Supremacy Games

1429 The Negativity Fuelers.

"Please."

The Maid gestured with her hand politely the moment they had arrived in front of a closed-shut red wooden door...Then, she took her leave.

Knock Knock!

Boss Alves knocked twice and opened the door gently before asking for permission. "May I come in?"

"Enter."

Boss Alves went forward and closed the door behind him. He looked in front and greeted, "I am grateful for the invitation, Duke."

Duke Humphrey made an acknowledgment noise as he sat at his desk, his tall, imposing figure silhouetted against the vast window that framed the skyline of Astralis city.

With his back to the entrance, he seemed engrossed in the world outside, his silver-streaked hair catching the room's ambient light.

The meticulous arrangement of his office, from the aged tomes to the ornate artifacts, reflected a man of order and discipline.

Yet, there was an air of contemplation about him, as if the weight of the city's matters pressed heavily on his shoulders.

With how Karra described her abuse, no one would ever paint the image of a villain capable of such a heinous crime on this dignified elder.

"Sit." He ordered, turning his chair slowly to face Boss Alves.

Boss Alves sat down in front of him and remained silent, his heartbeats increasing in speed, but his expression remained unfazed.

"First, how are you treating my previous servant's dilemma? Is she on the streets?" Duke Humphry asked.

"As I have told you before, I have already blacklisted her master, which made her stay on the streets for a couple of weeks." Boss Alves shook his head, "Unfortunately, my plan was foiled with that Lunatic detective Sanae's intervention. She has hired the boy and allowed him to stay in her place with his servants."

"In conclusion, she isn't on the street and nowhere near getting kicked out, correct?" Duke Humphrey narrowed his eyes.

care about the excuses brought out

handling it at the moment, investing the best

work even harder on it, this issue involves you as much as it involves

mean?" Boss Alves suddenly felt a chill course on his spine after asking the question, already knowing that the answer was bound to ruin

wrong

Fueler. She had seen too much and knows

he is attempting to kick her out of the plane!' Boss Alves sucked a deep breath in

to focus on a little servant this hard,

impossible! Negativity Fuelers never survive the process and always end up wishing to be

this since he had overseen a negative energy harvesting

was still vivid to this

***

Three Decades Ago...

a raised platform, overlooking the dimly lit, vast chamber

were bound, their once vibrant auras now dulled to a

surrounded each spirit, with thin tendrils drawing out wisps of dark, smoky energy

harrowing cries and wails of these spirits as they underwent unbearable pain and

be trapped in horrific mental simulations, their expressions reflecting their unspeakable

the horror

he continued hearing those harrowing wails, making him

wanted to know where we get our negative energy to create fallen specters, this

as ever like the pitiful screams of the spirits

those are

wrong? I have given them a written contract explaining clearly that their stay under me wasn't going to be a pleasant experience in the slightest and law enforcers wouldn't be involved. Yet, more and more servants

not my fault that their greed for Lumus outweighed their sense of

with a straight face, he

were condemning Duke's reasoning, but on the exterior, he was nodding

poor servants believed that the moment they work under an Ethereal Elder, their lives would be set and they could even become golden spirits in

them were willing to suffer some pain under him, thinking that it would be

him if they had any

them assumed that it would be surviving some of his angry rants or beatdowns, something many

not this...Not this at