Chapter 149: 153. The Anger Part 1

{Orin, he's coming to this building! You were right!} A man communicates to his superior, using tactile signing.

Fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Orin Lodda had made preparations for this but he had not realized that the Abnormal would be coming so quickly. He scratches his head frantically, messing up his blonde hair. His eyes dart back and forth between the men who are here with him right now.

There are eight of them, six men and two women. The one who informed him about their interloper is a sensory mage with the ability to detect mana in a certain area around them while being able to discern areas around him with too much mana as well as spots with too little mana.

Orin remembers the aggressor from earlier, the one who had interrupted him and Karise. 

The one who had so easily overpowered both of them, yet had no mana within his body… Such a person shouldn't exist, it's obvious he's using some kind of spell to obscure the mana in his body.

It seems like a foolish action considering that everything in this world is saturated with mana. All Orin had to tell his compatriot was to search the area around them for any spot where there was absolutely no mana. It was too easy to see the manaless man coming.

He's finally coming towards them. Orin feels like pulling out his hair at this outcome. He still doesn't know where the man came from, but his motive seems to be to not let harm come to the demihumans in this building.

If it was as simple as that, Orin would have simply taken hostages from the building.

However, he chose to forgo such a plan so that he could use the time gathering demihuman hostages in order to carry out his plan. The man who he is facing is not slow. He is unbelievably fast.

{Where is he} Orin asks with tactile signing, sweat trickling down his brow.

He had ordered his men to use tactile signing so that their activities would not be overheard by people living in the apartment units along this hallway. It is best that their presence and actions remain a surprise.

{He was in the building that Loman and his men were in. He just left the building and… he's running to this one.} The sensory mage shares.

Orin realizes that the Abnormal was most likely able to kill Loman and his people. He did it so quickly, it doesn’t seem real. At the moment of truth, they all seem to be facing an unbeatable foe. As if the world itself is telling them not to do this.

Or… it seems like God is trying to make me earn my glory. 

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Orin grins widely. He starts searching his pockets for three vials of a certain alchemical compound.

{Fuck. Ok, men, it's the moment of truth right now. I'm giving you an order to activate your most powerful body enhancement spells. Where is he now?} Orin asks.

{He's already near the ground floor entrance! What the fuck is he? Is he really a nobleman?} The sensory mage signs in abject terror at the beast they may be up against. They had never planned about how to fight a nobleman.

Orin doesn’t buy this however. The man must be a commoner, nothing more than that. However he reached his level of magical prowess, Orin doesn’t know. But, he can only believe things to a certain degree.

{No, I don't think he’s a nobleman. I refuse to believe that a noble would protect demihumans like this wretched race traitor has. They're the children of God, the chosen… They're not so pathetic. But nevertheless, this man must not be underestimated. Come on! What the fuck are you waiting for!? Activate your spells!!}

Orin drinks one vial as his men activate their spells. He drinks another one. He has to be careful right now. If he's not prepared for this concoction he could really die. His plan is not a suicide bombing like Karise had done. He's a mage after all, so he can use the vials for their intended purpose.

His plan today was supposed to be relatively well thought out. If not for the interference of this man, he could have carried out one of the most successful terror attacks in the past forty years. Orin is a fanatic but he’s also pragmatic. He knows what the true purpose of terror is.

It is not to simply directly kill those who they hate. It is a tool that can be used to affect hearts and minds. 

The suburban humans within the city of Tritol. They don't have a care in the world. They don't have to worry about demihumans living lawlessly within city walls. They can choose to ignore the problem. They can pretend as if homeless demihumans are just the same as homeless humans.

As if they aren't just another species of vermin infesting the spaces of those who are loved by God.

The suburbanite humans are safe within their city gates. They don't think they can even be harmed, not by poor humans or demihumans alike. But they do respond to some things with an understanding of true fear. 

Terrorism. 

Even if the wealthier commoners aren't specifically affected by terrorism, they will still know about how senselessly one can die. The suicide bombing by Karise. That was an example of one. Terrorism is inherently random. Right now, it might be here but their fear will be when it reaches them.

They will inherently know what it feels like in a way that the nobles cannot while living in their skyscrapers. They are a powerful force for change.

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