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Chapter 37
🕑 Added 2024-11-27 14:56:35 +0000 UTCSeeing the accountant-bodyguard trembling in fear, Morin finally withdrew his foot and helped him up from the ground.
At the same time, Morin's expression softened dramatically.
“No need to be so scared~” he said with a friendly tone, “This is actually a good thing for both of us.”
“You’ll help me process my identification documents, and I’ve already dealt with your boss for you.”
“With him gone, all of his bad debts, hidden cash reserves, and even his bank shares are now unclaimed.”
The previously terrified accountant-bodyguard froze momentarily, then his eyes gleamed with sudden understanding.
Noticing the shift, Morin’s lips curved into a sly smile.
“I have no interest in your boss’s other assets,” Morin said smoothly. “But since you were his personal accountant and bodyguard, you must know a lot of his little secrets, don’t you?”
He leaned in slightly. “That leaves plenty of room for... opportunities.”
The accountant’s eyes sparkled even more brightly, as if Morin’s words had flipped a switch in his mind.
“Think about it,” Morin continued, his voice low and persuasive, like a devil tempting someone into sin. “There’s a bright future waiting for you—money, power, freedom. But if you mess with me now and lose your life, is it worth it?”
The accountant instinctively shook his head.
“Exactly. You wouldn’t want all that wealth, which could be yours, to fall into someone else’s hands, would you?”
“No, I wouldn’t!” he blurted out, his breathing quickening.
“Good. Then just do as I say,” Morin said softly, his gaze growing deeper and darker.
It’s difficult to guide an evil person toward good, but steering them further into darkness? That’s easy—it only takes the right spark.
For the accountant-bodyguard, the spark was the opportunity to claim the assets of his now-dead boss. The lure of wealth and status drove him to cooperate fully with Morin.
Soon, Morin had everything he wanted:
Eight flawlessly made ID documents, all compliant with official procedures.
A detailed map of the world and its territories.
Comprehensive information about global affairs, common knowledge, and obscure secrets.
The accountant also provided valuable insights about the hooked-nose man, Gerkhan, the nen user they had captured earlier.
Gerkhan, it turned out, was an acquaintance of the now-deceased bank owner. The two had crossed paths by chance, leading the banker to learn about the existence of nen users.
Gerkhan had apparently committed crimes elsewhere and had fled to this remote city to lay low.
According to the accountant, Gerkhan was likely addicted to a certain white powdery substance. It was his addiction that had driven him to crime in the first place.
After arriving in the small city, Gerkhan had struck a deal with the banker. Gerkhan would take care of the banker’s dirty work, while the banker supplied him with the addictive substance.
“So he’s an addict?” Morin muttered, thinking of Gerkhan’s gaunt frame and the items he had demanded after killing the three thugs earlier.
Morin shook his head.
In his mind, even among the worst criminals, two offenses were utterly unforgivable:
Trafficking or abusing addictive substances.
Human trafficking.
Now that he knew about Gerkhan’s past, Morin felt no sympathy for the man, even as he awaited Feitan’s torturous interrogation.
He deserves it, Morin thought coldly.
After obtaining everything he needed, Morin kept his promise and spared the accountant-bodyguard’s life.
He left the city quietly, unconcerned about the turmoil his actions might unleash.
Who would claim the bank? What would happen to the city’s power dynamics? These were none of his concerns. Morin preferred to remain low-profile, reaping benefits without drawing attention.
Under the moonlit night, Morin moved across rooftops, his silhouette illuminated by the silvery glow. He resembled a lone wolf prowling under the stars.
Before returning to his base in the alley, he made a stop at the largest bookstore in the city.
There, he purchased every book related to the world’s lore, monsters, and hidden realms.
The groggy store owner, rudely awakened from his sleep, initially stormed out angrily. But the sight of Morin’s stacks of jenny quickly replaced his fury with a beaming, wrinkle-filled smile.
The owner even recommended a few useful titles, ensuring Morin left the store fully stocked.
As dawn began to break, Morin finally returned to the alley.
Standing before a blank wall, he cleared his throat softly.
“Open.”
A large pink door appeared on the wall.
Morin stepped inside with practiced ease.
His tools, once drawn from his inventory, consumed nen only during use, so they were perfectly shareable. For instance, after obtaining several bamboo-copter devices, Morin didn’t mind lending them to others.
With his tasks complete and his loot secured, Morin began preparing for the next phase of his journey.
