Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 682: Stupid Trick

“So, that’s pretty much everything that went down,” Fleicie said, taking a deep breath, waiting for the inevitable loud scream that was coming.

But she received none of that, only the stupefied gaze of Mrs. Doublenun.

“You! I…,” Mrs. Doublenun struggled to say, yet no words came out. The only thing she could do was approach Fleicie and give her a very deep hug.

“I’ll just say, you should be careful, Fleicie. Your father’s spirit would watch over you…” She said, something she herself knew would have no doubt surprised her.

But what could she say? The little lady had already left her home, ignoring her uncle’s advice, one of the people closest to her.

It was more than clear she had resolved her heart to leaving the place and embarking on the journey.

Right now, she was too far beyond saving, and any advice against it would do nothing but be counterproductive. On that note, all she could do was pray for her to be okay.

“I will return safely, Mrs. Doublenun. And I’ll make you all proud. I promise…” she said seriously, tightening her hold on her affectionately.

The silence reigned for a while before finally they let go, and Felicie got back to her business mode.

“So, I’ve come here to…”

“No need to say it. I have you covered…” Mrs. Doublenun said, almost like she could read her mind, and quickly they both got to work, with Mrs. Doublenun packing up everything she would need for the journey and feeding her until her stomach bulged.

Three hours quickly passed by, and Felicie came back to the floor of the restaurant, finding Zeras who had remained in the exact position as she had left him, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the table, not having changed for a single second.

“I’m so glad you waited. Thank you for…”

“Can we go now?” Zeras asked, slowly rising to his feet and moving towards the exit.

“Right,” Fleicie answered as she quickly followed after him, at a snail’s pace due to the large bag that she was dragging behind her.

Arriving at the doorknob, Zeras’s hand moved towards it, before suddenly stopping at the last second. He moved to the side, enabling Fleicie to walk past him.

“It’s not locked, is it?” Fleicie asked him as she opened up the knob and dragged her bag outside.

Slowly turning his gaze behind him, Zeras’s narrowed eyes locked on the wall opposite, or to say, the person behind the wall opposite.

“You’re lucky I don’t have your time. Or I’d make sure you die the most heinous death ever recorded in this realm for your stupid trickery…” Zeras mused, seemingly to nobody in particular, before he walked out of the door.

“Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh,” the sound of struggled breathing could be heard behind the wall that Zeras had turned to look at before, and its source was none other than Mrs. Doublenun, her heart pounding in her rib cage.

“He…He is very dangerous!”

—

“Ahhh, ahhh, ahh. Can you wait up a bit! It’s very heavy, you know!” Fleicie screamed out at him, collapsing on her knees, as cold white air puffed out of her mouth.

The snow was starting to reign down heavily, resulting in the entire world turning into an absolute color of white.

Behind her were the trails of the bag she was repeatedly dragging down on the ground.

It was so heavy that she couldn’t lift it up, and the young man, though walking at his normal pace, was faster than her.

Her heart panged in her chest anytime she felt him disappearing in the snow.

That resulted in her overexerting herself, and after two hours of relentless work, she finally gave up, roaring out her heart.

STEP

STEP

STEP

The sound of the steps slowly came to a halt as Zeras turned his gaze behind him, seeing the shivering and tired Fleicie who seemed to be able to drop dead any second from now.

He walked back to her, placing a finger on her bag, and instantly, it disappeared into thin air.

“Hopefully you catch up now…” he said to her, resuming his walk forward.

“I almost forgot that…” Fleicie mused to herself, but she snapped out of it seeing Zeras disappear once more.

The last thing she wanted was getting lost in the heavy snow and having to find her way back among those packs of devils called otherworlders.

—

Even as the snow poured down heavily, both of them were able to finally find their way back to the inn, but Fleicie found her brows furrowed when she saw a large crowd of otherworlders all hanging out at the door.

Some of whom she recognized also lived at the inn, and all simply stayed outside it. Their lips were silent, but their faces revealed annoyance and faint anger.

At the front of the inn, there stood two guards, looking like bears except with steel-like pointed furs and a crown of horns, with flames exiting their noses with every breath.

They held two-meter-long spears in their hands, stained with red blood, and their ruby-red eyes scanned the crowd with ferocity and hints of disdain.

Beneath their feet were three corpses of other otherworlders, further striking fear into anyone present on the scene.

“Just what is going on!?” Fleicie couldn’t help but ask, and the reply soon came from somebody beside her.

“What could it be, if not for those bastard geno-sues from the High Heaven Universe! The White Devil race!” The man who answered her question grumbled in disdain as Zeras narrowed his eyes listening to what he had to say.

“Suddenly they came to the inn and instantly ordered everyone out!

They said we would be out for two hours but now, seven hours have already passed, and they refuse to budge at all.

Those three corpses are people who argued to go back, but they were killed in a single move by those two servants of their own before they could even touch the gate at all.

Arrogant bastards!”