Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !-Chapter 202: Turnaround

"That guy was really going to kill me!"

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Their physique should not be that far apart because of the physical restrictions on their universe, but combat skills, talents and class bonuses all counted in combat power.

This meant that even with a physique that could almost be said to be similar, the difference in power could be exceptional.

Now, Maxime was very strong with a single combat class at level 9 and a level 3 swordsmanship, but compared to those who had reached a similar stage to that of grand knight or even higher in the world of Eternity, it was very insufficient.

He was of course a new class, but without an animal under his command, he was temporarily useless.

At the same time, Maxime took advantage of this short period of time to position himself at the butler’s side and put his sword to his throat.

0.5 seconds passed very quickly.

When time resumed its course, the positions had been reversed, but the man in black did not flinch.

He merely observed the blade against his skin, before fixing his piercing eyes on Maxime.

"Amazing, how did you do that?"

The butler was not panicking in the slightest, still appearing very confident.

But Maxime did not reply, staring at the butler in front of him, making sure he did not show the slightest sign of escape.

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"You don’t want to answer?"

"It doesn’t matter, in any case you shouldn’t have hesitated. You should have killed me straight away."

"But now that you’ve used your trump card, you have no chance of survival."

But at that very moment, a red dot appeared on the butler’s forehead.

And it wasn’t just him, all the men dressed in black now had a red dot fixed on their foreheads.

At the same time, many men in military uniform arrived in the area.

A man strode forward between the ranks of soldiers. Tall, with an imposing build despite his elegant silhouette, he wore a long dark coat with gold braiding that testified to his authority.

His face was marked by a large scar that ran from his left eyebrow down to his cheek, giving him a stern and uncompromising air.

Maxime immediately recognized the man who had just appeared.

"Aleksei Dorne."

The mayor of the city.

Maxime could easily recognize him as he had appeared on television several times.

There were also many videos of the mayor fighting on the internet. In an age when war could break out at any time and anywhere, this was not frowned upon.

On the contrary, the mayor had won his elections thanks to his show of force on the internet.

The mayor’s piercing gaze swept across the scene, lingering first on Maxime and the blade he was still holding against the butler’s throat, then on the men in black, still frozen, with red dots dancing on their foreheads.

"What a curious sight." he said in a calm voice, but one that carried undeniable authority.

The mayor, so dignified in appearance, was tempted to laugh at the sight of the butler, so often arrogant, with a blade pointed at his throat.

Even more so when the one threatening him was just a high school student.

"I thought I had made myself clear, Oswald. You don’t settle personal business in my streets."

The butler, whose name had just been revealed, smiled slightly, relaxed despite the situation.

"Mr. Mayor... What a surprise." He bowed his head slightly in greeting, then glanced at Maxime.

"This young man is a problem we have to deal with. A strictly family matter. I ask the mayor not to intervene."

Aleksai took another step, and instantly, the atmosphere changed. The air itself seemed to become denser, more oppressive.

"A family matter?" The mayor raised an eyebrow, then his gaze hardened.

"I don’t know what makes you think your family has more authority over this city than I do, but let me remind you of something, Oswald..."

He raised a hand and made a simple gesture.

Oswald followed the direction pointed out by the mayor of Nansoy and saw the dozens of snipers who were ready to shoot them.

Oswald knew he was in trouble, although he didn’t show it.

It was only now that he realized they were being targeted by snipers.

Namely that bullets fired by snipers travel faster than the speed of sound itself. So unless he could predict when these marksmen were going to fire, he himself could not avoid the bullets.

Looking in the direction of the sniper who was aiming at him, the sniper even gave him a little ’perfect’ sign, as if he was going to take a photo and he shouldn’t move to get a good shot.

This annoyed Oswald, but there was nothing he could do about it at the moment and not even in the future.

Namely that these snipers were not weak in hand-to-hand combat either, but above all they were all under the orders of a guardian.

So they couldn’t be easily hit.

Because the guardians were men who had decided to pledge allegiance to a mayor by swearing allegiance to him and the city.

