WHO'S THE REAL DEMON

"It's a success."

Kent muttered, letting out a sigh of success, feeling the connection he has to his marvelous spiritual core and octagon magic ring that manifested in him.

He slowly relaxed meditating one's more enjoying the feeling of power surging, reading the beautiful gentle flow of essence and mana in him.

He stood up and was about to leave when he suddenly halted his step, Kent stared at the river, a smirk shown in his face.

"You one sneaky insect, why don't you show yourself."

He called out, directing his voice to the center of the river.

Bubbles…

"He run…?"

He wanted to know what was the thing that was able to avoid his senses, but for it to run without a second thought…

Kent shook his head blue energy called mana started gathering in his right palm, he conjured a spell sending it straight to the river.

Swoosh…

In the river an ice wall emerge blocking the creature's path.

Unable to quickly react the creature slammed onto the ice wall.

The coldness spread throughout its body and the river, it quickly jumps out of the water escaping the coldness that had pierced through its skin reaching the internal organs.

Grindylows a water demon, a humanoid fish face creature, this demon that supposed to be resistant to cold almost die because of the cold.

The water demon looked around trying to find Kent.

A silhouette appeared behind the water demon, before it could even react, the shadow extended a handa hand quickly quickly grabbing the water demon's neck.

Screech…!

Screech…!

Kent captured the water demon, grabbing its neck.

"You one sneaky bastard, you dare try to do a sneak attack while I'm occupied."

Kent tighten the grip.

The water demon couldn't breathe, randomly swinging its foot and arms struggling to break free out of Kent's grasp.

The water demon started screaming out loud, releasing an ear-piercing cry.

Crack… shatter…!

The nearby buildings had their windows and other glass like materials exploding from the loud ear-piercing cry.

"You think that action would work on me, stopped your pointless struggle and die painlessly."

Kent, hardens the grip…

Crack!

The Grindylows eyes turned white, Kent let go of the water demon's neck as it slowly lump onto the ground lifeless.

"What a nice catch, there should be something useful from this demon."

Kent coated his right hand with non attributed mana piercing the Grindylows chest, pulling out a marble size spherical orb.

"Just as expected…"

Pulling out the water demon's core, the body slowly disintegrated into nothingness, leaving nothing even a dust.

Kent satisfied left the scene.

A few minutes later people begun to gathered, the sleeping residents exited their abodes confused and curious on what just happened.

On the other hand, one of the culprits already disintegrated while the other one casually walk through the sidewalk of the town time to time stopping by the food stalls enjoying a good time.

Kent arrived through a silent alleyway, he saw two hooligans sitting beside a black metal door of a small two-floor building.

He moved closer to the two savage looking hooligans, the two didn't pay a heed to him.

Kent approached one of the hooligans, then whisper something in a low voice.

"Blood Judgement."

The hooligans hearing this didn't seem to show a response.

Kent waited for a second as the hooligan's face showed an incredulously look before nodding.

One of them then tap the black metal door in a strange manner like seemingly playing a drum.

However, before this strange actions, Kent knew that this is a secret password the group used to ensure their safety.

The man could either send a distress call if an enemy attack the base.

Previously back when his working as a man working in the shadows in New Genesis he was recruited by a group called Crazy Judge the group was one's an underground organization in the real world.

Joining the group Kent got to know their rules and tactics he even made some friends during his time in the group.

So, knowing their behavior and actions in the past before the apocalypse genesis descended is a given.

He still has a month before the apocalypse genesis descended, so Kent decided to try his luck joining this hidden underground organization in secret.

He didn't need to worry a thing about his identity being revealed or to safety, as the group is more inclined in being a secretive bunch.

The organization is more like a hidden private mercenary and assassin group, one could either accept guard duty, assassination missions or investigation.

Moreover, dozens of rich powerful families and large private organizations that has a good influence in the underworld section of the world loved hiring men of the Crazy Judge.

Entering the inside Kent arrive in a bar he could see most people wearing hoods and masks relaxing while drinking.

Kent sat at a table, his face is covered in a mask, he then called out to one of the waiters serving drinks.

The waiter immediately rush to Kent's side like his life depends on it.

Kent hand over a blank paper.

The waiter received the blank paper, nodding, he entered the staff room behind the liquor stance.

A man seems to be drunk his face is red not wearing a mask at all approached Kent tapping his shoulder.

"H-hey th-their, yo-your new ri-right I do-don't rec-recognize y-you."

"That bastard is at it again, should we stop him?"

One of the guys in a corner muttered in a low voice.

"Let him be, if he is to die, it's his own fault."

Another guy beside him commented.

Kent ignored the man, shrugging off his hand.

Yet, the man didn't seem to stopped tapping Kent on the shoulder again.

"Yo-you a-are you lis-listening?"

Kent, annoyed, gave the man a cold glare.

Unconsciously the man felt threatened cold sweat started dripping down from his forehead, to this he snap out of his drunken supper.

Gathering his wits the drunken guy tried to run yet as he does, he stumbled to the ground, recovering he quickly dashed out of the place.

"Huh… what just happened?"

One of the guys watching the spectacle questioned yet to his question no one answered.

Most of the people inside the bar has an ugly look in their faces, while the hoods and mask covered their appearance they couldn't help but step back some slowly leaving the place.

The person that just questioned stood up confuse seeing several people started leaving.

Another guy who was about to leave approached him.

"You're a newbie are you, then let me remind you this, that new guy isn't someone you should offend."

The questioning guy was left confused, unable to comprehend what just happened.

He followed the others exiting the establishment, glancing at Kent in fear.

Kent purposely releasing a tremendous killing intent targeting the drunk guy, but the aura being released spread throughout the bar pressuring everyone.

Mercenary and assassin organizations in the underworld has a common unspoken rule called "survival of the fittest" for one to gain respect and fame one need to be strong enough to support themselves.

Others didn't care a bit of the other parties background, in such world it's either kill or be killed, supporting organizations might try taking revenge but not crazy enough that they would involve the whole organizations.