"50 million Vyns!"
"60 million vyns!"
"80!"
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Back at the auction Arena, the rumbling and babblings of the many wealthy guests continuously drummed through everyone's ears.
The heat was on. And many dared not let their guard down, especially when trying to win locations for their business sites or projects.
The boisterous noises continued on with almost no one paying attention to the weakening guard at the corner.
The guard slumped and abruptly turned away from his position, dragging his now heavy body out of position.
His actions were so sudden that the guards standing next to him couldn't help looking at his disappearing silhouette in confusion.
What could be so important that this guy had to leave his duty post during a major bidding event?
Before they took their positions and lined up all across the hall, they had long taken bathroom breaks, food and anything else that would distract them from their duties.
They were tasked with standing guard during the event, keeping a close eye on any potential threats to the lives of these wealthy people.
They were never to leave until the auction was officially over. So where was this guy going? Didn't he know the rules?
And why hadn't their superiors within the main Security station alerted this guy via their mics to find out the situation?
In times like this, someone would comment with the leaving guard on the same mic frequency, allowing them to listen to whatever they said.
But seeing as no one said anything, it could only mean that those above approve of his abrupt exit.
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Bam!
The guard slouchy opened one of the black double-sided doors at the sides of the arena.
And the guards standing in that hallway didn't stop him since they received private messages from those above.
They were to act natural and let this guy pass.
They didn't know what the problem with this particular guard was. But listening to the orders from above, could it be that he was a wanted digestive on the run?
~Slump. Slump. Slump.
The guard walked swayed from left to right, right to left, and even rocked back and forth.
Hands on the hallway walls, breathing hard, the guard seemed to be going through the toughest time of his life.
Zoom!
His eyes glowed yellow as he struggled to maintain his scream.
WHAT HAPPENED?!!
If he were an angel, the pain he was now feeling would be akin to having an angel's divine wings ripped off.
~Grrraggggrrrr~
He bit his mouth so hard that green blood began oozing and dripping onto the floor drop by drop.
Turn to the left, turn to the right... He was trying his hardest to control his insides.
No. No. No!!
He was losing control of his body. And if he wasn't careful, he would start enlarging right here and now!
But how could he allow the humans on the door behind him to see his appearance now?
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The guard wouldn't dare to take that risk.
Look. It was fun and would make the meal delicious. But if he had to reveal himself while having no control over his body, then he definitely wouldn't be able to eat anything.
In short, it would all be for naught. So what was the point in that?
Moreover, he felt the connection between his Mantanoids was lost, so who was it?
Was there another demon that took care of them?
Demons were very territorial once they chose a spot of attack or prey. So could it be that go's mantanoids had tried preying on some already marked humans?
No! Impossible! They wouldn't be that foolish... Unless the demon that marked the prey was weaker and younger than them.
It could also be that the humans the enemy wanted weren't particularly marked yet... Meaning they probably just called dibs on the matter, knowing that no one would dare go against them.
So could that be it?
The guard never for once thought of the option of an exorcist being around.
What a joke!
This world had been here for millions and billions of years, with no single exorcist popping out throughout its history.
So now, you're going to tell it that an exorcist actually exists here?
Please!~~... Try some better lies.
To the guard, it should be another stronger underworld being that took out its mantanoids.
And when underworld beings kill another, the fallen one gets reborn back into the underworld babies, eggs or whatever form they could pop out as.
Dammit!
He was just 107 and had already lost his mantanoids. Now, his powers and unborn talents had dropped considerably.
In short, he could never become a great Manti, even if he reached the age of 300, which was when he could add other mantanoids.
Once he lost the ones he was born with, it was all over!
But that wasn't his main issue right now.
The enemy demon should still be around and would be coming back to him to finish him up.
His kind was just like that. Once they attack an enemy, even by accident, they would want to clear it all up from the roots to avoid revenge later on.
So unless he got out of here, his ass was toast!
But without control over his body and powers, he wouldn't be able to leave the building.
Now, his only bet was to find a secluded place and get a hold of his damn body!
And with all guards on duty, the staff bathrooms should be empty, right?
He didn't know who the other enemy was, but he was hoping that it wouldn't be a creature that was too powerful than himself.
At the moment, he couldn't smell any underworld essence around. But that didn't mean that he was safe. A stronger enemy meant that they had a stronger range of smell.
F***! He had to find a bathroom fast!
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~Din... Din... Din...
His footsteps continually grew heavier, and those in the Control room could only watch the event with Eagle-eyes.
"Sir! 2nd floor, 4 Hallway!"
"Sir! He's in the bathroom!"