To become a guardian, one had to be at least a grand knight in Eternity, not counting class bonuses, talent and various skills.

Only the standard physique and mastery of one’s weapon of choice were evaluated when choosing guardians.

Thus, they were all unreasonably powerful men, some even reaching the power of an epic knight once they gave their all.

Currently, there were 5 guardians in Nansoy, making the city a rather well-secured one, as there were sometimes only 2 or 3 guardians in cities of similar size.

It was a shame that their power could not be used freely due to the precarious situation of the human race. They could only grit their teeth when they saw invasions taking place, and only intervene when the limits were exceeded.

Particularly when the enemies destroyed shelters or targeted schools. In that case, the guards could go wild.

"I’m the one who decides here." the mayor declared firmly.

Oswald didn’t lose his smile, but his gaze became more attentive. He knew he couldn’t afford to directly challenge Aleksei Dorne.

The Olifer family had a lot of influence, but the mayor was still the most powerful man in the city.

But as Oswald rapidly considered how to get out of this situation and report the matter to the patriarch, he suddenly felt his perspective change.

"Huh?"

He didn’t understand.

Why suddenly could he only see the mayor’s feet?

And he could no longer move his arms or legs.

The mayor looked at Oswald’s head on the ground, motionless.

"Did you really kill him?" exclaimed the mayor, looking at the young man with blond hair and a burn mark on his face.

His blue eyes seemed particularly cold.

"If I hadn’t had a skill that allowed me to avoid his deadly blow, I would already be a dead man."

"So why shouldn’t I be able to kill him when he had the right to do so?"

The mayor suddenly began to have a headache .

It was literally as if the police had come to the aid of a victim and had already neutralized the perpetrator of the crime, and then suddenly the victim killed the person who had wanted to harm him.

"There are still laws in this country, Mr. Valdreuve." As he said this, the mayor put his hand to his forehead, particularly annoyed by what had just happened.

It wasn’t easy to mess with the Olifer family, even for him.

The dozen or so men who were with the butler saw their boss killed before their eyes, and they all began to tremble.

"Who the hell have we provoked?"

For his part, after a moment’s thought, the mayor made his decision.

"Is the neighborhood sealed off?" he asked a policeman who was following him.

"Yes, there’s no one within 100 meters."

The mayor nodded and gave a small signal to the snipers.

Without a sound, the shots rang out.

Phht.

Phht.

Phht.

The silencers muffled the roar of the detonations, leaving only a faint, barely perceptible hiss. In a fraction of a second, the dozen or so men in black collapsed one by one, struck down by bullets fired with surgical precision.

The first was shot in the forehead, his body slumping limply to the ground, his eyes still open, as if he had not yet realized that he was dead.

The second, more intelligent and aware of his surroundings, tried to move back, but a bullet passed through his temple before he could even scream. His body slowly slumped, a frozen expression of incomprehension on his face.

The others were no more fortunate. One after the other, they fell like puppets whose strings had been cut, their bodies collapsing without the slightest jolt.

Some had barely had time to widen their eyes before death took them.

Maxime, still motionless, watched the scene with absolute calm. He felt neither satisfaction nor pity. It was simply the consequence of their own choices.

And his choice was not a sudden impulse, but a decision made after reflection.

As soon as the mayor arrived and they had spoken, he knew he was on his side.

Since that was the case, why hesitate?

He now had his own status in the army and his connections. So even if things didn’t go as he planned, he could always get out of it.

In the worst case scenario, he would go to prison. So what?

No one could take his watch now that it was linked to him, so it would still grow terrifyingly even if he was in prison.

And above all, he didn’t have the patience to wait for revenge when the opportunity was so good.

If he could do it straight away, why wait?

What made him hesitate more was not being able to protect his family if he ended up in prison.

Aleksei Dorne, the mayor, watched the carnage without flinching, his men already beginning to clean up the scene to avoid any prying eyes that might arise.

Then he turned to Maxime.

"I never thought I’d get to know the famous genius of my city this way."