Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 62: Clan Side Mission

The heroes of the world arise from among us, and once we step into the Magus world, time flies by, swift as a fleeting shadow.

In laughter, we speak of power and glory, yet life itself feels like a brief, intoxicating dream.

Heavenly Demon Clan is but a small world, a fragment of the larger Magus landscape. Leaving the Clan is like a small fish diving into the vast ocean.

Will the wide sea allow this fish to swim freely? Not necessarily—freedom and success depend on one’s strength and survival instincts.

The rain poured down in torrents, a rare downpour for autumn, with raindrops falling like strings of silver beads from the sky, covering the distant mountains in a mysterious veil.

The day felt especially cold, as if chilled by the rain itself.

Clip-clop!

The sound of galloping hooves echoed urgently along the main road, the rhythm merging with the pounding of rain on the ground.

The sound was sharp, fast, and clear, growing louder with every moment.

Splash!

A horse’s hooves struck a puddle, sending filthy water spraying in all directions.

In an instant, the horse had covered several dozen feet, tearing through the rain with unbridled speed.

This was no noble steed, and the rider wasn’t the sort to be called noble either.

Aizen wore a rain cloak and a bamboo hat, braving the rain and racing through the storm. His destination was set, his goal clear, guided by the intel he had received.

After killing Valentino, he had immediately left Heavenly Demon Clan, descending the mountain to complete the mission given to him by Elder Mustang.

This task wasn’t just a mission from Elder Mustang—it was also a system-assigned quest.

As a deacon elder in Heavenly Demon clan’s outer Clan, Elder Mustang’s missions fell under the category of faction tasks, and completing them typically earned system rewards.

But this time, the mission came with a special notification from the system itself:

"System Notification:

Clan Side Mission Activated

—The Struggle for the Triesenberg Treasure Vault."

Mission Requirements: 1. Kill Marco Crowley,

an ally of the Seven Swords Clan

(time-sensitive; must kill him before he reaches the city);

Head to Treisenberg city to find Senior Brother Viggo and,

under his direction, repel the Seven Swords Clan disciples and prevent the righteous Clan from claiming the treasure vault of Triesenberg city.

Mission Reward: ??? Mission Failure Penalty:

Randomly reset a skill’s proficiency to zero."

This side mission was clearly challenging, with two primary requirements. Failure to complete either would likely result in the mission’s failure. Though the reward remained unknown, the penalty was explicit.

Initially, Aizen had taken on Elder Mustang’s mission with little interest, seeing it as a task to pass the time. But with the system’s penalty in place, he now needed to treat it seriously.

Of course, if the mission turned out to be too dangerous, risking his life, Aizen wouldn’t hesitate to abandon it.

Losing a skill’s proficiency level was inconvenient but manageable; with the system, he could regain lost ground quickly. But if he lost his life, there would be no second chance.

Riding hard, he charged through the rain, scattering the raindrops like a curtain of shattered pearls.

According to the information provided by Giordano , a deacon elder responsible for intelligence gathering, the young master of the Crowley family was traveling with considerable pomp. Seated in a luxurious carriage, surrounded by beautiful companions and guarded by attendants, he was making his way to Triesenberg City as if on a leisurely outing.

Killing this young master wouldn’t be easy.

He was well protected, with elite guards by his side, including two late-stage Blood Refinement experts and a skilled coachman.

Marco himself was a mid-stage Blood Refinement Magus artist.

Taking him down under such tight protection would be difficult, even for Aizen, who ranked 27th on the outer Clan’s Gold Ranking.

Without careful planning and precise execution, success was far from guaranteed.

While he knew his target’s general strength and skills, he couldn’t be certain of their true combat abilities until he faced them.

With this in mind, he needed a foolproof strategy, something that could account for any unexpected moves.

Aizen sped toward the planned interception point, aiming to get ahead of Marco group.

Soon, a tavern appeared up ahead.

In this northeastern region, taverns in the wilderness were rarely run by respectable merchants. Many served as fronts for shady dealings, often becoming hubs for bandits and rogue Sorcery artists.

The owner of this tavern was no exception.

Known as "Blackheart," he had a reputation for unscrupulous dealings and was also a low-ranking deacon in Heavenly demon Clan’s West Academy.

Heavenly demon Clan had countless black-clad disciples.

Those who saw no future in advancing to the outer Clan often trained for a few years before taking on roles as low-level deacons.

Supported by the Clan, they would operate businesses or gather intelligence, serving the Clan’s interests from behind the scenes.

As Aizen rode toward the tavern, the servant boy spotted him through the downpour and rushed outside, ignoring the rain to greet him.

When Aizen pulled his horse to a halt and dismounted, water droplets sprayed from his rain cloak.

"Please, honored guest, come inside!" the boy greeted him warmly, taking the reins with a respectful smile and guiding him in.

Aizen entered the tavern, which was open on all sides, allowing rainwater to flow in and soak the muddy floor.

The wind howled, almost lifting the thick thatch roof.

Without removing his bamboo hat or cloak, Aizen walked straight to the counter and slapped the table.

"Got any good wine?"

The servant boy, who had just returned from stabling the horse, glanced at Aizen with a look that seemed to convey understanding.

Behind the counter sat a middle-aged man with a monkey-like face, his appearance marred by a large mole on his nose.

His sly, ingratiating expression seemed to fit his nickname, Blackheart.

Upon hearing Aizen’s question, the shopkeeper rose quickly, his lean face breaking into a fawning smile.

He glanced outside at the rain-drenched road, then nodded respectfully toward Aizen.

"Quite a storm out there, guest.

Are you in the mood for strong wine or bitter wine?"

Aizen didn’t bother with small talk.

He flipped his palm to reveal a token briefly before stashing it away.

"Both."

Blackheart’s grin widened, his face resembling a blooming chrysanthemum.

"You’ve understood the mission details, correct?" Aizen asked in a low voice.

"Yes, senior brother," Blackheart replied, his smile cunning and knowing.

"The road ahead has already been blocked.

A landslide caused by the heavy rain has made it impassable.

The muddy ground will make travel difficult, and it’ll look completely natural."

Aizen nodded slightly, casting a glance at the servant boy, "Is everything prepared? Avoid any moves that might alert them."

"Don’t worry, senior brother. I’ve pulled out my finest trick for this job," Blackheart said, his smile turning sinister. "Unscented Numb Muscle Powder, a hundred silver per gram, tasteless and odorless. With a small dosage, even a silver needle won’t detect it in wine... heh heh heh."

Aizen nodded slightly, then suddenly stepped forward, appearing in front of the servant boy in an instant.

"Ah!" he exclaimed.

With the speed of a crane’s beak, Aizen’s hand struck the servant boy’s temple.

The boy let out a faint grunt before collapsing to the floor, unconscious.

"Senior brother, what are you...?" Blackheart exclaimed, shocked and alarmed, his expression turning wary as he pulled out two concealed weapons, ready for anything.