Chapter 64: Harmful

A chilly wind blew over the great wall that gave a little chill to Elior's spine. Yes, he was standing above the great wall and it was nightfall. He had been here for an hour now and was waiting for his target to arrive.

Today he was more prepared than usual. He was wearing a custom armour that he did not make himself, but tuned a little according to his needs. In addition, there was a mask on his face that hid him from the natural or supernatural senses. There was no spear today as well, but he had the new twin rapier with him on his waists. It was completed only today, and the result had been just what he needed.

There was only one feature of the weapon other than being super sharp. It could raise the mana revolution speed by a whopping 32%. To a weapon of this caliber it was quite a lot, though there was no stacking.

In the cold night and wind, he walked silently above the wall, watching. It was actually the seventh wall that had not been completed yet—that was why he had the audacity to climb above it. It was barely twenty metres high now, only about a third compared to its other six, and the runes and formation were far from being completed.

After all, all these were not just for show. The other six walls could put on a barrier against a mass attack and the first two could do a lot more thing than just defence. This place was called the Safe Haven for a reason.

Yet even a place like this was broken in the previous timeline, well there was surely a reason for that. Other than the massive dungeon attacks, there was an internal attack, and today, he was just doing just that. To seek the internal problem and solve it through brain or brawl.

His target had appeared, and he put on his coating of [Void Stealth]. A man in his mid prime walked below towards the gate. He had a thick and long overcoat on and a hat on his head. He looked like a traveller that came a long way, but his identity was a failed Guardian that failed to get his third advancement in a couple of decades.

Miserable, right? But what could they do if they did not have talent and a head full of excuses for not working hard? There were a few options, starting from working hard even though you had failed, and doing your best for all humanity. The world would have been such a better place if a person like Albert Iker thought like that.

Elior saw Albert Iker entering the gate showing his id of the federation. The guards saluted him and he nodded, advancing inside. Elior sneered inside, seeing the scene. It always gets on his nerves if he sees someone getting the respect they did not deserve.

He had not planned to do anything drastic to this guy—after all, he's not even a scale of the tail he was after. As for the snake itself, it has to wait for him to solve the problem with his planet first.

All he wanted to do was see what this garbage did today. It was supposed to be his duty to watch over a region now. Let's see what he does. He followed the garbage till he entered the not so high watchtower.

Elior first gave a full circle of the building and looked for anything fishy. Though it was built by the federation, it did not put much to be safe. After all, he was after a two-faced bastard. Finding everything within his expectation and his knowledge, he got inside, keeping under the veil.

His [Abstraction of Void] had reached level 3 and the stealth ability level 4. If there was no guardian who specializes in this area, and he kept his veil under control, he had no fear of being discovered.

The inside of the watchtower as he had expected. There was not much security in place as it was built new and there were far fewer guardians than needed. After searching for a couple of minutes, he saw the person he was looking for and there were a few others with him now.

They were laughing while drinking during their hour of duty.

"God, I'm jealous of you, Albert," said a colleague with a glass of alcohol on his arm. "We have graduated at the same time from the institute, and had almost the same capability, and now look at you. You are finally on your way to becoming a full-fledge guardian."

"Yes, man. At least tell us your secret," another one who's far drunker than the other two said in a joking manner. "We are, after all, your friends since the college years."

"The secret is, there is no secret," Albert the garbage said with a faint smile on his lips. He was entirely enjoying the drink and the reverence these two were showing to him. "You have to work hard and success will follow you. Look at me, I barely graduated after five years in the academy and had almost no hopes to become a guardian, yet I still pull through after a long decade. Sure, it has been long and quite exhaustive, but I will surely be there."

"Cheers to that." The others cheered.

Elior had the impulse to pull the rapier out and shove it into this garbage's laughing face, but he had to calm down. Patience, he's barely a small fry. There were dozens like him.

The three colleagues laughed and enjoyed their night, ditching their unimportant work of looking out for any supernatural activities or phenomena. Really, what could be more important than drinking and telling how the world was unfair to them?!

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Abruptly, something inside the pocket of the garbage vibrated. The two drunk friends were too dull to pick that, but not Elior, as his entire attention was on the fella. Albert Iker put his palm into his pocket and stopped the vibration. A single line appeared on his forehead. Seeing his friends were already on the verge of passing out, he bid them goodbye, saying he needed to go to the toilet.

He ran the mana inside his body to detoxify the dullness—alcohol brought. He had not drank much, so it only took him the time to get to the toilet. In his business or incapability, he never saw someone was following him for a while now.

Getting back to his usual state of mind, he chose a closed-door toilet and opened a couple of devices from his pocket. A small device that was used for communication, and it was ringing, while the other crystal device could make a soundless and sightless barrier that could hide anything from the outsider's eyes. Before moving to the communication device, he fidgetted with the other one to create a barrier.

The transparent barrier started to form around him and the moment he was about to answer the call, a cold blade with raging mana current pulled towards his neck.

"Not a single word until I said to, blink once if you understand what I'm saying," a person wearing a white mask appeared in front of him out of thin air. The blade was still against his neck even a little moment to turn his life upside down.

He looked at the cold eyes of the masked man and saw the deep abyss of emptiness inside. He could not help but gulp an uncomfortable breath. For how long this man following him? If not for the barrier he might never would have to show himself and threaten him, and he would not like this either.

"Blink if you understand," the masked man said in his emotionless voice again.

He blinked.

"Good," the masked man said and rubbed his head as if he was a good puppy. "Now answer the call and don't even try to be smart. A single moment of hesitation will be enough to end everything."

Albert Iker blinked and picked up the call. "Hello," he said in an uncomfortable voice. "This is Apprentice Iker."

For a while, there was no response, then a voice said in a monotonic tone. "Advance project B1047."

The face of Albert, which was darkened till now, devastated hearing that. He looked at the masked man and did not utter a word. Sweat beads were forming on his face like it was the hottest day of the dry summer. He could very well see he was dead today, and his busy mind could not come up with a single solution.

He had nightmares many times that some guardian would catch him someday, and he would be put into trials, but what appeared before him was death itself.

"Asking for confirmation." The monotonic voice came from the device, vibrating in the air.

Albert cut the call and tears dripped down from his eyes. "Why?" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "WHY?" No voice left the barrier and the masked man before him ignored it as if his entire existence was nothing but a speck of dust to him.

The tear never stopped running as a short quake of light appeared from the blade in his neck. The blade had not pierced him, but he was dead or will be.

Scarlet blood sprayed out like it was a watering flower and the corpse lay on the cold floor with tears in his eyes. Surprisingly, none of the blood had even strained a little on the mask. It was as if there was a thin, invisible wall before him.

"Because your existence was harmful to mankind," the masked man said in his emotionless voice and stooped to collect the corpse.

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