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 chuckled innocently.

Sniper blushed and kept her head low.

go as planned if we are missing someone righty? So,

as he looked at the

you memories

*FLASH*

dust dancing in the air once Marcus

three of them looked at each other and thought

'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.

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

clean shave. His slim moustache connected to his beard and they formed

inside the Shadow Clone. The biggest risk it took while controlling a shadow clone was to transfer 75% of your soul

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

if scanning for its master and sped it towards the

jerked back in his wheelchair when the Black Mist hit his

"Fuck!!"

shouted out and covered his face with his

and the trio looked at him blankly.

"I am alive..."

after a moment and moved his hands away from his face. His eyes met that of his

Wheelchair and the man stood still for a second as

Tanned man, slowly brought his palms forward and

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

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