1420 Gamble

Duke Kriad wasn't a man who gambled his future. But he wasn't an indecisive person either.

'The strongest Isadora could be is peak rank 9. But if she's still at that rank, it means something is wrong with her. On the other hand, Miss Calamity will definitely reach divine rank sooner or later.'

With Isadora's talent, unless something went very very wrong, she couldn't stay in peak rank 9 for so long. It didn't matter that even Empire geniuses spent around 2,000 years at that rank. The rules simply didn't apply to Isadora.

Exhaling a deep breath, the Duke's gaze towards Varian turned hostile.

The clone of Miss Calamity wasn't even looking at the duke. Staring down at Varian, she asked. "So what the hell happened to you? Who attacked you? Why? What's yur relationship with them?"

Varian remained silent. The interrogation would only lead to more questions and eventually expose his secrets.

'What should I do? Both of them are against me…I don't see a way of escape.'

As if the world heard his thoughts, a brilliant red curtain enveloped the area they were in, covering dozens of light years with ease.

"Excellent work so far, Kriad."

Having sealed the place, a platinum-blonde man appeared out of nowhere and stood near Kriad. The clone of Miss Calamity raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Kriad, however, didn't seem too surprised by the sudden appearance of his peer. Even though they were neighbors, they had good surveillance in each other's territories.

Turning to the brilliant woman in white, he said. "This young brat has offended us too much and we want nothing more than to see him twist in pain as death breezes past him.

But respecting your words, we will hand him over to you. But we wish to watch his execution or torture, whichever happens."

Varian was livid. No one would like being traded as a pig.

'I'll activate Hortus. There's a small chance of surviving but staying here, I have no chance at all.'

As he was about to follow through, Miss Calamity tilted her head. "But I didn't mean to kill or torture him. He's just slipping away from me everytime. That is all."

Varian's eyes widened in surprise while Kriad's face paled.

So he became the enemy of Isadora without becoming a friend of Miss Calamity.

Bad, no, a disastrous trade!

Corinthian also noticed his friend's dilemma and pointed to the red curtain barrier. "Don't worry too much. The moment the barrier activated, it's already breaking the signal between her and her main body. In other words, no one else would know what happens here other than those who get out of here alive."

Filled with killing intent, the intent of his words was clear.

The clone of Miss Calamity clicked her tongue and turned to Varian with embarrassment. She seemed to have realized that she put him in a spot without

intending to. "Hehehe, sorry about that~"

Looking at her awkward smile, Varian wanted to slap her face.

'You idiot! You have set me up to die and now you're apologizing with a sheepish smile?!'

"Don't worry, this is a clone I spent a long time creating. So, it has enough strength to take on these two for a while until my real body arrives." Miss Calamity assured him. "With the signal cut off in the middle, I would be rushing here sooner than later. So, just bear with me for a while and we can have a talk later."

With a flick of her wrist, a powerful force pushed Varian away from the trio, all the way to the edge of the curtain barrier.

Varian couldn't even react much less put up any resistance against the overwhelming yet harmless force.

'How close to death am I dancing?'

Before he knew it, his back was already drenched in his sweat and his mind was hyperactive.

None of the beings here here were as strong as Great Harvester but they weren't too far off.

"Buckle up."

"Die!"

A spear broke through the space in a blink and like a red line drawn across a black canvas, leaving a crimson trail, the weapon reached Varian in a blink.

Miss Calamity glared at Corinthian while she poured out the limited energy she had.

Waves after waves of glittering silver power appeared under Varian. And like waves that took a boat away from its destination, they rushed him away from the weapon.

And while the spear chased the man, the waves stood in the way, systematically slowing it down before eventually destroying it.

Varian was shielded from most of the spear's aura by the silvery waves and had to face only some remnants that managed to break in.

But just the rays of that aura poked holes in his body, like a paper drilled with thin needles. It was eerie, dangerous and quick.

The clone of Miss Calamity merely sighed in relief at his safety and attacked the dukes with full power.

She didn't want to give them any chance to attack Varian. These two bastards feared for their lives.

"You can still stop now. If you retreat, I'll treat that nothing has happened."

"Do you take us for fools?" Corinthian's arm was ripped off and quickly regenerated.

Attacking Miss Calamity was a suicide move. But since they openly showed their hostility toward Varian and she seemed to be on his side, they must not let the original Miss Calamity know.

As long as her clone gets killed, everthing could be managed.

But if she's left alone, once she secured Varian, Miss Calamity would definitely make them pay. Death might be the most desirable thing then.

So, Corinthian continued to attack decisively.

Even though she's not as strong as her main body, Miss Calamity was a formiable opponent nonethless.

The best they could do was kill her by joining hands.

But ending that boy?

It might be too late.

"Hey you rats! I noticed you! Kill that boy and you'll survive! Or you'll all die!"

Captain Jovian and his squad shuddered.