The 31st Piece Turns The Tables (PART 1)

Chapter 190

Chapter 190

Marcelo Machado.

A man born in the slums of Brazil who later became a member of a gang based in São Paulo.

He, who had to survive off of rats, bugs, and scraps of food when he was young, realized something as he became an adult.

He was incapable of sympathizing with others.

It was a natural conclusion, after all. How could someone who had to solely focus on their survival have the luxury to develop something so unoriginal?

However... For Marcelo, this was also a blessing.

Killing others brutally or making them submit to him didn't bother him at all.

In fact, he even found it amusing. It was almost a natural conclusion for him to gravitate toward the side of evil.

Everyone is presented with numerous opportunities to choose how they will live their lives.

However, Marcelo believed that he had yet to encounter such an opportunity.

He had simply lived as fate handed it to him.

But one day, as all of humanity was transferred to a new world, everyone was given an opportunity. An opportunity to choose how they would live in the new world.

Marcelo ultimately opted for the easy, comfortable choice.

Currently, Marcelo was in a manor in the heart of Azelphog. He sat on an ornately decorated chair with subordinates at both sides like he was an emperor.

Originally belonging to a noble, this manor fell into Marcelo's gang's hands. Obviously, it wasn't acquired through amicable means.

"Marcelo, don't you think they went too far?"

"Yeah! Jonas is dead, and the others either died there or returned missing limbs!"

Despite his subordinates shouting and blaming him, Marcelo remained cool and quiet.

It was a common occurrence.

It was also something Marcelo simply had to deal with, as he was someone who handled thugs.

"Jonas had never been particularly useful," said one of the leaders who often helped Marcelo. "He's had a limp since his last job. We would have just tossed him aside after a couple more uses."

"...What?"

"Did you think this was a place to fulfill our hopes and dreams? Let's just focus on being useful to each other, alright? Regardless, Jonas served his purpose. What's our next move, Marcelo?"

Marcelo rested his arm on a chair and leaned into it.

"...The hunters will be arriving in Azelphog soon. Las Cabras sent them."

Las Cabras.

T/N: Portuguese for goats.

Marcelo was a part of a cartel known as Las Cabras, where all its leaders were referred to as Cabra.

"Hunters? Who?"

"The triplets."

"Th-those guys who move only for money?"

"Yeah. 20 platinum coins to kill them, 40 to capture them alive."

"Th-that much? Don't you think that's too much for the Haunted Swordsman?"

The Haunted Swordsman was another one of Yeo-myeong's nicknames, given to him for the ominous nature of his arm.

"The Haunted Swordsman is strong. He's why I called the triplets. And since he's from Nevenia, he could be useful in the future as well..."