Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 64 - : THE ANOMALY

Logging out from the game, Kyle found Lilith staring at him, a mischievous smile on her face.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm watching you—that cute face of yours."

"Can you please stop acting so annoying? It's disgusting. How long have you been here staring at me like an annoying stalker?"

"Not much, some minutes. Well, actually a few hours," Lilith confessed.

Kyle felt a wave of headache. The demon lord was getting bold, and he was worried about how daring she would be in the future.

"Have you set up the meeting?" Kyle asked, deciding to put Lilith's behavior aside.

"Hey, stop commanding me like I'm your handmaid! I'm the demon lord—the demon lord! The only being above me in command is the demon god!" Lilith protested.

"So did you set the meeting?" Kyle asked again, uninterested in Lilith's antics.

"Tsk, I did. The meeting will be held two days from now. Your world is so primitive—imagine taking two days just to travel a short distance," Lilith said once more, lazing around on Kyle's bed.

"That's good. Thanks for the hard work. Do you wish to preside over the meeting, or should I take over?" Kyle asked the lazy Lilith.

"Oh, that? You do it. I don't care about any of those stuff. If you need my help to put them in order and ensure they don't backlash against your command, then I will help you... for just a kiss," Lilith said, a seductive look on her face.

"I don't need your help in putting those low-lives in check. It's either they obey me or they die."

"Tsk, you really are a demon, true and true," Lilith couldn't help but say.

"So how did it go? I'm talking about the banquet," Lilith asked, curiosity taking over her.

"The banquet was boring as expected—news of demon invasion being circulated, preparation in motion. But the after-party? Now that's the charm. I met with my old friends, caught up on old times," Kyle said, a smile on his face.

"And?"

"Well, I made sure they played a game with me. After killing Greg's friends, I implanted a demon seed in them. Their demonification is only a matter of time. Greg has no choice but to chase after me and confront me if he has any hope of saving his friends," Kyle said.

"Wait, demonification? How are you capable of that? Only demon lords and the demon god are able to do so. How are you able to do that?" Lilith asked, truly surprised.

"I don't know. You tell me," Kyle said under Lilith's suspicious gaze.

"You should be careful about using that, if I must advise you. I'm the exception, but other demon lords might feel threatened by you and decide to come for you. That's not going to be good for you, I promise."

"Thanks for the advice, but I've got it covered."

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"How is the tightening of security coming along?" Leo, head of the police department of Mer, asked his subordinate.

"The tightening of security is going smoothly, sir. The police patrol and alertness are at an all-time high, the force ready for deployment at a moment's notice."

"Good. And the special forces assigned to the key targets of the terrorist?"

"Done, sir. SWAT teams have been assigned to protect everyone suspected to be targeted by Nemesis."

"Good. We need to do a good job and ensure things go smoothly. The president has warned that any lapse on our side or any deaths caused by that Nemesis will force the military to get involved—something we wouldn't want to wish for at all. We have lost enough face and honor already; we can't lose more."

"Yes, sir."

The subordinate left the office after receiving more tasks to fulfill from Leo.

Leo, sighing, reclined in his chair, the fear of death choking him every minute.

Ring! Ring!

His phone rang, an unknown caller flashing on the screen. He ignored it.

But the unknown caller was persistent, calling repeatedly, much to Leo's frustration, forcing him to pick up the call.

"Who is this?" Leo asked, extremely annoyed.

"Leo, the next in line to die. I'm Nemesis—or should I say Greg Austin? It's a cold night. How dutiful of you to still remain in your office at this hour. A patriotic leader you really are."

"You! What do you want? This game of yours should end now! I would advise you to surrender yourself peacefully. I promise I will help reduce the number of years you will spend behind bars."

"Hah, Leo, how bold of you. I would have loved to take your offer, but you see, I'm a busy man. I have a lot of people to take care of on my list. Perhaps I will consider your offer... after killing them all. I'm not calling to talk about going to jail or not. The reason I'm calling is to let you know I'm coming for you, and I would love you to prepare as best as you can so that when I kill you, only helplessness will remain on your face." Nemesis ended the call.

"All units, prepare for battle! The terrorist is targeting our base! I repeat, prepare for battle!"

Leo sent an announcement throughout the headquarters, fear gripping his heart tightly.

Answering the call, all units prepared their weapons. Already having the go-ahead to kill on sight, they prepared themselves mentally to not hold back against the potential enemy of the night.

"Hey, don't you think this is overkill for one man? I mean, our weapons and equipment were upgraded. Can't believe the government literally considers him a threat—it was just one lucky kill. Everyone was caught off guard," a random police officer said to his teammate, his confidence at an all-time high. "Perhaps I might just be the one to end his life and win a medal for myself. Hahaha," he said.

"Well, lucky you. You have the chance now—take your shot," Nemesis said, walking toward the police team.

"Eyes on the target, I repeat, eyes on the target," a policeman communicated on the walkie-talkie.

"Hah, I guess I'm pretty lucky, coming in contact with you first. You are pretty stupid for coming alone. This is where you die!" the policeman said, releasing fire.

Bullets flew toward Nemesis, and that's when the craziest thing happened—the bullets passed through Nemesis, none hitting him.

"Please tell me you are not going easy on me. That would be nice of you," Nemesis said, moving closer to the squad.

"Open fire! I repeat, open fire!" the leader of the team commanded all his team members, everyone firing their shots. But not a single bullet hit Nemesis.

"How is this possible? What's going on?" the team leader asked, surprise and fear in his eyes.

"I would advise you to drop your weapons and let me through. I do not wish to kill people who have nothing to do with my feud. But if you insist on being stupid, be my guest," Nemesis said.

"Drop your weapons, I repeat, drop your weapons and stand guard," the leader ordered.

"No! I won't accept this!" The police officer who had mocked Nemesis earlier refused the order, firing his shots.

"Warned you," Nemesis said, running toward the shooting police officer. He moved like a blur, a dagger in his hand. With super-quick precision, he slit the officer's throat.

The rest of the team stood frozen in fear, no one daring to retaliate.

With an unguarded door, Nemesis walked into the building. The same situation occurred within the building—everyone shot at him, then realized how useless their attacks were, surrendering. On rare occasions, some officers fired, showing extreme bravery. Nemesis responded swiftly, killing them and moving forward until he reached Leo's office.

"Leo, it's an honor to meet you," Nemesis said, walking toward Leo.

"You're here… I will tell you everything you want, give you everything you want, but please don't hurt me! Please spare my life!" Leo pleaded.

Nemesis, of course, ignored him. He walked toward him and, with immense force, stabbed Leo's thigh with his dagger.

"You will bleed to death if you don't tell me what I want—a slow, painful death. I believe you wouldn't want to die in such a painful way," Nemesis said, his voice cold.

"I will say everything you want me to say! Please!"

"Very well. The administrators and my parents—what do you know about them? How are they both connected?" Nemesis asked.

"Your parents are the administrators—the people chosen by the Earth's will to act as wardens against rifts. They ensure the rift isn't opened, preventing our world from being invaded by foreign enemies, especially those from the apocalypse. We…"

Leo tried to continue but was unable to, clutching his slit throat with both hands to prevent blood loss.

"Well, we couldn't allow him to say any more than he needs to," the demon knight said, his sharp nails colored red by Leo's blood.

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"And who the hell are you?" Nemesis asked, his eyes growing cold, extremely vexed.

"Me? No one in particular—just someone ensuring that the fool doesn't say more than he should. You've been acting pretty arrogant lately. I guess a little bit of power got into your head, and now you think you're unbeatable," the demon knight said to Nemesis, as a battle was about to erupt between both parties.