The Cheat Seed

Chapter 35

"Why don't you guys.."

"Work for me?"

All three of them stopped moving.

"It isn't like I want to kill you guys. Why don't we just start a guild then?"

Marcus went on speaking, he grabbed another chair from his house and sat on it within an eye blink.

The trio stared at him and then turned their head in unison towards the piled body of their comrade.

Marcus followed their stare and then laughed when he saw the pile driven body.

"Hahahaa...You seriously thought I wouldn't know?"

Marcus said as he stood up and made his way to the body.

He grabbed one of the leg and pulled it. It came off with an electric zap and turned to ashes. He turned to back to the three of them who were looking at him in disbelief, their eyes wide opened.

It was a 'Shadow Dummy'

"Whoever controlled this had some amazing shadow magic affinity"

"How.. did he know"

The sniper slowly whispered but his godly sense helped Marcus in hearing her words.

"Ah, I simply just took a quick peek inside your memories"

head

blushed and kept her head low.

we are missing someone

the Masked assassin in the eye.

memories

*FLASH*

was only dust dancing in the air once Marcus bolted out

three of them looked at each

'Who is this Boy?'

.........

a huge gust of wind hit their face. He was there in front of them, Marcus was standing there with a Man in a wheelchair, having the exact details as of the shadow

were visible, which followed from his left forehead side to his left cheeks. Apparently he might've got attacked by a Monster and might have closed his eyes in that battle. Marcus could only guess, Marcus wasn't able to look into his memories, it seemed

bald but had a medium grown beard just like 2 weeks after a clean shave. His slim moustache connected to his beard

of their sides. The man in the wheelchair looked dull, it was probably because he was still trapped inside the Shadow Clone. The biggest risk it took while controlling a shadow clone

black misty air escaped

for its master and sped it towards the man in the

back in his wheelchair when the Black Mist hit his temple.

"Fuck!!"

covered his face

and the trio looked at

"I am alive..."

after a moment and moved his hands away from his face. His eyes met that of his crew mates and then shifted to meet the eyes of

for a second as they kept

Tanned man, slowly brought his palms forward and clapped it together, tightly.

go.. We'll leave this Continent and never come back. We promise to stop taking contracts. Please let us live...At least let them go."

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