moments ago, but Mo En had ignored it; now that he’d slipped outside, he could no longer contain his excitement and opened the system.

“I actually pulled off the bug exploit!”

Seeing the “Completed” text, Mo En felt relief—he hadn’t been certain of success until the moment it was final. Thankfully, the system’s judgment wasn’t that strict—he’d managed to ride Ma Kaou’s coattails to a win.

“But I did contribute—out of eighty-one points, I must’ve earned a few.”

Mo En thought to himself, then unhesitatingly selected “Claim Reward,” awaiting his first “Golden Saint Warrior Skill.” But then he paused—technically, it wasn’t his first; “Diamond Star Fist” was already there, and it was not happy.

“Hum!”

As Mo En selected “Claim,” the system panel flickered—acquiring a Golden Saint Warrior Skill differed markedly from Bronze or Silver ones; the system even added dazzling visual effects!

After a blinding flash of golden light, a magnificent golden gate opened, revealing a zodiac symbol.

Two large pincers extended, followed by a long, curved, spiked tail—it was a scorpion. This was the Eighth House: Scorpio!

【Congratulations! Skill Crimson Poison Needle unlocked!】

The golden symbol vanished; a system pop-up appeared—the skill had been successfully unlocked: the deadly scorpion tail needle!

(End of Chapter)