VIPER'S POV
Ah, my body aches, but there’s a strange lightness to it now. It feels like I could fight for hours more. The earlier chaos must have been a result of my unconscious state, something that’s happened before. Like the time Mr. Azakura’s mansion was attacked, or when Demon’s back was scarred—I awoke in the midst of battle, surrounded by lifeless bodies. That’s why I had Mr. Azakura delete the CCTV footage; I couldn’t bear the thought of Demon seeing me as a monster.
Speaking of Mr. Azakura, I need a new weapon. I can’t continue like this without one. How can I get in touch with him? I need a phone. I looked around among the scattered bodies and finally found one.
After a few tries, I managed to get through to the mansion. It’s no surprise they didn’t answer immediately since this number isn’t registered there. When someone finally picked up, it was Sebastian’s voice, strained and confused.
"Who is this?" he asked, his voice trembling.
“It’s me.”
There was a long pause, and then I heard footsteps and soft sobbing. What the hell?
“Lord Viper, is that you?” Sebastian’s voice was cracking. He sounded old and deeply shaken.
“LORD VIPERRRRRRR!!” Ripple’s voice burst through the line, almost competing with Sebastian’s. “Lord Viper, I’m so glad you’re alive!”
“Is that so? If you’re happy, let me speak to Mr. Azakura. I don’t have time for chitchat.” The phone’s battery was down to 5%, so I needed to move quickly.
“Conan.” Mr. Azakura’s voice was steady but laced with a hint of cheer. “You called; do you need a new toy?”
Pffft—he really knows me too well.
“I’m glad I don’t need to explain further,” I said, hearing him breathe heavily on the other end. “Can you send me your latest invention?”
“Just send me your coordinates, and it will arrive as soon as possible.” He sounded genuinely excited. It seemed he was eager to show off his new creation.
“Sure.” With only 3% left on the battery, I quickly asked, “Where’s Venom? Master Mikhail and the others?”
“Venom was with Demon inside the underground, and Lord Mikhail…”
“The phone’s about to die. I need to hang up.” I didn’t wait for a full response. Their silence was enough to tell me that something bad had happened to Master Mikhail and the others.
As the call ended, I felt a strange mixture of urgency and exhilaration coursing through me. My body ached from the battle, yet the thought of getting my hands on one of Mr. Azakura's new toys sent a thrill down my spine. But first, there was more fighting to be done. And if I was going to do it, why not have a little fun?
I looked around at the carnage surrounding me—bodies strewn like broken dolls, blood painting the ground. The scene should’ve been terrifying, but instead, it only made me smile. This was my playground, and I was ready to play.
“Alright, you miserable scum,” I muttered, cracking my neck as I stretched my arms. “Who’s next?”
A group of underlings from various organizations was approaching, their weapons raised, eyes filled with fear and determination. They probably thought they could take me down, that they had a chance because I was alone. Silly fools. They had no idea what was coming.
I started humming a cheerful tune as I sauntered toward them, my steps light, almost playful. The tune picked up pace, matching the rhythm of my heartbeat as I charged into the fray.
