Second Plot

In an area engulfed in chaos and bloodshed, a woman held a soul in her hands.

Then she said, "Tch Tch, Spear God, see what you have been reduced to from your peak in that forbidden era," Sol remarked as a dark aura released from her hand, corrupting the soul. Then the soul broke apart into particles and got destroyed.

"This is what you get for defying the creator of chaos," Sol said as the soul of Lurion was destroyed.

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As Astarion exited the now burned police headquarters, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. The battle had taken a toll on him, both physically and mentally.

Sol. 'Sol, how many strands of mythical energy are left in the dark blood gem now?' astarion asked sol ss he walked through the streets filled with the corpses of zombies and humans.

'Master, there are a total of 600 strands still left in the dark blood gem,' Sol replied immediately in Astarion's mind.

Astarion let out a sigh, his mind racing with thoughts. 'Hmm, killing these bastards took too many strands of mythical energy,' he thought to himself.

He knew that these strands were precious and not easily replenished. They were like threads made of mythical energy, but in this form, they were easier to store.

Astarion knew that he needed these strands more than anything at the moment. His body was weak and pathetic, and he couldn't rely on his own cultivation talent to gather mythical energy.

It would take him a lot of effort and time, and he couldn't afford to waste either. That's why he relied on the dark blood gem, even though he knew it came with its own risks.

As he continued to walk through the streets, Astarion couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust towards the corpses around him.

"Fucking weaklings," Astarion said as he stepped over all the corpses. To him, the most disgusting thing was weakness.

'Master, the next plot is about to start' Sol's voice interrupted his thoughts. Astarion knew that he needed to focus on the task at hand.

"Sol, create a function in the system that would inform me whenever I encounter someone from the protagonist's faction," Astarion said as he slashed a zombie which came to attack him into two pieces with his sword.

''Okay, Master'' Sol replied

Soon, Astarion spotted a Lamborghini, which bore a white tiger emblem on its front.

"Interesting," he murmured, his interest piqued as he began to walk toward the Lamborghini.

His motives were twofold: firstly, he needed a car at that moment, and secondly, and more importantly, the presence of a white tiger emblem intrigued him.

In this world, the four great clans each had their own symbols: the golden dragon, the blood phoenix, the white tiger, and the black turtle.

The white tiger was the emblem of the Vastaril clan, and to understand how important this symbols are to must know that, No matter how powerful one might be, daring to use the symbols of the four great clans was a taboo.

The clans' symbols were not just emblems; they were a declaration of power and prestige.

To misuse them was to invite the wrath of these powerful families. Even the mightiest would hesitate, knowing that to do so could provoke a conflict so severe, A world war was waged by an great clan just because of this reason.

These symbols can be said to represent the pride and ego of the four great clans.

As Astarion approached the Lamborghini, he couldn't help but notice the numerous corpses of zombies littering the area around the vehicle.

This observation led him to two possibilities: someone had recently dispatched these zombies, and they were either inside the Lamborghini or had fled the scene shortly after.

"Master, there are some people inside this car. I can sense it," Sol informed him.

"Oh! Then this just got more interesting," Astarion replied, a hint of excitement in his tone.

Reaching the Lamborghini, Astarion observed that every window, including the front mirror, was obscured with car shades from the inside.

"Looks like our friend inside isn't completely stupid," he remarked. Without a moment's hesitation, he drew his sword and sliced through a window in a single, fluid motion.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Zombieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

The immediate aftermath was chaos; screams erupted from within the car, a cacophony of terror as the occupants mistook him for a zombie intruding.

As the screams filled his ears, Astarion heard a series of notifications in his mind:

[Ding! You have encountered a supporting character.]

[Ding! You have encountered a supporting character.]

[Ding! You have encountered a supporting character.]

[Ding! You have encountered an extra female lead.]

[Ding! You have encountered the main female lead.]

"The system is offering some choices to master," Sol noted, breaking into Astarion's thoughts.

1] Torture and kill them all.

2] Manipulate them.

3] ?

"Huh!?"