Guild Wars

There were many things that people expected Draco to react with, but none of them could have guessed that he would literally say something as daring as 'The IRS should no longer exist.' While many people agreed with him in their hearts, it was one thing to be a low earner and say it, and another to be a high-income tax evader and then utter the same treacherous words.

Not to mention, what capital did he think he had to say such words? Wasn't this fellow a mere gamer? Did he think the real world was a game? Had he gone crazy due to the power the game gave one within its world and failed to recognize reality?

It wouldn't be surprising. There were many such cases of those incidents in today's society, especially when one spent a prolonged period within the game world and had to come out.

While there were rumors of a power feedback from the game, very few had such a thing because you actually needed to be strong within the game to gain anything, and even that feedback was minor.

The crowd felt derisive, and the SWAT team even more so. The captain of the unit seemed to lose his patience and simply pointed forward, beginning to roar.

"The target is resisting arrest! Fire the first round of warning shots in 3, 2, 1… go!"

The first round of fire was rubber bullets since they were dealing with a non-armed civilian group, which was why the captain was so straightforward. The bullets were fired at Draco and the entrance of the Purgatory Group building to intimidate the suspects and make them submit to arrest.

As such, everyone's jaw dropped when they saw a blue outline around Draco's body, and right in front of him, the twenty or so fired rubber bullets were moving as if in slow motion, halted a few meters away from his body.

"What in the…" The SWAT team captain uttered with complete confusion.

Draco, still wearing a smile, grabbed one of the rubber bullets from its position and inspected it. "Non-lethal, huh? You still have some scruples, which is good. You are all good gentlemen who genuinely want to do the right thing, I like that."

Draco flicked his finger, causing the rubber bullet to launch out like a bolt from a cannon, striking one of the crouched SWAT team members and causing his entire upper torso to disappear.

"However, I told you, I am in a bad mood. I don't care if you are good or even saintly, if you piss me off, you will suffer." Draco continued as his eyes flashed with extreme disdain, his head slightly raised as he looked down on the crowd before him.

The crowd was thoroughly stunned, and the SWAT team members simply stared at the half-destroyed corpse of their fellow colleague, which was releasing smoke, their eyes widened. Despite this, it was the SWAT team captain who came to first, and his eyes became bloodshot as he lifted his own gun right away.

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"Switch to live rounds and fire!" He roared as he opened fire himself, his men following suit with looks of anger and hatred in their eyes.

The watching crowd screamed and began to flee, lest they inadvertently become an accident and be hit by a stray bullet. The shots poured out from the assault rifles like pelting rain, each carrying enough force to rip apart the human body countless times over.

"I guess the demonstration of my power was not enough." Draco said coldly as he stopped the bullets before him as easily as before, even having time to take a single step forward.

"Just as well then, I will wash the streets with blood today."

Saying this, he disappeared from the sight of those firing upon him, and when they lifted their eyes to look around, they found that he was beside one of the armored cars. Digging his hands in, Draco grabbed the armored car like it was a tow truck and swung it to the side, smashing 5 of the SWAT team members into meat paste and sending them flying.

The rest continued to fire at him now with renewed vigor, their hearts pounding as what they were witnessing was beyond their cognition. They simply could not understand nor reconcile how a simple mission to arrest some young gamers who evaded tax could turn out like this.

Draco ignored the bullets and walked forward casually, swinging the armored truck like a bat and smashing those shooting at him into pieces. By the time he had taken five steps, only the captain was left, and he stood before Draco with a trembling body.

"Marcus, Kevin, James… the boys… you motherfucking monster, they had families! They had wives and children! How could you kill them for such a stupid reason?!" The SWAT team captain roared with hatred, pressing the trigger rapidly but hearing a helpless 'clicking' sound since the magazine was empty.

Draco shrugged carelessly. "Best I can do for them is send them to heaven instead of hell."

The SWAT team captain threw his gun to the side and took out his tactical knife, charging at Draco with a murderous glance. "You think that's funny? Who cares about your idea of heaven and hell?! You can't decide anything!"

Draco casually blocked a knife slice with his forearm, smiling strangely. "On the contrary, you have no idea how much of a favor I'm doing them. You, on the other hand…"

"HHHARRGHH!!!" The fellow roared continually as he slashed with all kinds of angles, only to be blocked by Draco using a finger or his forearm.

To the shock of the SWAT team captain, his incredibly sharp knife did not even leave a mark on Draco, and the sound it made upon hitting him was a dull thud. Draco, who soon got bored of this, raised his right hand and flicked the forehead of the SWAT team captain, which exploded his cranium and sent his brain matter splashing all over the nearest armored car.

"Ah, ah, ah, after all of that, how dare you try to run? Off to hell you go." Draco's body released a dark aura as a black tendril seemed to grab something in the air, which revealed itself to be the 'ghost' of the SWAT team captain.

