My System Just Exploded, And You Ask Me to Become a God?-Chapter 32 --The Death of Harlan

"I'll buy! Who said I wouldn't?"

Steward Dulin nearly ground his teeth to dust, but in the end, he threw out a storage pouch.

"Five thousand mana stones. Take them, now release our young lady."

Joad tossed out the blonde-haired Mary. The people from Mington Principality couldn't help but laugh.

Such an amusing situation was rare to see!

But Joad's face remained cold as he spoke:

"Laugh all you want. Soon enough, you'll be crying."

The people from Mington Principality instantly panicked.

"Friend, what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing much. I'm just about to take out someone from Jopell."

Everyone on the scene was stunned.

The grand scholar from Mington Principality couldn't hold back and asked,

"Are you trying to offend us all?"

"That's right."

...

Joad turned and returned to Ilan's Study Hall,

leaving all the other factions standing outside, looking at one another in silence.

His response had been blunt and decisive—he didn't even bother arguing.

What kind of grudge was this?

Nobody could laugh anymore. Only the people from Ilan Principality let out a subtle sigh of relief.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The other factions immediately voiced their dissatisfaction,

and Grand Scholar Jeffry stepped forward and said:

"Earlier, our Headmaster Simar warned you all, but you brushed him off."

"He's the infamous Rogue Thief Kid who has caused havoc in our principality for years.

He's done every evil deed imaginable—crossing him never ends well!"

"What?!"

Everyone's expressions changed instantly.

They had all heard of this "Rogue Thief Kid" before,

but dismissed it as a joke, the name sounding far too ridiculous.

Now, no one was laughing.

"Who the hell is this lunatic?"

Meanwhile, the people of Pyrothian Kingdom weren't paying attention to the discussions.

They were desperately trying to save Harlan.

If they delayed any longer, Harlan would die.

Fortunately, they had come well-prepared with plenty of magical potions.

After administering them, Harlan's condition visibly began to stabilize.

Before long, Harlan opened his eyes again—

but now they were filled with killing intent.

"That bastard... I'll kill him!"

Harlan roared and charged straight toward the portal once more.

Bruce instinctively tried to stop him but was held back by Old Mage Peter.

The others looked on in shock.

"What's with this guy? Does he want to die?"

On the other side, the blonde-haired Mary had also recovered.

She gritted her teeth and rushed toward the portal without hesitation.

Steward Dulin didn't stop her either—

because deep down, they both knew something:

Neither Harlan nor Mary had used all their trump cards yet.

The earlier failure was unexpected—but this time would be different.

Back inside Ilan's Study Hall,

Joad's puppet had just delivered a full seventy thousand mana stones into his hands.

Looking at the pile of mana stones, Joad felt a strange sense of unreality.

He had just made 70,000 in such a short time!

At this rate, becoming an archmage, or even a grand archmage, didn't seem that far off anymore.

It felt like he had opened the door to a whole new world.

Technically, he still had Jopell from Mington Principality to deal with.

But Mington Principality was in worse shape than even Ilan Principality.

Even if he caught the guy, he probably wouldn't fetch much—might as well just kill him.

Besides, Mington Principality had repeatedly caused him trouble. It was time to send a message.

The puppet moved again.

Oddly enough, the main teaching building had vanished entirely.

Leit had retreated, and Jopell had fled.

But Joad could still sense his position—

and so, he ordered the puppet to take him out.

Just then, he sensed something wrong.

Two familiar auras had reappeared inside the hall!

Had they returned to deliver more mana stones?

Was he really this lucky?

The puppet once again moved to restrain them.

But to Joad's surprise, a terrifying magical energy suddenly surged from Mary.

Harlan's situation was no different.

Then, a new figure appeared behind Harlan!

With the emergence of this elderly figure, a powerful pressure instantly filled the room.

Wait, two people now?

A flicker of doubt crossed Joad's eyes.

A split mental body?

After a brief analysis, Joad arrived at the conclusion.

A split mental body—something he had once come across in ancient magical texts.

When a mage's level and mind power are strong enough, they can create a secondary body.

Harlan must have had a powerful mage attach a split mental body to him—

a clever way to bypass Ilan's Study Hall's restrictions.

Mary, meanwhile, was giving off an even more terrifying aura—

so intense that even elite-rank mages would tremble before it.

It was clear these two had returned prepared.

The puppet was instantly overwhelmed.

The old gentleman scanned Mary with a calm gaze and gave her a slight nod.

Joad could feel it clearly—this man was far stronger than Bruce or Peter.

Moments later, the old man asked,

"Harlan, did you awaken me because you've found the Ilan Manuscript?"

Harlan quickly replied:

"Great Grand Scholar, the Ilan Manuscript has appeared, but its whereabouts are currently unknown.

Something went wrong... we need your help."

"Something went wrong?"

The old man raised an eyebrow, a sharp light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"What happened exactly?"

Harlan took a deep breath, suppressing his fear,

pointed at the black-robed puppet not far away, and said through gritted teeth:

"Great Grand Scholar—it's him! He tried to kill me!"

The old man followed Harlan's gaze and set his eyes on the puppet.

"In that case... let's kill him first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and gave a gentle wave.

A surge of invisible mind power rolled out like a tide, enveloping the puppet.

The puppet suddenly froze.

A series of explosions rang out as it was blasted back, its black robe torn apart.

"Hmph. So much for that."

The old man let out a cold snort, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

He waved again, and his mind power tightened like shackles, binding the puppet completely.

The puppet struggled with all its might but couldn't break free.

Finally, it collapsed, kneeling motionless under the old man's pressure.

Just then, the old man's expression changed slightly.

"Hm? This puppet is... an elite-rank puppet?!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was heard clearly by everyone present.

Everyone was stunned.

Elite-rank puppet?!

That was a priceless treasure!

And whoever could control such a puppet—what kind of terrifying strength did they possess?

Instantly, all eyes locked onto the black-robed puppet, filled with shock and confusion.

The old man's face grew serious as he slowly turned to the distant shadows.

"Are you not going to show yourself?"

From the shadows, Joad's figure emerged.

He lowered his hood, revealing a young and handsome face.

"All this effort—just for the Ilan Manuscript?"

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Harlan's rage reignited at the sight of him.

He struggled forward, shouting,

"You bastard! I'll kill you!"

But as soon as he moved, he was frozen in place by an invisible force.

"Harlan, calm down,"

the old man said coolly.

Then he turned to Joad, a glint flashing in his eyes.

"Young man, you're impressive—able to control an elite-rank puppet.

But did you really think that alone would stop us?"

"Stop you?"

Joad chuckled and shook his head.

"You've guessed wrong."

As he spoke, his mind power surged forth—

and in a flash, shattered the force the old man had used to restrain Harlan!

The old man's expression changed drastically.

This split mind body of his held advanced elite rank strength—

yet Joad tore through it so effortlessly?

Impossible!

Joad didn't waste words.

He wrapped Harlan entirely with his mind power.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Harlan let out a blood-curdling scream as his body twisted violently.

BOOM!

With a muffled sound, Harlan's body was torn to pieces—

ripped apart by Joad's raw mind power.