Hero? More like a villain-Chapter 50 - 47: Dust

Isakawa’s fingers twitched as blue mana surged through his veins, wrapping around his body like a protective cocoon. His breath steadied as the marble inside him finished absorbing the last remnants of mana.

With a quiet hum, the small, radiant marble came out from his chest and landed in his palm. It pulsed with raw mana, yet Isakawa paid it no mind. His blue eyes, now glowing, locked onto the unconscious woman beside him.

Jennifer’s breathing was steadier than before.

"Ha... looks likeit was a good idea to get death to heal her. Her heart rate is becoming normal. I never thought death could heal but it was worth the try. She managed to reduce the curse on Jennifer greatly," Isakawa chuckled under his breath, cradling Jennifer in his arms gently. Before making her float beside him as she was still asleep.

His gaze was then shifted to the child nonchalantly eating a dead body. It was Death.

Death immediately sensed something was wrong so she turned around to see Isakawa right before her, which caused her to flinch.

Isakawa took slow, deliberate steps toward her. His voice, low yet alluring. "I didn’t think you would do this much damage."

’How come I couldn’t sense him?’ Death’s thoughts churned as unease twisted in her gut. For even a moment, she had been blind to this human’s presence—something she couldn’t accept.

Before she could react further, a Blood Knight materialized in front of Isakawa, swinging its massive sword towards him.

It never landed.

With a sickening squelch, the knight exploded into a crimson mist before its blade could even touch him.

Two more knights emerged, each larger than the first, their synchronized strikes became blurry for the normal eye to even see. But as their swords descended upon him, they too disintegrated—wiped from existence before they even realized what had happened.

A single flick of Isakawa’s finger, all of Death’s knights were turned into red dust.

Death’s eyes widened. Her hands clenched into fists. ’What the hell?’ She ground her teeth, realizing what had just happened and she hated it.

"Death, stop!" Alka’s voice rang out from the void of space, a warning laced with urgency.

But Death ignored her.

Rage flared in her chest. She would not stand by and watch this. She got up wanting to attack, only to freeze.

A warm hand rested atop her head. As Isakawa had appeared beside her.

"It’s all right."

The words were spoken softly.

Her vision swayed. A strange, creeping fatigue settled into her limbs. The world around her blurred, spinning out of focus. She tried to resist, but her body refused to listen.

Death’s consciousness faded, and she collapsed.

—

Isakawa then walked forward, approaching the invisible barrier that encased the ruined city. Without hesitation, he pressed a single finger against it.

A crack formed.

It spread like a spiderweb, splintering outward. Within moments, the barrier shattered into countless shards of light, dissolving into nothingness.

The city, now exposed, laying in ruins. Fires crackled. The scent of iron filled the air. Bodies littered the streets, and the distant wails of survivors echoed through the devastation.

As if on cue, a sleek, black luxury car pulled up. The doors swung open, and several men in tailored black suits stepped out.

Without a word, they all bowed to Isakawa.

Despite the blood that had drenched his body, Isakawa didn’t care. With a simple flick of his fingers, the crimson stains vanished from his clothes and skin, leaving him looking as immaculate as ever.

One of the suited men—a commander, judging by his presence—stepped forward. His voice was calm, professional.

"Sir Isakawa, please advise. What should we do?"

Isakawa glanced at the wreckage, his expression unreadable. Then, in a measured tone, he replied, "Simple. Remove all traces of my daughter’s powers. Take my wife home and begin her treatment."

He paused, a glint of amusement flickering in his golden eyes. "Or perhaps... leave some traces behind. I’d like to see the anxious faces of the so-called heroes."

The men nodded, awaiting further orders.

Isakawa’s gaze drifted to Death’s unconscious body floating beside him before turning back to his men. "Take my daughter to the lab. I have other matters to attend to."

Another nod. No questions asked.

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By dawn, the tragedy dominated every news outlet.

Over 10,000 civilians dead.

Reports flooded the airwaves, each scrambling to explain the catastrophe. Some blamed a rift monster, due to there being signs of monsters that were caught on camera. Others explained more of the unexpected infiltration of fake heroes, their true motives still a mystery.

No one knew the truth.

And for now, that was exactly how Isakawa wanted it.

District A, Sector 3 – Shanghai

Secret Meeting of the Saints Organization

Inside a towering skyscraper, nestled in the heart of the city, a lavish conference room held four individuals seated around a luxurious table. The scent of polished wood and freshly brewed tea lingered in the air as the meeting carried on, each participant exuding a distinct presence.

Jack Badson leaned forward, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the tabletop. His voice was steady, yet laced with irritation.

"Would you like to explain to me what the hell is going on?"

Across from him, Tael grinned, his sharp canines glinting under the chandelier’s light.

"Oh my, what should I know? If someone’s trying to frame us for evil things again, that’s hardly new, is it?" he chimed playfully, his voice dripping with amusement.

Ryui, the ever-composed strategist, sighed, flipping through his notebook without so much as glancing up.

"Quit joking around. The deaths of our men were inevitable." His voice was calm, measured, as if they were discussing numbers instead of bodies.

Tael groaned, spinning lazily in his chair with his legs tucked up.

"Jeez, so boring. I wanna go play some more."

The sound of a phone shattering against the table silenced him.

"Shut up, you shitty brat!!" Lina snapped, her fingers tightening around what remained of her phone.

A vein pulsed at her temple—Tael’s whining had distracted her, causing her to lose an important gaming match. She turned her glare on him, seething with frustration.

Tael smirked, unfazed. He twirled a small dagger between his fingers, letting its edge catch the dim lighting. His purple eyes flickered with mischief as he leaned in closer.

"Oh? Do you wanna die?" His voice was teasing, yet there was an unmistakable killing intent in his eyes.

Lina narrowed her eyes, unimpressed.

"Why the hell do you even have a weapon? This is our second branch’s tower. No weapons are allowed in the meeting room." Her tone was laced with authority, reminding him of the strict rules imposed by their Head President, Isakawa.

Tael’s smirk only widened.

"Oh? No weapons allowed?" He tilted his head mockingly before pointing the gun toward Lina’s thigh. "Then what do you call that?"

Lina stiffened.

A sleek handgun, hidden beneath the tight fabric of her black leggings, rested against her skin.

Silence.

Tael let out a low chuckle. "Hypocrite much?"

Lina gritted her teeth but said nothing.

The tension in the air crackled—until the door swung open.

Immediately, the room fell into complete silence