OLD-WORLD EXTRA-Chapter 353: Evil For The Sake Of Evil

Upon further inspection, some of the War Queen remained.

Parts of limbs no longer than a human hand, her seven cores the size of the average male, and dried blood of deep green.

Everything valuable was taken away by the clean-up crew after the rest of the ants were disposed of.

That wasn't too difficult for the crew, as the ants began to scatter once their queen died, allowing them to easily pick them off, group by group.

With that done and the destruction all around being taken care of as well, they sent the loot back to the Academy.

And yes, trucks filled with sand and rock did in fact come through, filling everything and excavating where it was needed as if it was a construction site.

They made it seem like nothing occurred, and that the War Queen disappeared.

While they did that, the unnamed team had already left, gone back to their homes.

There was no celebration for a job well done; they did what they were asked and left. As Red Dragon had said to the pitiful Shadow Binder, it was just business.

While a few might've liked such a meeting, some more than others, most had busier schedules and cared less for their group.

A few, or rather, more particularly a single person who hadn't gone through much struggle in her life, even disliked what they did...

And she wouldn't be blamed for feeling so.

After all, if one took a step back and thought about what they did, they could never be titled anything other than villains.

A group of hunters worked hard for weeks hunting down a bounty for riches and glory, but to not slightly disturb the margins of the Big Eight, their group was called to interfere.

And interfere they did, killing the group that worked so hard in the process, in turn losing those Corporations a lot of money in the long run, but they never cared about that, did they? fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Short-term gain always proved more important.

Sure, Morgiana and her team had no say in the matter, it was for the Academy as well, since without the Corporations and the Elite, there would be no Academy to teach in, so they had to do their dirty work, but still...

It left a bad taste.

Emir however, showed nothing of the sort.

His face was all smiles as he listened in on a conversation between Judal and Judas, his body hid behind a wall as they walked the halls towards their offices.

"...It's nostalgic."

He controlled his Aether and trapped it within his body, creating a vacuum in Aether itself. "What? The ability?"

This allowed him to get close and listen to Judas's reply, or so one might think.

"Yeah, those bastards didn't deserve to see it."

Judas cracked a sly grin, and his eyes fluttered open for a moment.

"Only the dead deserve it... and they're dead men walking."

"..."

Judal stood behind, speechless, watching as Judas entered his office with slow steps.

Then slowly, he turned around and called out:

"Fuck you snooping around for?"

Chuckling, Emir stepped out into the hall, as it was obvious that Judal knew of his being there since the beginning.

He wasn't surprised by that fact; he even expected it; after all, they could easily detect him using their information gathering device if they had it on at all times, like he did.

But if not, then Judal could simply feel a disturbance in the Aether around them, since it wouldn't touch the vacuum caused by Emir, going around it.

"What do you mean snooping? I was just heading back to my office."

Raising a brow, Judal sarcastically asked:

"But weren't you going to check on our half-dead bird?"

With both his hands up, he said:

"Oh, I did. Her Aether core is stable now, but she's knocked out, so I left."

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They stared at each other, silently acknowledging Emir's words to be "absolute dog shit" without actually commenting on them.

"Whatever fuck head, just know in that smooth brain of yours that he noticed you too."

Emir shrugged his shoulders.

"Mhm, and his warning? It's of little concern."

Sure, he had always dealt with those 'human' never with those who were pure evil, but nothing changed about what he had to do.

Kill. Destroy. Conquer.

That was all.

For now however, they had to get along, the binding contract holding its weight over them.

But one day...

"Hah?!"

Emir's musings were cut off as Judal pushed him back.

"Little concern? I don't think you understand who you're dealing with."

His words caused Emir to let out a loud laugh:

"AHAHAHAHAHAAH! ME?! NOT KNOW?"

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Judal didn't reply, only staring at Emir as his laughter died down.

"Haha haa... Man, it's you who doesn't know who they're dealing with... You know what? How about you join me in my office? I'll tell you a story about a certain twin duo."

With his mouth still shut as if it were locked, perhaps his attempt at restraining himself, Judal did as he was asked, following Emir into his office and sitting on the chair opposite his desk.

"Listen up..."

Emir leaned on his chair, putting one leg over the other as he began:

"This's a story about an evil light and a good, no, a slightly decent, no, a just okay, no—"

"GET TO IT!"

Snickering at Judal's impatience, Emir continued:

"Alright, alright, it's about an evil light and a neutral dark..."

***

My head stayed still as I watched my Father drive through the streets of Sector 2-E.

Filth was around every corner, and most of the residents here were homeless bum.

I didn't feel bad for them, nor did I hate them, I only saw them as unimportant. My brother, who sat next to me, however, felt what I felt only a few hundred times stronger.

He constantly argued with Father about why he brought us here, dampening the already crap

mood even further.

"They are nothing but impure commoners! Why do we need to learn about them?!"

Father banged his hand on the steering wheel and screamed back:

"How many times do I have to tell you this?! We are responsible for them! As their superiors, we need to do better, and to do that, you need to learn how they live!" Valid points or not, none of that mattered, my brother wasn't thinking of them as humans.

"They are lower lifeforms that serve no purpose! What use is there in keeping them alive?!"

Father's eyes widened in shock. He simply couldn't understand how and why his son became

like this.

"...He's only nine."

Letting out a sigh, Father wiped his face with his hand as Mom patted his shoulder.

"It's fine, dear; he'll learn-"

!!!

All sounds around me suddenly drowned out as I focused on one thing.

The road.

Only I could currently see it; my Father blocked his own vision while Mom comforted him,

momentarily taking their eyes off the road.

And there in front of us was a child commoner who stood, unmoving, staring at the

approaching car, us, as if he welcomed death.

Right, death. We were seconds away from crashing into him.

So... before I could think, my body acted as I reached out to touch my Father.

"HEY, WATCH OUT!"