Volume 1 Chapter 40-2 Gathering with the Villainous Guildmaster and Those Who Have Been Played I [Irankus VI]
'They're all in the same situation as you... comrades.'
"Comrades... huh?"
'Yes. Those who were EXILED and received harsh backlash... in short, the EXILED ONES.'
EXILED Ones.
I see. Since I also EXILED Act Age as a Human, I might be the same as them.
'I gather EXILED ones like myself and form a GUILD. You could say I'm the GUILDMASTER of the EXILED ONES GUILD.'
"An EXILED Ones Guild? What a joke. Such a guild isn't registered with the association."
'Yes, it's an UNOFFICIAL ORGANIZATION.'
Things are getting pretty shady.
Irankus looks at the EXILED ones brought by Dostoevsky.
Their eyes were all clouded with hatred.
But deep inside, a BURNING ANGER could be seen.
A shiver... ran down my spine.
"Well, that's enough for me."
'Really? You don't want the power to take revenge on ACT AGE?'
Dostoevsky nods, and Zaltchim steps forward.
'Ugh... GRRRRRROOOO!'
BAM! BAM!
Zaltchim's body swells.
He transforms into a MUSCULAR GIANT, clenches his fist, and punches the wall.
With a tremendous CRASH, the wall of Irankus's house is destroyed.
The shock wave blows apart the ceiling, leaving nothing behind.
"W-WHAT AN AMAZING POWER... HEY! MY HOUSE! ...WHAT?!"
Stunned, Irankus mutters.
The house, which should have been destroyed, returns to its original state in the next instant.
"WH-WHAT THE... HOW DID MY DESTROYED HOUSE...?"
'That's the TALENT I gave him.'
'Talent... to give, huh?'
'Yes. I can bestow the talent I desire upon others.'
Talent-blossoming power.
It reminded him of someone.
"You... ACT AGE?"
'Impossible. He and I are completely different. He simply recognizes and draws out the power a person inherently possesses. But... I AM DIFFERENT.'
Dostoevsky puts his hand on his chest and declares:
'I can offer you the PERFECT TALENT to fulfill your desires, my OUTCAST.'
It's definitely different from Act Age.
He simply draws out hidden talents bestowed by the heavens.
On the other hand, this EVIL GOD grants the DESIRED ABILITIES to those who wish for them.
'Don't you want it? The POWER to take REVENGE on him?'
Seeing that overwhelming power... to say you don't want it would be a lie.
ACT AGE.
Losing that guy made everything in my life go downhill.
'If you join MY GUILD, you'll gain POWER. That way, you can regain the GLORY you once had. And you can get your REVENGE on ACT AGE. On those who ABANDONED you.'
It was exactly the DEVIL'S WHISPER.
Right now, he has NOTHING LEFT in his hands.
But deep down, a monstrous DESIRE to get back at those who betrayed him was swirling inside.
"I WANT IT... I WANT... THE POWER TO TAKE REVENGE ON THOSE WHO LOOKED DOWN ON ME!"
'I suppose you agree to join MY GUILD?'
"YES! I'LL JOIN YOUR GUILD! IF THAT MEANS I CAN GET REVENGE ON ACT!'
NIHIHIHI...!
As he laughs, Dostoevsky approaches.
'Then, the CONTRACT is sealed.'
He pokes Irankus's brow with his finger... TSUN!
"UGH, GU, UGHHHHHHH!'
Suddenly, Irankus writhes in PAIN.
"YOU, YOU...! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Something is CRAWLING around inside his head.
His MEMORIES, his CONSCIOUSNESS, are changing into something ELSE.
In exchange, a terrifyingly POWERFUL ENERGY floods his body.
'Oh, and one more thing. I did say I could give talents to others. But...'
NIHIHI... And he laughs wickedly.
'It's NEVER GUARANTEED to be the talent the recipient DESIRES.'
"YOU... YOU TRICKED ME!"
'Nobody ever said it would be the talent YOU wanted, did they?'
Irankus transforms into a MONSTROUS CREATURE.
It was as if the UGLY FORM emitted from within him had materialized the HATRED he harbored for Act.
'My guild was created to FULFILL MY WISHES. It's all about PREYING ON WEAKLINGS like you and turning you into PAWNS for my own WICKED SCHEMES.'
"ACT... AAAGEEEEEEEEE!"
Dostoevsky glanced at the monster that was Irankus, and Zaltchim.
And with a cold grin, he said:
'Now, shall we proceed, you EXILED ONES?'
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