The General watched as Lucian took out his phone, and for some reason, a deep sense of unease settled in his chest. Your journey continues with My Virtual Library Empire
A bad feeling.
“What are you doing?” The General’s voice was calm, but his eyes sharpened.
Lucian didn’t even look up.
“Nothing much. Just returning the enmity.”
His fingers scrolled across the screen, tapping at something.
The General’s expression darkened.
“Kid, don’t do anything stupid.” His tone carried a warning now. “You should know that the government can overlook small things, but if you take this too far… even you won’t be able to escape accountability.”
At that, Lucian finally lifted his head, his sharp eyes meeting the General’s.
“Do you really think they can do anything to me?” His voice was quiet, yet somehow it filled the room. “Even if I did go too far?”
The General’s jaw tightened.
“Kid, overconfidence will ruin you.”
Before he could say more
“Drop the phone!”
Meleonora suddenly raised her pistol, aiming directly at Lucian’s head, her stance rigid with tension.
The General’s head snapped toward her.
“No! Don’t, girl!” His voice was firm, but there was a trace of urgency.
Meleonora ignored him, her grip tightening around the trigger. She could feel something was off.
Lucian had taken out his phone, and the General the Marshal had reacted with unease.
That alone told her something was very, very wrong.
She wouldn’t let him do whatever he was about to do.
Lucian, however, merely glanced at her, his expression unreadable.
“You really don’t understand who you’re standing before, do you?” His tone was almost amused. “Pointing a gun at me again and again… whenever you feel like it.”
He sighed, as if truly disappointed.
“My bad.” He raised his hand slightly. “You can’t teach an idiot who plays with life, can you?”
Meleonora’s muscles tensed, her breath hitching.
What’s he doing?
Was he about to summon something? A weapon? Some new ability?
Her grip tightened on the pistol.
She wouldn’t hesitate.
If anything strange appeared in his hand
She would pull the trigger.
Even if the General protested.
Even if it got her into trouble later.
Her arms trembled slightly, but she kept her stance firm.
But then
Lucian snapped his fingers.
SNAP.
A sudden jolt of electricity surged through Meleonora’s body.
“Ughh!”
Her entire frame seized up as an electric current coursed through her nerves.
Her pistol slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor.
“Ahhh hahh…!”
She collapsed onto her knees, her breathing ragged, her body twitching involuntarily.
Her limbs felt numb, like she had lost control of them entirely.
It wasn’t strong enough to truly harm her
But it was enough.
Lucian peered down at her, his expression cool and detached.
“Good.” He exhaled lightly. “Next time, maybe you won’t be stupid enough to point a gun at me.”
Meleonora gritted her teeth, frustration and confusion raging inside her.
“You… ugh… how…?”
Her breath was still uneven, her body sluggish.
The two guards behind her instinctively reached for their weapons.
But before they could draw them
The General gave a slight shake of his head.
A silent command.
Don’t.
The guards hesitated, but eventually obeyed.
The General sighed heavily, rubbing his temple.
“Pick her up and put her in a chair.” His voice carried a tired weight.
One of the guards nodded, moving forward to help Meleonora.
Meanwhile, Lucian barely paid her any more attention.
His focus had already shifted back to his phone.
Unbeknownst to anyone, he had placed a small, nearly invisible chip on Meleonora’s uniform earlier when she had first arrived.
A precaution.
And now…
Lucian scrolled through his phone, scanning something with interest.
Then, after a few seconds
“Hmm.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully before suddenly turning his gaze toward the purple-haired man.
“Give me a number.”
The words were casual, but something about them made the atmosphere heavier.
Purple-haired man blinked.
“Huh? Me?”
He pointed at himself, eyebrows raised.
He had been standing back, enjoying the drama like an amused spectator.
And now, suddenly
Lucian was looking directly at him.
“Yeah. You.”
Lucian’s gaze was unreadable. “Give me a number.”
Purple-haired man hesitated.
What the hell was this guy planning now?
As far as the purple-haired man had observed, Lucian was a lunatic.
And now, for some reason, Lucian was asking him for a number?
“Ahh… what number?” He asked again, blinking at Lucian in confusion.
The room grew tense.
Everyone’s attention shifted toward him.
Even the General, who had been focused solely on Lucian this entire time, finally turned to properly look at the purple-haired man.
Who is this guy? The General wondered.
Meleonora, still struggling with the lingering numbness from the electric shock, was watching everything from the corner where the guards had helped her sit. Her breath was still unsteady, but her mind was sharp.
Lucian didn’t elaborate.
He simply stared at the purple-haired man, waiting.
“Just give me a number already.” His tone was calm, almost casual.
Well maybe number between 1-100 be enough.
But for some reason, the purple-haired man felt a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.
Why did this feel… important?
Why did he feel like whatever number he gave would have some insane consequences?
He swallowed.
“Ahh… whatever. What’s the big deal?” He muttered under his breath, trying to shake off the nervous feeling.
Then, he looked up at Lucian and, after a brief hesitation, said:
“Seven. My favorite number is seven.”
Lucian nodded.
“Good choice.”
The purple-haired man exhaled slightly.
What does he even want with that? He thought. What a weirdo.
But before he could say anything else, the General spoke up, his tone firm.
“What are you thinking, kid?”His sharp eyes were locked onto Lucian, trying to decipher his intent.
Lucian didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he started tapping on his phone, his fingers moving swiftly across the screen.
Meleonora’s stomach twisted with unease.
“Ughh… what did you do?”She demanded, forcing her voice to be steady despite the lingering numbness in her limbs.
Her mind raced with possibilities.
Had he just sent a command? A message?
Was he activating some hidden force under the Kane family?
Would an army be mobilized to attack the Silvit Family for revenge?
No.
That would be insane.
Even if the Kane family did have a hidden army which, to her knowledge, they didn’t l sending them to storm a heavily fortified island would be suicidal.
There would be massive losses.
It would be stupid.
Right?
Lucian finally slipped his phone back into his pocket.
A slow, almost serene smile spread across his face.
And then, he raised his hand again.
Meleonora flinched.
Was he going to shock her again?
But no.
This time, he simply raised one finger.
Then, with a glint in his eye, he spoke:
“The thing is…I didn’t do much.”
His smile widened slightly.
“It’s just that…there will be one less island in this world from now on.”
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