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 sideways and

and kept her head

discussing very important matters here and it won't go as planned if we are missing someone righty?

looked at the Masked assassin in the

you memories XD"

*FLASH*

dust dancing in the air once Marcus bolted out from the place.

at each other and thought to themselves.

'Who is this Boy?'

.........

cowered and cringed back when 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 dummy/clone. (I might accidently use clone

his 40s and his left eye was patched. Claw marks 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

beard just like 2 weeks after a clean shave. His slim moustache connected to his beard and they formed an 'O' around his mouth. His skin tone was

risk it took while controlling a shadow clone was to transfer 75% of your soul inside the dummy. It was possible to just let the dummy

into pieces. A black misty air escaped from its head as

scanning for its master and sped it towards the man in the wheelchair as soon as

his wheelchair when the Black Mist hit his temple.

"Fuck!!"

covered

and the trio looked

"I am alive..."

His eyes met that of his crew mates and then

a second as they kept on gazing at

slowly brought his palms

and never come back. We promise to stop taking contracts. Please let us live...At

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