Chapter 24
Kidney Deficiency Makes You Prone to Being Cuckolded
Although Henry’s entrance wasn’t particularly cool, the shock factor was no less than that of a grand archmage’s appearance.
Sherisa Noel was quite satisfied with Henry’s efficiency.
As expected of the man she had her eyes on.
However, the decapitated puppets didn’t lose their mobility.
On the contrary, they were trying to pick up their heads and reorganize their attack.
This scene left Henry utterly stunned.
“What the hell? You can still move without your heads? Are you all headless knights or something?”
The puppet leader immediately cast a detection spell on Henry upon seeing him.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t sense even a trace of magical power from Henry.
“Damn it, what kind of monster are you? You can control objects without any magical energy!”
The puppets surged toward Henry like a tide of corpses.
Seeing this, Henry grabbed a sword from the ground and swung at the puppets.
Limbs flew through the air, and blood painted the ground like a scene from hell.
Even the mentally tough Suit Thugs were struggling to stomach the sight.
Henry before them was like a madman, relentlessly severing limbs.
At the same time, the black magic book in his arms emitted a faint glow.
Henry could feel an endless surge of power coursing through him.
This almost berserk-like strength was even somewhat intoxicating.
Oh no, was he losing his mind?
[Detected abnormal mental state in the host. System issuing a warning.]
Hearing the System’s voice, Henry finally confirmed his suspicion.
Someone might have planted a seed of dark magic in him—when his emotions reached a certain threshold, those emotions would be amplified uncontrollably.
If this continued, he’d lose himself completely!
How vile! He had to find the mastermind behind this and use his greatsword to perform hemorrhoid management on them!
Henry took a deep breath and finally calmed his mind.
The ground was littered with severed limbs, a scene no less gruesome than what he’d witnessed in Japan’s Shibuya.
The puppets, now limbless, could only writhe on the ground.
Judging by their pained expressions, they didn’t even seem to realize they were already dead.
Seeing this, Henry pulled out his sword and stabbed it straight into one of their foreheads.
But the puppets still clung stubbornly to life.
This pissed Henry off.
“I’m putting in so much effort here, how are you still alive?”
“Hmph! Miss Sherisa, consider this your win for now. We’ll meet again.”
With that, the puppet’s eyes glazed over, its head lolled to the side, and it stopped moving.
The same happened to the other puppets, as if their energy source had been cut off.
But Sherisa’s eyes turned cold, her voice laced with anger.
“Hmph, trying to run?”
One of the Suit Thugs handed her an exquisite staff.
She slowly levitated into the air, and musical notes materialized like a melody, carving out a new path.
At the same time, her golden hair gradually turned white.
White hair? This was a Chinese person’s delight!
“Henry, I’ve pinpointed his magical signature. Follow the path of the notes to find him.”
“Sherisa, your magic can track someone’s mana? Are you a bloodhound or something?”
“Keep talking, and I’ll show you the difference between heaven and hell tonight!”
Sherisa narrowed her eyes at Henry, clearly intent on teaching him not to provoke a serious young woman.
Hearing this, Henry shuddered involuntarily.
He had a feeling tonight would bring a different kind of battle!
But that could wait—he had an enemy to deal with first.
The Suit Thugs exchanged glances. They now understood how they should treat this young man in the future.
Given their young mistress’s attitude, calling him “young master” wouldn’t be out of the question…
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Shinoka fled through the sewers like a rat escaping a sinking ship.
From the moment he set his plan in motion, he never imagined it would end like this.
He’d been exposed the moment he stepped onto the stage, his attempt to outmaneuver Sherisa backfired spectacularly, and now, as he tried to escape, his magical signature was being tracked!
Being a cultist was such a high-risk job.
If it weren’t for the promise of immense power, who’d willingly take on this kind of work?
Shinoka used to be a rural magic teacher until his superior recognized his talent and recruited him into the cult.
By all accounts, this should’ve been his ticket to success.
But the empire’s crackdown on dark magic and his superior’s constant mana draining made his life miserable.
As a teacher, the village chief skimmed his salary, and as a cultist, the high priest siphoned his magic.
Had he been working for others his entire life?
Frustrated, he decided to go all out here and make a name for himself!
Let the world remember the name Shinoka!
But after witnessing Sherisa’s methods, Shinoka realized he was just a clueless country bumpkin.
At this rate, returning to teaching was out of the question—he’d be lucky to even go back to farming.
The sewer exit was just ahead. Shinoka braced his hands on his knees, gasping for air.
“Ugh… I should’ve exercised more. Running like this without using magic is killing me.”
He leaned against the wall, looking utterly drained.
“Hey hey hey, you’re way too young to be this weak. If you’re like this now, your future wife might just cuckold you.”
Henry’s voice echoed from the end of the tunnel.
Shinoka’s hair stood on end.
He whipped his head around and saw a young man emerge from the shadows.
The boy wasn’t armed, seemingly having come alone.
But Shinoka didn’t let his guard down.
This was the same guy who’d annihilated his painstakingly assembled puppet army!
Those puppets were made from people he’d spent years collecting on the brink of death!
“You? Just what the hell are you?”
“Starting with the death flag questions? That’s a surefire way to die young.”
Henry sighed. Why did villains always insist on setting themselves up like this?
As the hero, he almost felt bad.
Henry flicked his hair with exaggerated flair.
Shinoka, however, raised his staff threateningly, his voice turning fierce.
“Get out of my way! A magicless nobody like you is just cannon fodder for the rich!”
“Come on, I might be society’s scrap material, but I’m not cannon fodder. Unlike you—a nameless, faceless cultist. You’re a dime a dozen. Even if you die, no one would mourn you.”
“Bullshit! Plenty of people care about me!”
Whether it struck a nerve or not, Shinoka flew into a rage.
He hurled fire spells at Henry, who dodged them like he was breakdancing.
“Honestly, sometimes I think not having magic is a blessing. Your spellcasting looks like it’s being done by someone with no limbs.”
“You bastard!”
Shinoka channeled all his remaining mana into his staff, condensing a bolt of black lightning.
But the next moment, a gravity spell slammed him into the ground!
The impact cracked the pavement like a spiderweb.
Shinoka’s eyes rolled back, and he passed out.
At the sewer exit stood a tall, slender figure.
Lady Reina strode toward Henry with graceful steps.
Henry stared at the unconscious Shinoka, his feelings mixed.
“Damn… did I just get KS’ed?”