The Demon's Menu-Chapter 904: Plans Cant Keep Up with Changes

Chapter 904: Chapter 70: Plans Can’t Keep Up with Changes!

Chapter 904 -70: Plans Can’t Keep Up with Changes!

Time moved slightly forward.

Siluk, called ‘Brutalizer,’ paced around the room restlessly.

He not only detested the cramped, oppressive room but loathed the mission even more.

Kill everyone!

That was his mission this time.

To accomplish this mission, he needed not just to play the fool but to distort his rugged features, which he couldn’t accept.

Yet, the one who assigned the mission was someone he could not refuse.

He owed him too many favors.

Hence, he could only hide his identity and become ‘Brutalizer.’

Starting from Zone E, advancing step by step.

However, it was almost complete.

After this favor, I will return home, find a woman who truly appreciates me, then marry and have children.

Thinking so, a ferocious expression appeared on Siluk’s face.

Then, he began to inject himself with ‘Potion’ while using his body to shield the action.

The special nature of ‘Mandelin Town,’ his employer had informed him prior.

This ‘Potion’ would allow him to maintain the necessary clarity.

The Potion quickly assimilated into Brutalizer Siluk’s bloodstream.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds—

Roar!

A roar several times more fierce and shrill than before erupted from Brutalizer Siluk.

His already bloodthirsty gaze turned savage.

Veins visibly filled his eyeballs.

More dramatically, his already 3-meter-tall body began to grow again, his muscles and bones expanding like inflating a balloon, and finally, when everything ceased, Brutalizer Siluk had reached a height of 4 meters.

His whole body was muscular, even his wrists were thicker than a normal person’s thighs by two turns.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

He knocked on the door.

Roaring continuously.

He, had completely lost his mind.

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Standing in the shadows, ‘Assassin’ was calm and composed.

For him, a professional assassin, he didn’t hate ‘games.’

Because it made his mission more direct.

Of course, the increase in the target number did not reduce the difficulty of the mission.

If anything, it had become a bit more challenging.

However, the pay was tempting.

After this job, the money earned would be enough for him to retire.

He wanted to find a place with eternal spring to leisurely spend the rest of his life.

Of course, the seaside was also fine.

Sunshine, beaches, bikinis.

He would never have to hide in the shadows again.

A wonderful life was already beckoning him.

At this moment, ‘Assassin’ wasn’t careless; he began to adjust himself using the secret technique—He was aware of the anomaly in Mandelin Town, but he was quite confident in his secret technique.

Or rather, he was quite confident in himself.

He believed that, with his willpower, it was impossible to be influenced.

Not to mention he was reinforced by the secret technique.

He would definitely be unharmed.

…

‘Death Lawyer’ looked up at the low ceiling, his eyes listless.

As a former lawyer for the Moket Family, ‘Death Lawyer’ originally had a very promising future with wealth and power within reach, but everything changed after that accident.

He didn’t even know why he had done such a thing.

It wasn’t his style at all.

He would never attack a client.

Even if that client truly deserved to die, he would have defended them with everything he had.

That in itself was his duty as a lawyer.

And his reason for existence!

Justice?

Sorry, his ‘justice’ was to defend the interests of his clients.

Just as the ‘justice’ of the law should be decided by the judge.

Maintaining the ‘justice’ of the majority of the citizens is the job of the police.

Of course, ‘vigilante justice’ might be a bit purer.

But much less regulated.

So, wasn’t it justified that his client beat him to death?

Why would he attack such a ‘righteous’ person?

What exactly happened?

‘Death Lawyer’ had a mess in his mind.

He felt like he had lost some extremely important memories.

But at this moment, he couldn’t care less about that.

He needed to survive.

If he couldn’t survive, nothing else mattered.

It started!

The voice of the host was already reaching his ears.

‘Death Lawyer’ stood up; his door had already opened, thanks to previous experiences, one of the few ‘benefits’; he could temporarily leave or lay an ambush, ultimately having multiple choices.

Without hesitation, ‘Death Lawyer’ walked out.

But just as he took a step.

His expression changed.

It turned dark and bizarre.

"Hmph!”

With a cold snort, ‘Death Lawyer’ twisted his neck.

Crack, crack!

Amid the crisp sounds of his joints, ‘Death Lawyer’ muttered to himself.

"What a lousy body.”

"Every use is so uncomfortable.”

"But, for… it is enough.”

‘Death Lawyer’ muttered to himself.

Then, already outside, he looked towards the room where Jason was located.

It wasn’t hard to find.

Each room had a nameplate outside.

"Partner, I hope you aren’t shocked to see me.”

"Of course

"You need to still have some sanity.”

With such mocking words, ‘Death Lawyer’ walked out.

He could appear here, which proved his plan had already succeeded halfway.

The rest?

Naturally, it would proceed as planned.

…

Survivors’ starting point.

Unlike previous ‘survivors,’ this time the ‘survivors’ were much more composed in both expression and speech.