The captain was no longer as brave as before, his eyes filled with fear as he realized he was dealing with something far worse than a superhuman. No matter how he begged and pleaded, he was dragged by the tendril into a round portal that radiated endless hellfire, in which countless ugly little imp demons stretched out their hands to grab at him.

While Draco was distracted, more cars began to pull up as normal police, along with more SWAT team warriors, arrived on the scene, with two police helicopters flying in the air. He ignored the hellbound soul and looked up with a smirk, eyes narrowing as he considered the scale and purpose of his next actions.

He glanced toward the door of the Purgatory Group building and pointed to one of the working staff.

"Awaken the following people and have them come down to join me: Nicholas Spencley, Richard Hertz, Connor Baines, Luke Reyson, and Austin Wu." Draco instructed with a smile, making sure that the person went to fulfill his requirement before focusing on the problem before him.

"Sir, put your hands in the air and lay down!" Another person shouted through a speakerphone, still trying to get Draco to resolve things peacefully.

However, looking at the slew of SWAT team members holding serious weapons, with two even holding javelins, it was clear that things would not be simple at all. If Draco dared to make one wrong move, he and this entire street would be turned into smithereens.

"No, I don't think I will. In fact, why don't you come down for me?" Draco said casually, and he beckoned toward the two helicopters.

The two helicopters were unaware of what he meant and were about to circle in closer when two shadowy tendrils shot out from the ground and grabbed their rails, dragging them down to the street with great force. Those on the ground only had a split second to look up before they saw the two flying vehicles crashing down on their positions.

One group was smashed to death by the bodies of the helicopters, while another portion was torn to shreds by the spinning rotors. The few who survived and were scared out of their wits were left with no other way to survive as the two machines blew up, engulfing them in flames and agony.

Draco brushed his shoulder due to the flung debris from the explosion. He turned his head to the right to see the five men he summoned coming out of the Purgatory Group building one by one with slightly confused and slightly interested expressions.

"It's good you're here. Before we continue, let's make sure to shore up our defenses." Draco remarked as he waved a hand and put the entire Purgatory Group building into a sub-space. This meant that the building was still visible, but it could not be touched by anything from normal space.

Draco folded his arms. "Now we don't have to worry about someone trying to attack our base in order to threaten us."

Misery was clothed in a yellow Hawaiian beach shirt, blue swimming shorts, and a pair of beach sandals. He looked completely sleazy and unserious, especially with an ancient-looking flask in hand.

Draco paused and raised an eyebrow. "You actually manifested your Divine Flask in reality? I don't even want to know how much that cost you."

"An arm and a leg. But it was worth it." Misery replied simply, scratching his head.

AP Berzerker snatched Misery's flask and threw it to the ground before stomping on it maliciously. The fellow was wearing a turtleneck dark blue sweater with long sleeves that highlighted his muscular upper body, along with some casual dark blue pants and work boots.

"Hahaha, I stepped on your shitty flask, bitch. What are you going to do?" AP Berzerker asked with a look of sadistic enjoyment in his eyes.

Misery shrugged. "Nothing… because that isn't a flask; it's a bomb."

"Huh?" was all AP had time to say before the flask lit up in a resplendent light, exploding majestically and sending AP flying toward a nearby building and crashing deeply into it.

Shadowheart nodded with admiration. "Exemplary application of camouflaging magic. What level of spell is this in your categorization?"

Misery manifested his real flask and took a swig. "Basic First Order magic. Even a rat wouldn't fall for it, but then again, AP isn't known for his brightness."

Luke hesitated because he wanted to point out that Misery was not known for his IQ either but felt it was better to remain silent.

Shadowheart wore a casual tuxedo while still holding his Ouroboros staff, looking every bit like the leader of an evil force belonging to the 'last boss.' He nodded to Draco and inquired about their purpose.

"Killing. We are going to kill everything in our way until we get to the IRS building and demolish it," Draco explained simply.

Luke smoothed his brown hair and smiled. "Sounds like fun, I'm in."

He decided to wear his trademark greenish-purple pirate trench coat and swashbuckling linens underneath. On his head was his captain's hat, replete with a feather within.

"You don't know how much I am grateful for this opportunity, Draco," Austin Wu said with emotion, thinking about the scores of blood he would be able to harvest today.

Austin was dressed in casual wear, a black t-shirt over his strong upper torso and black trousers along with black boots. His eyes were almost welling up with tears because Draco could not have possibly uttered a set of words more perfect than he just did.

AP, who was incapacitated, broke out of his confines and placed a hand over Misery's shoulder with a wide grin.

"Killing? I love killing! Who are we killing? Can we kill more? Can we kill all?"