Black Organization Headquarters.
It was located in a desolate wilderness, very secretive.
Aside from a small number of core members of the Organization, no one knew its exact location.
At this moment.
Many cadres of the Distillery were already gathered in a conference room.
Karasuma Renya, exuding an aura of decay, leaned on his cane and sat at the head of the rectangular conference table.
To his left and right.
Were Rum, Gin, Korn… various cadres named after alcoholic beverages.
"Boss, aren't you being too lenient with Vermouth? This woman claims to have important intelligence, but she doesn't show up herself." Gin frowned.
"This meeting was the Boss's decision, are you questioning the Boss?" Tequila frowned.
"Hmph, I'm just speaking the truth. If the Boss thinks I'm wrong, then punish me as he sees fit."
"Gentlemen, since we're here for a meeting, let's not be so hot-headed. Let's discuss everything once Vermouth arrives." Rum played peacemaker.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The sound of a cane tapping the ground echoed.
The previous arguments instantly vanished.
Karasuma Renya looked around and spoke faintly.
"Vermouth has discovered a method to control supernatural powers, which is why she's in such a hurry. Just wait patiently."
As a large dark organization, the Black Organization naturally knew more than ordinary people.
They were well aware that beneath the calm everyday life, many things they didn't understand were hidden.
Otherwise.
The Organization wouldn't have immortality as its goal.
At this moment, even Gin had nothing to say.
Woah—
A piercing alarm suddenly blared.
Followed by roars and gunshots.
"What's going on?"
"Are there intruders?"
Everyone was startled. Rum was about to contact the monitoring room when he realized the roars were getting closer.
Faintly.
They could even hear shrill screams and wails.
Boom!
The door, made entirely of alloy and capable of withstanding missile impacts, had exploded open.
A thick smell of blood assailed their nostrils.
A floor covered in corpses and red and white matter met their eyes.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Crisp footsteps came from a distance.
Under everyone's gaze.
They saw Linde, surrounded by the three women, stepping over the corpses and walking into the conference room as if taking a leisurely stroll.
"Vermouth?"
"Sherry, you're not dead?"
"She is… Miyano Akemi?"
Looking at the few people, everyone's reactions were different.
How did these three people end up together?
And this man, what was the situation now?
"Vermouth, what exactly do you mean?"
Karasuma Renya spoke in a low voice, "Bringing outsiders here."
"And killing so many people, even you are unforgivable."
"Who cares about your forgiveness?"
Vermouth let out a cold laugh, startling everyone.
Rum and the other cadres exchanged glances, seeing the incredulity in each other's eyes.
Could it be that the Vermouth in front of them was an imposter?
What kind of audacity was this?
Ignoring everyone's gazes, Vermouth hugged Linde's arm and pointed at Karasuma Renya, saying, "Master, this old geezer is the leader of the Organization."
"Should we kill them all?"
"What?"
Everyone hadn't yet recovered when they heard even more shocking news.
Everyone looked at Vermouth in disbelief, their faces full of incredulity.
This witch actually called this man 'Master'.
And she was acting so intimately.
All of this made them almost think they were dreaming.
"If we get rid of them now, can you control the Organization's funds?"
Linde put his arm around her slender waist, asking in a low voice.
He was very short on money right now.
And this Distillery, coincidentally, fit his target of robbing the rich to help the poor.
He couldn't possibly let such a large money bag slip away.
"That might be a bit of a problem."
Vermouth blinked, then pointed at Rum, "Let's spare his life for now."
"By then, I'm confident I can offer the Organization's wealth to Master."
"Vermouth, you've really gone mad."
Rum was dumbfounded, as if he was seeing this witch for the first time.
"Damn it, let go of your hand."
Calvados, being a sycophant, could no longer hold back and made a move to draw his gun.
Linde waved his hand casually, and a beam of magic power directly pierced through his body.
"How did he do that?"
Some people's faces showed uncontrollable fear.
They only saw a flash of light.
And Calvados was dead.
Bang!
At the same time, Gin kicked over the table.
He drew his gun and fired with extraordinary speed.
"Quite a swift move."
Linde flicked his finger, and another beam of magic power directly blew Gin into a bloody pulp.
The strongest combatant in the Distillery was crushed like an ant.
"..."
Seeing this, everyone's expressions changed.
Supernatural power.
This was absolutely supernatural power.
No one present was a fool; they had already realized something.
But at this moment,
one person, instead of being afraid, became thoroughly excited.
"Hahaha, it seems Vermouth didn't completely lie to me. This gentleman must be from that world, right?"
Karasuma Renya sat upright in his chair, rubbing his cane with both hands, his eyes lowered as he said, "Actually, we can cooperate."
"If you kill me here, you will only get the organization's wealth."
"But if we cooperate, you will gain my power, and then, with you and I joining forces, it might even be possible to overthrow this country."
As soon as these words were spoken,
the other Liquor Cadres secretly admired him.
As expected of the Boss, that's what he thought of in such a situation.
"You talk too much."
Linde shook his head.
"It seems there's nothing to discuss."
Karasuma Renya tapped his cane on the ground: "Don't think that only you possess supernatural power."
"Kill them for me, and I will offer you a hundred sacrifices."
"Deal."
Accompanying the gloomy words, a ferocious, burly figure had already appeared out of thin air.
"Hiss."
Rum and the others' pupils constricted, and they all instinctively took a sharp breath.
As ordinary people, their blood almost congealed under that eerie aura.
But soon,
they showed joy.
The Boss actually had such a hidden trump card.
They were saved now.
"A Cursed Spirit, huh…"
Linde's gaze flickered slightly.
As early as when he arrived here, he had already noticed this Cursed Spirit.
He hadn't expected it to be connected to Karasuma Renya.
But that made sense.
After all, this was a hodgepodge world.
Karasuma Renya had lived for nearly a hundred years and possessed such power.
It wasn't too surprising that he could come into contact with such things.
"Sir, I'll give you one last chance."
Karasuma Renya said sinisterly, "Otherwise, if you're eaten by the great Cursed Spirit, it will be too late for everything…"
Boom!
An explosion erupted from the ground, and the Cursed Spirit, along with the earth, was instantly reduced to ashes.
Immediately, the conference room fell silent.
Both Karasuma Renya and the other cadres were utterly stunned.
Their brains had crashed and could no longer function.
"A mere Intermediate Curse Spirit."
"And it dares to show off in front of me?"
Linde spoke calmly, snapping his fingers lightly.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Several magic beams spread in all directions, directly blasting everyone except Rum into a pile of rotten flesh.
Thud!
Rum's face was pale, and he had already fallen to his knees.
Seeing this, Vermouth stepped forward, preparing to have a good talk with him.
She believed
that torture would not be necessary.