The Heaven-Cursed Costs Life, But I Have Infinite Life-Chapter 33: A Late-Night Assassination, Kyle Falls
Allen didn’t care and quickly said, "City Lord, I can assassinate that Gamma."
"And me!" Lilia jumped in excitedly. She remembered the 2 million gold piece bounty on that Gamma from the Assassins’ Guild. That was a huge amount.
Too bad they were just Bronze Tier Killers right now and couldn’t take Silver Tier missions yet.
"I said no!" Lucas said coldly, leaving no room for discussion.
He also knew about the Assassins’ Guild’s bounty, and that both of them had become Killers.
Lilia pouted, confused. "Dad, didn’t you post the bounty on that Gamma?"
"Do I need a bounty to kill him?" Lucas scoffed. He didn’t even look at Gamma as a real threat.
Ignoring the two, he turned to Simon. "Simon, this time I need you to do it yourself."
Kyle wasn’t Class Awakened, but he had many top-tier people around him. Lucas didn’t trust his shadow guards to assassinate him.
"No problem. When do we move?" Simon asked.
"Tonight!" Lucas was worried they might drag things out. Kyle’s message was too strange; there must be some kind of plot behind it. They needed to deal with this trouble quickly.
"I’ll be in touch." Simon nodded and slipped away quietly.
Allen and Lilia exchanged glances and started to get up to follow.
"Stop!" Lucas sharply ordered them. "Guards at the door, arrest them. Keep them under 24-hour surveillance. Not a single step outside their room."
"Dad, how dare you!" Lilia put her hand on her hip and pointed angrily at Lucas.
Two shadow guards entered from the doorway, looking apologetic. "Miss, Mr. Allen, sorry for this."
They moved quickly and easily restrained the two, dragging them away.
Allen was shocked. These two were only Stage 4 level, yet their moves were decisive and precise. If it had been an open fight, Allen might have killed both of them, but he would have been severely wounded too.
"Dad, don’t cross the line! Do you know what happens if I go on a hunger strike!" Lilia screamed as they dragged her away.
Rubbing his tired forehead, Lucas sighed. His little girl had been spoiled all her life and still didn’t know what was serious.
...
The night was pitch black, but Kyle’s mansion was ablaze with light.
"My lord, this plan of ours is too rushed. Lucas will surely figure out we did this," Gamma said, looking at the calm Kyle in front of the table. He couldn’t understand why Kyle looked so composed.
"That’s exactly the point," Kyle replied, staring at the flickering candle flame with a faint smile. "Think about it. If I tell Lucas I know his secret, what do you think he’ll do?"
Gamma paused, frowning. "He’ll try to kill us."
"Exactly," Kyle nodded, a cold smile forming on his lips. "If I’m not mistaken, they’ll make their move tonight."
Gamma’s expression changed. Lucas would definitely act in secret, and this was no small matter. He quickly called out to the doorway, "Someone! Come here!"
"Wait," Kyle stopped him, his voice steady. "If anyone does come, try to stall them for two hours. When you’re done, just hand over my body to them."
"My lord, you... you really mean to do this?" Gamma looked at Kyle, whose face flickered between light and shadow from the candle. A sudden wave of fear washed over him.
"Ah, I’m just done with this life," Kyle sighed, looking utterly defeated. "The truth is, everyone around me—except for you—doesn’t respect me."
"My lord, I can make them bow to me," Gamma said, his eyes sharp with killing intent.
Kyle smiled. "Don’t bother trying to change my mind. I’ve made up my mind. The rest will be up to you to handle."
Gamma fell silent but eventually nodded. "Rest assured, my lord. We’ve already planted spies in the Academy and the Church of Light. This plan is foolproof."
Kyle stared at his reflection in the candlelight, running a hand over his cheek. A hint of reluctance softened his eyes as he whispered to himself, "Actually, I should thank Lucas. He showed me that even the Church of Light isn’t invincible. The City Lord can rise above them."
Kyle didn’t answer, but the events of recent years made it clear: the influence of the City Lord’s Mansion had truly surpassed that of the Church of Light. In other cities, that would have been impossible.
"Leave. And no matter what noise you hear, do not burst in," Kyle waved his hand.
Gamma stood up, wanting to say something but holding back. Finally, he let out a sigh, bowed deeply, and left the room.
Kyle remained seated at the table, his pupils reflecting the dancing flame.
