15 It's Massacre Time

"Now, there are only two possibilities," Astarion paused for effect, "Either I don't hate your granddaughter, and she is safe," he paused again, letting the tension build, "Or you need to prepare some coffins."

"Is this supposed to be a threat?" Vled asked, his voice carrying a mix of incredulity and anger.

"Oh! Who am I to threaten the great Minister of Internal Defense?" Astarion replied in a mocking and cold tone. "I'm just offering some friendly advice."

"Those who didn't take my advice seriously ended up dead. I don't know who kills them every time," Astarion added, his voice cold and laden with a threatening undertone.

Vled clenched his fist in anger. It was clear to him that this bastard was a threating him.

but what could he do? In this world, killing members of the four great clans was as perilous as entering a lion's den.

As for the power or influence one might have, well, that was as useful as Sakura in the Fourth Great Ninja War when compared to the power of the four great clans.

Although this guys are always at each other's throat but they have an massive ego, so they can't digest the fact that someone who of their clan was killed by people they considered inferior.

"Old man, let's set our differences aside for a moment and discuss the compensation for the trauma and mental torture your granddaughter subjected me to," Astarion stated, trying to shift the focus of their conversation.

"What compensation! She didn't even touch you," Vled retorted in an angry voice. He had been briefed by Astram on everything that had happened.

Astram didn't even let Fleya lay a finger on Astarion, and now this bastard had the audacity to demand compensation.

"She inflicted mental torture on me, Oh my pitiful self " Astarion claimed, his voice taking on a pitiful tone as he feigned crocodile tears.

"Considering the mental torture I had to endure, I want 5 million cresto as compensation," Astarion declared, his voice firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

"5 MILLION?!" Vled exclaimed, his voice echoing through the room in disbelief. To him, 5 million cresto represented a significant sum.

Even by his standards. In the world and era they lived in, corruption, such as embezzling money from the nation's treasury, was near impossible.

Politicians often resorted to taking bribes from the wealthy to enrich themselves.

Yet, Vled was known as an honest man, taking pride in his integrity and the position he held. He had never accepted a single bribe from anyone, refusing to become a puppet to the wealthy.

"Of course, you could give me one more thing, and we'll be all done with it".

Astarion paused, allowing the suggestion to hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "Just give me the dark Blood Gem, and it will all be settled," he proposed, his eyes locked onto Vled's, gauging his reaction.

"You only want that?" Vled asked, a hint of surprise in his tone. If Astarion could be satisfied with the dark Blood Gem, he was more than willing to part with it.

The dark Blood Gem was one of the heirlooms of the Solria family.

but it was deemed practically worthless in an age where technology allowed similar gems to be manufactured with ease.

Its market value was only around 10,000 cresto, a fraction of what Astarion had initially demanded.

"I can give that to you," Vled said, nodding slowly as he leaned back in his chair.

Although Vled didn't want to give Astarion any compensation—why should he?—if this nuisance only desired a worthless gem, he was inclined to oblige.

Vled rose from his seat and moved toward a digital safe in the room. After typing the password, he opened it and retrieved a gem that was black around its edges and red in the center.

Vled then tossed it toward Astarion, who caught it effortlessly.

"Take it and get out of my room," Vled said, a hint of irritation in his voice. Then, turning to Astram, he ordered, "Astram, take him to one of the rooms in the building."

"Young Master Astarion, please follow me," Astram said, gesturing for Astarion to exit the room.

"I finally got this," Astarion thought to himself as he stood up, a trace of excitement in his demeanor, albeit slight.

The reason for his excitement was that the gem he had just acquired was one of the most unique items in "Eternal Apocalypse."

It was an item from the mythical era, and its main function was to store mythical energy, allowing its owner to utilize that energy.

Actually, it was all part of Astarion's plan; he never wanted 5 million Cresto from the start. He wanted the Red Blood Gem from the beginning.

but he asked for 5 million Cresto because it is human psychology that if you ask for something impossible to give and then ask for something much cheaper, the other party would agree without a second thought.

"Sol, how much mythical energy is in this stone right now?" Astarion thought to himself.

"Master, my calculations indicate it currently contains a total of 690 strands of mythical energy, which is barely any," Sol responded.

"And what time is it now?" Astarion inquired.

"Master, it is currently 11:59 PM. Only one minute remains until mythical energy can be used," Sol informed.

Hearing this, Astarion smiled. Although the zombies had arrived six hours earlier than expected, the mythical energy hadn't arrived with them.

This led him to conclude that the mythical energy would appear at the same time it did in "Eternal Apocalypse," which was 12:00 AM.

"Bastard, I will kill you!"

As Astarion exited the room, an average-looking boy with short red hair charged at him with a spear.

"Oh, the little bug has grown up and is seeking revenge, isn't it?" Astarion remarked as he halted the spear with his left hand, holding the red blood gem in his right.

"H-How did you stop it?" Lurion stammered in disbelief.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

As Lurion spoke, Astarion snapped the blade off the spear's wooden staff and stabbed it into Lurion's stomach.

He then grabbed Lurion by the neck and slammed him against the wall.

"We haven't seen each other for just two days, and you've forgotten your place, haven't you?"

Astarion taunted, pressing his nails into Lurion's neck until it began to bleed slightly.

"H-Help, s-someone help me," Lurion gasped, looking at Astram for assistance. Astram, however, just ignored him, being nothing more than a bootlicker for Astarion, not Lurion.

Bang.

As he was about to throttle Lurion, a metal ball hit his head, making him fall to the ground.

"YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU HURT MY COUSIN LURION!" Fleya, who had just thrown the metal ball at Astarion, yelled as she helped Lurion get up.

"ASTRAM! YOU IDIOT, WHY WEREN'T YOU HELPING MY COUSIN? DO YOU WANT TO BE FIRED?" Fleya then yelled at Astram.

"GET THAT BASTARD KILLED RIGH-" Fleya yelled, but a sword came flying toward her.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The sword, which came flying, cut her hand, which she had used to throw the metal ball toward Astarion.

"You bitch! I've tolerated you for too long," Astarion said as he stood up, went toward his sword, and saw the horrified eyes of Fleya.

"Sol, I'm changing the bet. I'm going to massacre these pieces of shit right now," Astarion said in his mind as he took the sword in his hand.

And the red blood gem in his hand also started to glow and soon his right hand was covered with many runes.

"As you wish, Master," Sol replied.

Sol chuckled a little as it replied because it knew its master only had two types of moods.

First, make a plan, use the plan, manipulate others to clear his way to his goal.

Second, Fuck plan, just kill your way to the top.

''It's massacre time'' sol said amusingly.