Extra's Path To Demon King-Chapter 60: How To Repay You?

Now that Axel was a literal 2nd circle mage, and secretly the greatest prodigy of the rune tower, or maybe all the mages, he could do whatever he wanted to them. Even the king might have to bow his head.

He chuckled to himself, to think he was on the streets as a fucking hopeless beggar just a few years before, even the patrol guards used to kick him like a dog, now even the king would tremble in front of his might. It was quite a pretty improvement, nonetheless, from a neutral viewpoint.

He first visited the house of Viscount Zeke, unceremoniously entering the house, keeping himself hidden, he saw something he should have expected from the wretches they were.

It was the middle of the night, Viscount Zeke was fucking three beautiful girls one after another, the stench of Alcohol, and questionable liquids permeated everywhere. The man had lost himself in alcohol and sex. He was having the time of his life while trash-talking the girls, with the most disgusting as well as ungentlemanly words the man could muster.

The three girls were less than 18. Having no wish to watch that scene further. He shaped his mana into something similar to that of an arrow. He now had such control over mana, that he could compress and give mana a tangible shape, it would still look like something transparent and unnoticeable to those who could not perceive mana.

Just as the illustrious viscount respected by countless people, the master of unnumerable wealth, got shot by a mana like arrow right through his chest, it was if something sharp and invisible had pierced his chest, it also happened right before the man was about to cum inside of the girl, who he was fucking.

The noblemen’s last thought’s were, disappointment and immense regret, couldn’t the fucking killer at least let him cum before sending him to the after life. Not even letting a man enjoy his last time. What a ruthless bastard.

Axel chuckled to himself while the girls panicked. But he didn’t care, the same happened with Viscount Frank, the bastard noble was having a threesome with no care in the world, just as before, Axel killed him right before the bastard was about to cum, lol.

He enjoyed the last moments of the absolute regret, what could be a more regretful sensation for a man, than being unable to finish his last time, and having a few seconds in his hand right before, to be even able to feel the most regretful sensation in the world.

Axel couldn’t stop laughing at that regretful sight, it was extremely funny somehow, then he moved onto his final target, Merchant Han. Unlike the previous two, this one was busy on work. He had reestablished the previous underground framework, which Axel himself destroyed.

Axel could tell the man was putting his best efforts into creating the most well-structured underground empire possible, while keeping himself anonymous. Suddenly, a small little girl of 4 to 5 years old came inside of the office, it seems to be his daughter and the rich merchant adored the little kid greatly.

But there was one peculiar detail, for some reason the kid looked something similar to his old self, at least those brown eyes. He narrowed his eyes, standing in the same office, being cloaked by an invisible artifact he personally created, he brought out something, a tri-rune artifact with concepts of ’blood’, ’bone’, and ’flesh’ imbued in it.

He dropped a single drop of his blood in it, he activated the tool, it could trace those of a similar bloodline, his eyes dimmed, seeing the signatures of the mana. The trail of mana connected to the tool went out and connected with both the merchant and the girl.

A complex catalogue of emotions barged into his mind as he thought, ’So, he was my father all along, or the father of Ash.’

He looked at the little girl, for a moment his eyes flashed with boundless hatred, a part of him thought, ’what if I kill the girl, right in front of him, what expression would he make?’

A twisted and dark desire for revenge seeped into every fiber of his being, but he suppressed it. No, if he did that, he would be the same as those bastards, killing an innocent girl just for my twisted satisfaction can’t be the right path, he reprimanded himself.

Soon, the little girl went on her way, only the merchant had a contented smile on his face, as if just seeing the little girl brightened up his world. But that smile of his only generated utter disgust in him,

He walked in front of the man’s desk, turned off his invisibility artifact, and the moment he did so. The man jumped up in fright. He shouted in fear, seeing a figure covered in a dark cloak, "WHO ARE YOU?"

The merchant panicked, he brought out an old gun from beneath his desk, then fired nonstop at the unknown figure. But to no avail, he threw a knife, a sword. But it never reached the figure, the mana in the air blocked any of the merchant’s weak attempts.

The figure pulled up his hood, revealing his face as he said, in a mocking tone, "Are you finished?"

The merchant became even more terrified, he did not recognize Axel because back then, he had not shown his face to the three perpetrators, and his eye color had changed from brown to the usual vibrant blue color. The runic pattern did not show in his eyes, since the artifact given by his master kept any of his uniqueness that could reveal his power hidden properly.

But the merchant was very smart and could easily infer that the person in front of him was actually a mage. And he actually attacked a freaking mage? The thought made his skin go pale even further, the color drained from his eyes in despair.

Axel revealed with a chuckle, "Don’t tell me, you forgot the little thief who ruined all of your plan."

The merchant’s eyes widened hearing that, memories resurfaced, but unwilling to accept such a blatant lie, he rebuked, "Impossible, you’re not that kid."

Axel smiled viciously and said, "In a way, you could say so, I suppose, after all, I wasn’t a mage back then."

"Impossible, you cannot be the same person?" shouted the merchant.

"Do not pretend to understand what a mage can or cannot be, Vermin!" stated Axel coldly as his smile vanished.

A heavyweight unknowingly pressed onto the merchant as he lowered his head and clenched his fists, Axel did not impose the pressure; rather, the mana itself reacted to his anger.

"Let me ask you something, do you remember a slave named Ansia?" continued Axel in a chilling tone as he asked the merchant about his deceased and tormented mother.

The man kept his head lowered, not speaking, Axel thought for a moment if the mana was pressuring him too much, to make him unable to speak. But his now known father spoke in a subdued tone, "I know....."

Axel eyes blinked in slight surprise, he did not expect the merchant to know or maybe remember his slave mother’s name. For some reason, anger rose in him as he asked, "Then did you remember that the poor woman was preg........"

But the merchant cut him off as he said, "I know, I know that he was my son, I know that you’re my son."

For the first time in a long time, Axel had a perplexed and surprised expression on his face, he did not expect for the merchant to know, even he did not, but how? His mind worked in full gear as he continued to speculate, one thing after another.

But the merchant solved his doubt in a husky tone, "The moment I saw those brown eyes, back then, I had a suspicion, later I contacted your detective Malric, with his help. I found out, you were indeed my son......"

Axel stood there utterly surprised, so, so, the detective knew all this time, merchant Han was actually his father. But why didn’t he tell him? Axel asked in understanding, "So, that is the reason you never tried to get back at me, or cause any trouble for Malric?"

The merchant nodded hesitatingly, but this made the hatred inside Axel’s heart explode. The mana in the air wrapped around the merchant’s chains and lifted him into the air. The desk was crushed into the ground as if it were made of paper, not wood. His so-called father trembled in fear, but Axel, without a care in the world, stated menacingly,

"You fucked a slave, enjoy her, then throw her into the streets after making her pregnant, then forget she ever existed, or what happened to the child."

"Then you fucking build an underground network, which continues to torment that very son of yours."

"While you reap the benefits of the underground activities from the shadows and live happily ever after with your real family."

"HOW COULD THERE BE SUCH A GOOD THING IN THE WORLD?"

"Oh, respected and revered lord Han, tell me how this insolent child of yours should, REPAY YOU?"