After a long while, he made up his mind. He picked up the candle, opened a hidden compartment behind the bookshelf, revealing a pitch-black tunnel, and stepped inside.
"Human, you’re finally here. I’ve been waiting for you a long time."
A deep, hoarse voice echoed from the depths of the tunnel.
"Is that so? You were so eager to teach me the Demon Transformation Art that you bet I wouldn’t dare kill you, right?" Kyle’s voice rang out.
"Hehe, Human. I see right through you. You look prosperous on the outside, but you care more about your status than anyone else. Only my blood can help you cultivate the Demon Transformation Art. So, you must let me live." The voice dripped with smugness and mockery.
"That’s true. But I have a better solution: let’s swap blood!" Kyle’s calm voice betrayed a hint of madness.
"What? You’re human! If we swap blood, you’ll die too!" The voice showed clear panic now.
"Don’t worry, I’m already prepared. Go in peace, and I’ll remember you."
Kyle’s voice faded, and a piercing scream of agony immediately echoed through the tunnel.
At the same time, the sound of fighting erupted within the mansion.
Simon’s position had been exposed, and he was locked in a fierce battle with Gamma.
Both were peak Stage 5 experts, and neither was human.
Simon was an Elves, skilled in wind element magic. He moved with agility and grace, radiating deadly intent.
Gamma was a Gamma warrior from the werewolf clan. Wielding a jagged wolf-tooth blade, his moves were ruthless and brutal.
Howling winds swept through the courtyard. Blades flashed as they clashed, destroying everything in their path. Not a single guard in the courtyard dared to get close.
Slash...
A gust of wind surged, spraying blood everywhere.
Gamma’s arm was severed. With wild hair and a disheveled appearance, he fell to one knee, using his Saber to support his swaying body.
Simon wasn’t faring any better. Three deep claw marks raked across his chest, and his body was covered in wounds. A faint smear of blood lingered at the corner of his mouth as he stared coldly at Gamma. "I clearly underestimated you. You really are a Gamma warrior of the werewolf clan."
"Hehe." Gamma let out a cold laugh. Clutching his Saber, he staggered back to his feet. "I didn’t expect you to be the most ancient Elves of the Elves race. If you were at your peak strength, I wouldn’t stand a chance."
"Hmph, you think you’re a match for me right now?" Simon scoffed. Wind energy surged around him, condensing into dozens of razor-sharp wind blades.
Gamma’s expression turned serious. He glanced toward the dark study in the distance.
It must be about the right time by now.
"My Lord, run! I can’t hold him back!" he suddenly roared, turning without a second thought and fleeing.
Simon froze. Wasn’t this guy supposed to be loyal to Kyle? Why was he saving his own skin?
He raised his hand, unleashing a storm of wind blades, but it was too late. Gamma had already slipped away.
"Hmph, nothing but a desperate cur."
Simon didn’t chase him. He rushed straight for the study.
The vast mansion was now pitch black and dead silent, which made him feel uneasy for some reason.
"Wait... smells like fresh blood?" Simon approached the door and caught a strong, metallic scent wafting from the study.
He grew alert and casually waved his hand, sending a gust of wind that blew the door open.
Flickering candlelight revealed a corpse slumped over the desk, surrounded by flowing blood.
"Kyle?"
Simon paused, suspicious. He stepped forward to inspect, his brows furrowing deep.
Kyle was definitely dead. His body was torn apart brutally, as if sliced open down the middle. His flesh seemed to have been sucked dry, leaving only a shrunken, empty husk.
Simon confirmed it: this was Kyle.
"What happened? Who did this? A werewolf? Or a vampire?"
Simon frowned, deep in thought. Kyle’s death was too bizarre. Being sliced open sounded like a werewolf’s cruel work, but the sucked-out flesh looked like a vampire’s handiwork.
Blackspire had both werewolves and vampires.
Gamma was a Gamma warrior from the werewolf clan, but Kyle had saved his life. He would never kill his savior.
Lilia was a vampire, but she was even less likely to be the culprit.
"Priest! Hurry! An intruder has entered the study! Mr. Kyle might be in danger!"
Suddenly, Gamma’s voice cried out from outside.
"No good!" Simon’s face paled. He had come to assassinate Kyle, but this mission couldn’t be exposed, and Kyle wasn’t the one he killed.
There must be a conspiracy here!
Simon couldn’t find a single clue. The sound of footsteps was getting closer. He didn’t have time to search further; he quickly fled the scene.
