Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam
Chapter 116 - 115: Salute to the Birth of the Octopus Face

Chapter 116: Chapter 115: Salute to the Birth of the Octopus Face

Ethan had a plan.

Although Ethan didn’t say it outright this time, Lindong could tell he was digging a hole, a trap set against Aisoke, a scheme more complex than simply assassinating with Elemental Magic.

Her heart was pounding, and she couldn’t help but ask, "What’s the next step in the plan?"

Lindong suddenly realized that this student of hers had long surpassed the role of a mere pupil; he was a reliable and trustworthy companion in the truest sense.

"Notify the Kingdom Army."

"The Kingdom Army?"

Once again, she couldn’t keep up with Ethan’s far-fetched thinking.

"Perhaps soon the division will face a containment breach event."

After bidding farewell to the lady, he returned in the direction he had come from, moving in sync with Aisoke. The casino side had immediately informed Aisoke about the Reception Bureau’s involvement in the investigation. Upon hearing that the thug had been taken away for isolation as a research subject, the young master was furious and led the firearms team of the Imperial Military Industry to surround the Reception Bureau tightly.

When Ethan returned to the bureau, the Gravedigger was sweating bullets, trying to stop Aisoke at the door. After evaluating the significant difference in numbers and equipment between the Reception Bureau and the gunmen, his confidence waned even further.

The investigators’ usual training mostly dealt with cursed objects and creations of the Evil God; they rarely had direct experience facing firearms. On the other hand, the gunmen from the Imperial Military Industry were trained specifically to fight.

If Aisoke insisted on taking the thug away, as the branch chief, he could only... retreat and avoid the conflict.

At that very moment, Ethan suddenly appeared at the division’s entrance, becoming the Gravedigger’s lifeline. He quickly called out, "Boy, come here. This is Young Master Aisoke. Please explain the situation to him."

Although the Gravedigger knew it was somewhat unfair to throw this hot potato to a newly promoted D-grade investigator, this newcomer had a certain magic power that made people involuntarily believe he could handle the present dispute.

However, Aisoke clearly didn’t think so. He cast a disdainful glance at Ethan, "Spit it out."

"If you insist on seeing that thug, we can’t stop you, but I just returned from the Haywood Mine. We’re currently researching the impact of the Red Death Plague. Before you make a decision, I hope you understand some potential risks. The mine has an infected zone, and Chairman Talon of the merchant guild was unfortunately infected by the Red Death Plague. His body decayed after being dissolved by red ice, and we haven’t found a cure yet."

Ethan stepped back, allowing Aisoke to pass, and said, "We recommend you wait a few more days until the research department completes their tests before considering contacting the thug. According to our assessment, although he hates you greatly, trying to shoot you with a crossbow seems more like a symptom of the Red Death Plague. If you decide to proceed with contact despite knowing these risks, that’s your choice."

If Aisoke was someone who understood reason and knew when to advance or retreat, he would take Ethan’s advice and wait a few more days until the risks were minimized before making any plans.

Unfortunately, Aisoke was not such a person.

He only knew that his authority was challenged and that the thug had been taken away by the Reception Bureau.

"Get out of my way."

Aisoke expressed his intent with an angry outburst.

To this, Ethan could only express deep regret.

He believed he had been merciful enough.

Though he had dug a large pit, he had also set up a sign saying "Pit ahead," but Young Master Aisoke not only ignored the warning, he seemed eager to kick the sign away and plunge headfirst into the pit.

Everyone present had witnessed it; what more could he say?

To put it diplomatically, Young Master Aisoke was a brave man destined to transcend human triviality and evolve into a tentacle-faced being.

They were ready to fire a salute for this newly emerged tentacle face.

Aisoke navigated unimpeded; seeing even the division chief didn’t stop him, the division’s investigators tactfully made way for Aisoke.

Holding a revolver, he strode with unfeeling steps, swaggering into the deepest part of the isolation zone.

A middle-aged man, restrained in a straitjacket and unable to move, was tied to a chair. The moment he saw Aisoke, his eyes turned blood-red, and he looked as if he wanted to tear Aisoke apart.

Aisoke signaled the guard to open the isolation room door, then kicked the guard in the buttocks, indicating for him to leave.

"The people at the casino are all useless."

Aisoke slowly walked to the man’s front. The middle-aged man, using all his strength, could only awkwardly fall to the ground with the chair, yet he continued to crawl arduously toward Aisoke.

"Such incredible perseverance, it seems you really want to kill me. Let me guess the reason: is it because of your daughter? Actually, I really liked her. I didn’t expect to find a toy so much to my taste in Gear City. But it’s her own fault for resisting. If she had obeyed, she wouldn’t have ended up like this."

Aisoke "mercifully" took a few steps forward. When the man tried to bite a piece of flesh from his ankle, Aisoke abruptly lifted his shoe and kicked the man’s face.

The man’s nose was broken, and blood splattered everywhere.

"I’m telling you about your daughter, don’t you want to know what happened that night?"

Aisoke was entirely engrossed in the pleasure derived from abuse. From a young age, ordinary hobbies rarely interested him. He always sought more stimulating games, and to him, women were the finest toys, toys that could make noises, beg for mercy, and cry.

"She struggled quite a bit, so I had to grip her neck, but maybe I used a bit too much strength or held her for too long; she soon stopped moving."

The man cursed loudly, "You beast!"

"Beast?"

A scornful smile appeared on Aisoke’s face. It wasn’t the first time someone had described him that way. "Objectively speaking, it corresponds more to your status. You live pampered lives, but only provide insignificant value when you please me. Do you want to know what happened after your daughter stopped moving? After that..."

The sound of the door closing from behind startled Aisoke. He immediately pointed his gun at the source.

There was no one there, yet the isolation room door had somehow shut.

His expression changed slightly.

Before arriving at the Reception Bureau, someone had already voluntarily told Aisoke about the thug’s identity. He had prepared many stories about the man’s daughter.

He had also prepared a plan for the man.

The gunmen from the Imperial Military Industry should now have arrived at the apartment. Soon, he could enjoy the heartwarming scene of a family reunion.

Aisoke decided to make the man the last to breathe his last.

But now, he had an ominous inkling.

The room’s temperature had abruptly dropped. When Aisoke looked down, he saw red thin ice spreading across the floor. The blood that had splattered from the man turned into a visible virus, devouring the room.

More troubling... he suddenly felt itchy, with his vision clouded by a red haze.

It was as if something was about to burst forth from beneath his skin.