4-35: On That Day, the World Came to Know the Devil (1/6)

4-35: On That Day, the World Came to Know the Devil (1/6)

Teleportation Magic normally require the coordinates to the destination and a Marking to understand the present situation there.

But if the caster is skilled and the rest of the conditions are met, then its fine even without.

For example, a place that one is familiar with either because hes frequented that place or because hes stayed at it for a long period of time.

To the teleportation magic, such a situation would be no different from having a Marking.

Other situations would include those wherein one could see the destination. In such situations, theres no need for a Marking.

This is also true for situations wherein one has precise information of the destination.

As for teleporting into a location that one has yet to visit, however, it is highly recommended to avoid doing so due to the excessive number of uncertain factors; but, in times of emergency, teleportation to unvisited locations is indeed possible provided that one has a precise grasp of the present terrain, weather, landscape, latitude, longitude, distance from the current position, and other positional information.

However, it is only possible in theory, and to actually put it into practice is an exceedingly difficult ordeal.

Or at least, that would be the case for Falandia, where communication technology has barely advanced, but with the convenience of the internet, acquiring such information was childs play.

Indeed, the vastness and brilliance of the network that was Earths digital brain has far surpassed that of the otherworld.

And to the man who could search that network by feeling, the original problem of acquiring information was all too easily solved, and even the fuzzy bits could not escape his grasp.

The implication behind that was all too clear; thus, the world would tremble.

The story that would be told now is the story of the masks actions after he parted the seas.

What makes this story terrifying is that all of these happened within an hour.



From the moment the organization known as the volunteer army came to be, and they started working underground, Gaestos investigation agencies started investigating the descendants of the Gaen family.

Jenkins Gaen

Among the descendants of Gaen, he was in the direct line, and he was one of the people most suspicious.

They were a family of soldiers, so just like the others, he enlisted into the army in his youth.

The last rank he achieved was Major General. He was entrusted a section of Qaragals defense, where the central government could be found.

In his old age, when he was approaching 70, he retired from military service, and used the wealth left to him by his ancestors to start an arms company that sold and developed weapons, transforming his already commendable wealth into a vast fortune.

Naturally, someone like that would deny any and all accusations of being related to the volunteer army, saying that they were merely using his familys name on their own.

More than one part about him stuck out suspicious, but without any evidence, no one could investigate him thoroughly.

Moreover, he had strong connections to the army, and his words had a huge influence and couldnt be denied.

Due to the ever present threat of the raybeasts in Garesto, there was a tendency for them to prioritize military authority and conduct over anything else.

Therefore, he was a big shot that the investigation agency couldnt touch.

They couldnt even limit his actions, and as such, he was presently in Earth.

Officially, he was sightseeing, but his real objective was something else altogether.

Jenkins Gaen had come to Earth so he could see up close the chaos his own army(P) would bring to the worlds, a twisted and terrible hobby.

Fu fu, this is good liquor Humans wont be able to give this up so easily once theyve tasted it.

But of course even that was but a means to an end.

In a luxury hotel located somewhere in the American continent, a bald old man enjoyed the nightscape from the highest floor all by himself. As he tilted his glass, he enjoyed that scenery with high-grade liquor.

He was Jenkins Gaen.

Although he was both the founder and sponsor of the volunteer army that sought to destroy their relationship with Earth, he was ambivalent toward Earths culture and history.

If anything, it seemed as though he couldnt separate himself from it anymore now that hes adopted it.

There was an opportunity there, after all.

But the gratuity information of this thing didnt end there.

Also, I just destroyed the volunteer armys base in Earth. The Ronan couple spilled everything, so Ive already informed the various investigation agencies. I made sure to send the evidence and locations of the bases in Garesto too. In a few days, Im sure theyll round everyone up. Of course, there are things that show your connection to them too.

Fugu, fuga, uuu!!

The black mist chuckled, and the old man tried to resist.

If the information the black mist had on him was really that thorough, then there was no reason for it to go this far.

Anyhow, he needed to do something about this situation, so he pushed the black mist that was leaning over him.

But unlike its mist-like appearance, it was really heavy, and his B rank Strength couldnt even so much as budge it.

Still, you sure are a predictable miser of a merchant.

In fact, the black mist didnt even seem to feel him trying to push it and just continued to talk casually.

At this moment, Gaen realized that the thing before him was an even worse monster than it appeared, and he cowered.

Youre much better than those guys that cant see reality, but because of that, your influence on the situation is also greater. Youre filthy. Secret accounts, tax evasion, illegal manufacturing, Labor Standards Act violations, and now, large-scale terrorism. Im not with the authorities, so if it were just a little bit, Id turn a blind eye to you, but You went too far.

Nnuu!?!?

Until now the black mist had been talking to him casually, but the tone in its voice suddenly fell.

Something shattered.

A moment later he realized that was none other than the bones of his two legs.

Fragile, arent they? Have you been taking your calcium?

Nguuu!!??

The old man screamed from the shock and the pain, but with his mouth blocked, only a mumble leaked.

His wide-opened eyes caught the eyes beneath the mask that were looking down on him, and unlike the jesting remarks would suggest, those eyes were calm without the slightest hint of hate or hostility.

It was as though something like this was merely a part of this creatures daily schedule.

Im going to be killed.

Although Gaen might be like this now, he was still once a soldier, who has risked his life many times to fight against raybeasts and terrorists.

He has also been threatened many times after he started his business.

And yet what was leaning over him was a cruel and apathetic violence with no equal.

This thing clearly thought nothing of his life.

It was doubtful if it even recognized him as a living creature.

Im going to be killed.

Fortune doesnt seem to favor you, I see. Normally, Id hand you over to the relevant authorities, but I need to make an example right now, so I need you to disappear, Jenkins Gaen.

The black mist said in a monotonous voice. That was both a last notice and a death sentence.

It was not out of enmity, nor out of righteous indignation, and not because of losses and profits either, no, he was going to be removed purely because he was in the way.

He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and it just happened to suit this things convenience, thats why he would disappear.

That was the truth given by this overwhelmingly strong creature, an absurd and unreasonable truth.

Im going to be killed!

There was no doubt about it. Gaen just had to happen into this mad man, and as a powerful blow landed into his stomach, an emotionless laughter resounded like a lullaby, and his consciousness vanished into the darkness.

A few minutes later, the guards dropped by to see how he was doing, but they couldnt find him, so they looked everywhere in a panic, but not a soul had seen the old man.