Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 52 The Arrival

“Believe it or not, I’ve decided to enter the Duel Tournament in seven days. If I win first place and gain the approval of the God Armament, even someone as stubborn as you will have no choice but to submit to me. You can either disband on the spot, join another mercenary group, or submit to the God Armament. There’s really no other option,” Isabelle confidently declared.

The God Armament will not tolerate small, unregulated mercenary groups.

White Owl looked at the arrogant and overbearing Isabelle and said, “If you can defeat me in the Duel Tournament, I, White Owl, will be the first to acknowledge you.”

Isabelle and White Owl set out on joint missions in the following days.

Their Blackwater Mercenary Group had been suppressed by Melfrey’s entire community for the past year to the point where everyone bullied them. Even stray dogs on the street would trample them.

During their missions, they often encountered malicious obstruction and faced robbery from various forces.

Completing even one mission smoothly out of the five was considered lucky, and even then, they would not come out unscathed.

Their missions in the past few days were no exception, as they were still filled with difficulties.

But this time, they had someone like Isabelle on their side, which made all the difference.

When Isabelle smashed her staff, shattering the boss’s kneecap, White Owl realized he had no chance in the Duel Tournament.

He knew he couldn’t stand up against Isabelle’s skills, which were on par with their boss’s.

Struggling to get up from the ground, he dragged his injured body to check on Jack, who was severely injured not far away.

The group had barely defeated the Hurricane Mercenary Corps earlier that day, but the villains were back for revenge.

The boss of the Hurricane Mercenary Corps had humiliated the Blackwater Mercenary Group, making them terrified of the ruthless group.

When news of their boss’s death spread, the Hurricane Mercenary Corps wasted no time launching their attack.

They were known for their strong retaliation; sure enough, they had gathered their troops and returned in less than half a day.

Luckily, Isabelle was present to help.

“The leader of the Blackwater Mercenary Group has already passed away, haven’t they? I’m not familiar with you,” said the mercenary boss, clutching his shattered kneecap and attempting to crawl away. He gazed at the girl with a face full of terror, as if he had seen a ghost.

Looking around, he saw his skilled subordinates lying on the ground.

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the ground, “Don’t come looking

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why bother joining them? Why not consider joining our Hurricane Mercenary Group? Our leader appreciates talent the most, and I believe he will treat you well.” As Isabelle walked

and slightly turned her body to look at him. “Say one more word, and

the

and the God Armament won’t even

felt a lump form in his throat. In a flash, he recalled the legendary No Name, the former

returned to his senses, his

“Get out.”

Corps left, the surroundings returned

her injured subordinates and joked, “Your boss wasn’t very kind. She created a bunch of enemies for you and then

After these past few days, they had little objection

at first, was among those who changed their minds.

noting that Jack was not included in this group.

disrespect our boss again, and I’ll

him,” White

Group knew Jack’s unwavering loyalty towards their boss. He was known to be

his wrath.

put up with her because of her half–truth, half–liet statement: “Your boss trusted

on the shoulder. “Let’s take a break

and offered her a can of

it and opened it.

taste for the good stuff when it came to alcohol. She

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himself in a low voice. “At first, our Blackwater Mercenary Group was just another face in the crowd.

a name to be reckoned with throughout Melfrey. No one dared to challenge us except for our boss. She had the guts to take on the

and longing as he spoke about their former glory. He admired

how many people the other mercenary groups had compared to us? At least five thousand. We had less

the Blackwater Mercenary

at

were scurrying like rats across the street, trapped in their

truly believe what you

had been listening quietly, but

and said, “Because you bear a striking

fixed on her, and asked, “Who are you? Why do your actions

jokingly

and their boss