The Bookkeeper-Chapter 60: The Jasper Attack 2

Becky’s blessing of luck wasn’t only a cheat code that Freya and Speed might not be able to bypass, but it was also a major threat to Raiden—unless Levi, who remained invisible, could find a way to take her out completely.

However, the lull before facing Jasper made Raiden reconsider a few strategies that could not only boost his odds of winning but would also escalate the stakes of their battle. A wager.

"And what would the wager be?" Old man Jasper asked as the others stood before each other, waiting for the final decision between the masters before their battles could begin.

Raiden stood there for a moment, but before he could speak up, Soul finally moved and wrapped herself around his waist in a tight hug. He was perplexed and uncomfortable, but after a moment, he smiled and patted her on the head. She wasn’t herself—she was afraid, and Raiden had to take that fear away.

Raiden tilted his head toward the old man with a confident expression. "Whoever wins both fights gets the first two strikes in our match. If it’s a draw, the person whose opponent falls first becomes the victor, and that leader gets the opening strike."

Raiden locked eyes with old man Jasper, his sharp gray eyes meeting the man’s flickering dark ones. All he needed was Jasper’s agreement, and he believed they could bypass Becky’s luck.

Jasper remained silent for what felt like an eternity, his gaze locked with Raiden’s without faltering even once. It was as if he could read his mind through the stare.

"I agree..." he finally spoke up with his trembling aged voice.

Raiden’s smirk widened even further. "Speed... Freya, I command you to crack their bones, let them feel the warmth of their own blood streaming down their skulls as they struggle to live."

His tone dropped deeper, but his expression only grew more psychopathic. "I command you, against all odds... kill them."

Jasper remained calm and composed as he watched Speed and Freya’s heads slowly drop to their chests, both muttering, "Okay, master." Like zombies.

Axel and Perfect, however, looked puzzled for a moment, their mouths slightly parted. Axel watched as Freya unleashed overwhelming mana and surrounded herself with her flames.

Meanwhile, Perfect watched as an intense wind whipped up behind Speed, and before he could blink, Speed was already before him, delivering a devastating blow to his gut that sent him crashing into the ground.

At that very moment, Axel’s attention faltered, and before he knew it, Freya’s hand rested against his chest. His shirt was instantly incinerated, stripping him half naked as he crashed to the earth.

Raiden, however, sensed something was off. Old man Jasper still remained calm despite his sons’ dire situation. Axel and Perfect rose to their feet, their expressions suddenly shifting to smiles.

Raiden’s eyes darted around. Was he missing something? They were losing, so why so calm and confident?

Perfect took a few steps closer to Speed, closing the distance between them to about six feet, coughing out blood as he wiped his mouth. In an instant, his golden aura stopped radiating from him and formed a sphere around both of them, leaving no room for Speed to escape.

Raiden’s expression darkened. "He has a domain, too?" he muttered, confused.

But at that very moment, Becky finally snapped from living in her own world, stopped her childish roaming, and outstretched her hands toward Axel and Perfect. Raiden could see as her white aura turned into threads, extending from her hands and making contact with them. That was her blessing.

But that only made Raiden smile because he knew what he was doing. By issuing a direct command to both Freya and Speed, now fulfilling that command became their fate. Something they couldn’t disobey. An unchangeable law.

Now it was fate against luck. And Raiden simply had to wait.

Raiden barely blinked, his attention shifting to Speed and Perfect. What transpired within wasn’t something he could fully grasp. Despite the six-foot gap, Speed moved at tremendous speed toward Perfect each time Raiden blinked, but somehow he always ended up back at his starting position, clutching different parts of his body in agony.

It was as if he was trapped in a loop he couldn’t comprehend—as if Perfect was reversing time at a rapid rate.

This sent a chilled sensation through Raiden, not just from the complications, but from Soul clinging to him so tightly as she witnessed her brother’s suffering.

However, Freya wasn’t having it easy either. Axel seemed able to create anything he called out. One minute he would be wielding a sword, striking at Freya in close combat, and the next, he would be standing at a distance, launching arrows at her.

Freya found it extremely difficult to avoid his attacks as she tried to dodge on pure instinct rather than experience, causing her body to be slashed as blood soaked through her clothing.

It was unpleasant for Raiden to see a fighter of Freya’s caliber in such a dire situation. But Soul’s body couldn’t stop trembling as she hugged him tighter. He was lost in thought for a moment, but he knew it would be best to shield Soul from watching her brother’s ordeal.

While the fight still progressed relentlessly, Raiden took her hand and attempted to lead her inside to rest. But she couldn’t move. She seemed lost in thought, staring at something with terror in her eyes, which prompted Raiden to turn toward whatever she was looking at.

Freya had a chain wrapped around her neck, bleeding heavily from her head as blood streamed down her face, painting it crimson and showing even through her flames.

But Axel only continued laughing loudly, completely abandoning the gentleman he had been moments ago as he pulled the chains, trying to finish Freya once and for all.

Raiden’s heart sank at the sight alone. The last person he expected to lose was Freya. Had he been too cocky with the wager? Worse, he still didn’t know what Jasper’s ability was. What if he could really kill him with just one strike?

He swallowed nervously as he clenched his fist, hoping Freya would get back up.

In an instant, something shifted beneath Freya as the ground cracked under her. Axel’s mockery turned to fear and confusion as she held the chains tightly. Her flames grew hotter, beginning to burn the earth itself to ashes.

"I am the arch hell phoenix," Freya said with a masculine, echoing voice. Raiden’s expression darkened, as did Soul’s—they were both frozen in confusion, their fears momentarily forgotten. That voice wasn’t Freya’s. Her familiar? Free?

"I won’t be killed by a mere mortal!" Freya roared, yanking the chain with tremendous force as Axel was pulled toward her, and she enveloped him in a burning embrace.

Axel yelled out in agony, his voice echoing across the distance. At that moment, Becky’s attention faltered, and she reached out toward her brother with sorrow and fear in her eyes, watching him get scorched to ashes.

In that very moment—too fast for even the confused Raiden to comprehend—Becky’s throat was slit open by Levi’s blade. She began to choke on her own blood as she reached for her neck. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Her situation struck a nerve. Perfect’s attention shifted as he called out to his sister with terror in his voice, and Speed seized that split second to attack.

Within barely five seconds, Perfect was drained of all his physical energy, his body growing pale and gaunt as if he had endured a decade without food and water in those brief moments.

Raiden swallowed nervously as he continued watching, trying to piece everything together. But within Perfect’s domain, Perfect was just getting beaten down repeatedly.

It was as if he were trying to escape his fate by rewinding time, but he couldn’t escape it. He couldn’t rewind more than five seconds. Eventually, Perfect stopped his futile cycle, and without hesitation, Speed snapped his neck, collapsing the domain entirely.

Raiden began smiling as he watched their opponents crumple to the ground. They won. They had actually won.

Soul released Raiden’s hand and ran to check on her brother, Speed. Levi finally materialized and moved to check on Freya, who lay on the ground with her flames gone and her body covered in ashes and blood.

Old man Jasper somehow remained calm and collected, showing neither smile nor grief despite losing all three children within seconds.

But Raiden just stood there, laughing with that devilish smile etched across his face.

"Luck... luck... luck!" He cackled wildly. "Such a pathetic thing."

He couldn’t help but feel proud of his team, not just for the victory, but for the timing and execution. It was perfect. So perfect that he finally believed luck and all superstitious things could be defeated with sheer will alone.

He finally turned to Jasper. "Now, old man... it’s time to join your family." Euphoria coursed through him, his twisted smile widening. "I’m going to kill you."

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