“So you truly are here, Gerald! As I thought, nothing on this planet is too hidden for me! My judgment will always be accurate!” shouted Felton as he flashed a faint smile. “Gerald! Hurry and beat this villain to death! Not only was he the one who sliced Sierra’s arm off, but if you had arrived a second too late, he would’ve already killed me too!” yelled Monica as she glared at Felton, her initial fear slowly dissolving. Gently patting Monica’s head, Gerald then looked at Felton with a faint smile before saying, “I really hadn’t expected you to be this confident, Mr. Gunter. Regardless, aside from your ‘judgment’ that I’d be in this village, what else have you managed to predict?” “Oh? Curious, aren’t we? Well, I predict that all your training and skills will be erased by me today! Following that, I’ll bring you back to the Gunter Manor for my grandmother to deal with you! Or would you rather I destroyed you myself?!” “You’re overwhelmingly confident, I’ll give you that. A lit
“Chance? Whatever could you be talking about?” asked Gerald as he looked at Felton—who was still lying on the ground—before clapping his hands. “Well, if you let me off today, I’ll tell my grandmother not to come over and make things difficult for those living in this shantytown! If you don’t, well… My grandmother will surely cause a bloodbath to happen here!” replied Felton. “I’m not sure what delusions you’re having, but I only told Leo not to kill you immediately since letting you die like this would surely minimize your grandmother’s suffering! Now that would be a true pity!” sneered Gerald with a smile. The second he saw Gerald’s menacing smile, Felton felt as his entire body—and possibly even his spirit—froze. Seconds later, he stammered, “…W-what exactly do you mean by that…?” “Believe me when I say that I’ve been wondering how to deal with you throughout my journey here. In the end, I’ve concluded that you’re still slightly useful to me. With that in mind, I can’t jus
“That honestly doesn’t sound too bad an idea! Additionally, I’d like to ask you a few other questions… If you answer them honestly, I’ll consider not planting the poison inside you!” sneered Gerald. “Y-you can ask me anything! I swear to answer honestly as long as I know the answer to them! Just please, spare my life…!” pleaded Felton, incapable of thinking about anything else aside from surviving right now. After all, while he had initially planned to use his grandmother’s superiority to scare Gerald off, Gerald appeared completely unfazed by his threats! What more, Felton was truthfully extremely terrified of the witchcraft that Gerald had just brewed up! That b*stard’s methods were simply too sinister and vicious! While Felton truly wished that he could just eat Gerald alive at that moment, he was well aware of who was in power now. As a result, he honestly began teaching Gerald how to use both the Dead Annie and the Dead Annie Mother secret techniques. He also made sure to an
“Come along now, young lad! I’m tossing you into the cellar!” said Leo with a chuckle before lifting Felton with a single hand. In his current state, Felton felt like he was nothing but a tiny chick who didn’t even dare to fight or talk back. As for Gerald’s side of things, Suri had made sure to contact Rosie once noon came, telling her that someone wished to meet up with her. Due to how much Rosie trusted Suri, she agreed to meet Gerald despite her busy schedule. With that, Gerald, Suri, and Seth then headed straight for the company—in Qerton City—where Rosie was currently at. Upon meeting her, Gerald could immediately sense that Rosie had a very strong aura, just as he had expected her to have. In other words, she had a perfect body for the lady in white to adapt to. Regardless, with the trio now standing before her, the fair-skinned and beautiful woman—who looked like quite a domineering chairman at around the age of twenty-seven—asked, “You’re Mr. Crawford, correct? Sur
“I’m not acquainted with him either. Either way, I have other things to attend to, Mr. Crawford. Also, I’m afraid I won’t be able to help with your request. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to take care of my mother for now!” said Rosalie. Quite honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact that Suri had been the one who had brought Gerald over today, Rosie would’ve already issued for someone to chase him off so that she wouldn’t have had to waste so much time on him in the first place! “I truly implore you to reconsider my proposal, Chairman Slow. After all, I’ve already offered you very generous terms, and you’ll be able to receive a mountain of money without even doing much. To sweeten the deal, I’ll treat your mother’s illness as well as long as you agree to my proposal!” replied Gerald. “That’s right, Chairman Slow! He’s capable of that!” added Suri. Truthfully, Suri had been trying her best to recommend Gerald to Rosie since she wanted him to help treat Rosie’s mother. After all, Su
The second Hiro got close enough to Gerald, however, Gerald simply raised his arm and slapped Hiro’s face with the back of his hand. While Gerald hadn’t really used that much force—simply making use of the inertia from raising his arm to hit Hiro— Hiro ended up spinning twice in the air before finally landing atop a coffee table that, in turn, smashed into pieces! With his cheek now extremely swollen as he spat out several broken teeth, by the time he realized what had just happened, Hiro was beyond shocked and dumbfounded. This person had been this strong this entire time?! Hiro couldn’t even resist that sudden and strenuous blow in the least! How was that even possible?! By this point, Titus was so shocked that he could only gulp in horror as he took a step back. Even Rosie found her eyelids twitching slightly. Gerald’s skill was now apparent, and it well-exceeded her expectations. “…D-do you have any idea who I am? I’m the boss of the Caffin Group!” yelled Titus as soon as
Nobody would’ve believed Gerald’s statement had they not heard him say it with their very own ears. Even so, while Rosie had undoubtedly heard his proposal very clearly this time—and was also aware that the special cheque was the real deal—she still had a nagging feeling that Gerald was simply bragging. While she had no idea how he had even managed to obtain that cheque, Rosie truly wondered if he would really be willing to just hand the money over if she wrote down five billion dollars on the cheque, an amount that Rosie couldn’t possibly even dare to raise any further! Titus himself was too dumbfounded to even close his mouth now! “It’s been two minutes. Have you already thought everything out? If you have, then go ahead and fill in whatever figures you like on the cheque,” added Gerald with a subtle smile. “…You’re the one who’s suggesting this, alright? I can truly write whatever amount I wish for on this cheque, correct? No take-backs?” grumbled Rosie in her annoyance.
What more, for a person to so casually hand a blank cheque to someone and tell them to just write however much they wanted… How wealthy was he even to be able to just say something like that?! Understanding that he had almost offended this powerful figure earlier, Titus now truly felt like dying. Regardless, though Gerald simply chose to ignore Titus as his hand grasped the doorknob, he suddenly heard another person—from behind him—calling out, “Brother!” It was Hiro, and the injured man—who had finally managed to struggle to his feet—flopped onto the sofa before adding, “I… I was using my full strength against you earlier, thinking that you’d never be able to withstand my blow… But you were simply too powerful just now…! Tell me, brother, how much strength did you actually use on me earlier…?” Turning back to casually look at Hiro, Gerald simply replied, “Strength…? I barely used any at all! Truth be told, it was just a simple wave of my hand!” “…What?!” exclaimed the stunn