Chapter 88 The Encampment's Shady Business

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Chapter 67 of "The SSS Ranked Villain's Return" starts unveiling mysteries: [Kael's POV] These tents all smell like shit. Why did he tell me to stay here?... Keep reading!

[Kael's POV] These tents all smell like shit. Why did he tell me to stay here? Kael thought with a grumpy look as he walked through the muddy ground. There was a surprising number of people present, yet all of them were gathered in the pubs. The stench of alcohol—Kael could smell it all the way from the helicopter. But so far, he could not spot any strong people. Most were decent, some even reaching C- rank.@@@@ Enjoy new chapters from My Virtual Library Empire I guess that's what I get for expecting something from a low-level encampment, he grumbled and proceeded inside one of those pubs, sitting down right by the bartender. "Can I order on credit?" Kael asked, and the bartender, upon seeing his academy uniform, nodded in response. "All drinks are on the house." "Give me, uhh..." Kael glanced at the menu and began naming every single drink, with the exception of vodka, which he hated. The bartender poured them all with hesitation, and Kael drank everything until, finally, there was nothing left. He stood back up and burped. "Thanks for the drinks," he said before heading out of the pub. Looking up at the sun, he realized only roughly half an hour had passed, and from the distant smell of blood, Kael could tell some fighting was happening. Yeah, I am not standing still, Kael thought with a sigh. He rolled up his sleeves and began walking toward the forest. However, after only a couple of steps, he halted, turning back around toward the encampment. The smell of blood. Someone just died, huh? Kael mused before focusing his mana into the tattoos on his arms. Soon, he projected his spectral body forward, leaving his actual one standing still. He didn't dawdle, quickly flying over to where the blood was spilled and upon doing so spotted a single tent that smelled absolutely horrible. Upon entering, Kael's brows furrowed. On the ground was a massive pool of blood, followed by the body of a fat man with his wrist severed. Yet that wasn't what had truly caught his interest, as there were more people aside from the fat man gathered around a single table. Hahaha? Kael let out a laugh that no one could hear. They are playing poker. And that fat man on the ground seems to have lost a bit too much, so he killed himself. A tinge of excitement was forming in his heart as he felt the duration of his Spectral Body skill dwindling. Soon, he flew back toward his main body. "Anywho, I think it's about time I wrap this up," Kael spoke to himself, earning a puzzled look from the people around. But before most of them could even react, the tattoos covering his arm lit up, shining through the academy's uniform. Soon, several green wind blades shot throughout the tent, cleaving each of their heads off. Alas, not everyone was as hopeless as the ones currently lying dead. A single D+ ranked individual stood before him—the dealer—whose expression was now one of panic. "What are you doing!? This is a completely legal business!" Lie. Does he think I am a six-year-old child? Kael narrowed his eyes. Soon, he enveloped his entire body in the same green mana, his tattoos spreading throughout his body, even causing his long red hair to lift into the sky. It was about time he truly finished his clean-up. [Enchanting [SS] - Lord of Wind Mode - Activated!] The blue notification dawned, and as it did, he could immediately feel all the wind in the surroundings bend to his will. His mana had fully turned into the wind affinity, and soon, he focused on the dealer, who was breathing roughly. Without wasting any more time, Kael sucked the wind out of the dealer's lungs, making him drop to the ground. [Enchanting [SS] - Lord of Wind Mode: 30 Seconds Remaining] Hmm... Kael looked around, spotting a few more tents with similar activities going on. Like with the dealer, he emptied the wind from their lungs, and as the last of the seconds were counting down, the skill nearly about to end, Kael took in a deep breath. As he did, however, the wind he had taken out of all these scum of the earth traveled back into their lungs, swiftly expanding them. The process lasted only a few seconds. Soon, their bodies burst apart, the blood and everything else imaginable flew right up into the sky, scattering across the encampment. All the while, Kael walked off to the side, back toward the pub. [Enchanting [SS] - Lord of Wind Mode - Deactivated!] His tattoos soon faded to normal, and the bartender glanced at him with a slightly startled look. "Sir VIP... You drank everything on the menu. Could I offer you a dessert?" "I want seconds," Kael announced, and the bartender's expression sank before going to the back to take out all the alcohol again. Neraxis. Just what are you planning, leaving me here?

Chapter 88 The Encampment's Shady Business

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