Landlord World - Start with SSS talent-Chapter 91: Malrik and Zhisse

Watching Adrian die, Austin felt neither regret nor worry.

After all, this place was completely isolated, devoid of laws or police. Even if he killed someone, there would be no punishment.

This place was like a jungle—those who were weak would be the first to perish.

Though his anger had somewhat subsided, an unbearable discomfort still lingered within him.

Surrounded by a sea of flames, he remained unperturbed. He could leave this place safely if he mounted the Magma Lizard.

But… he didn’t want to leave like this. Doing so would mean admitting defeat to that bastard Noan.

If that happened, how could he ever hold his head high again? How could he claim the throne of this place?

"Noan! Get out here!" Austin bellowed in fury, his eyes blazing red as if they were about to spew fire.

"Oy! Calling my master’s name like that is extremely rude, you know?"

Suddenly, a strange voice echoed through the air.

It sounded like multiple people speaking at once, their voices distorted through an old cassette player, then twisted into something nightmarishly eerie.

Austin’s gaze darted around, searching for the voice’s owner, but it felt like it had been spoken directly into his mind.

"Kekekeke… Foolish human, when you dared to stand against my master, your fate was already sealed."

The voice rang out again.

At that instant, the scattered embers on the ground suddenly converged, forming a bizarre magical circle.

Austin flinched at the sight, instinctively taking cover behind the Magma Lizard while keeping his eyes locked on the fiery formation before him.

Then, without warning, the flames composing the magic circle turned an eerie shade of blue.

Even though it was broad daylight, and the surrounding blaze only made this place brighter than the rest, an oppressive darkness began to creep in.

Indeed, the flames surrounding this area continued to burn, even showing signs of spreading deeper into the forest opposite.

Yet, in this one place, the space grew eerie and dark, making the blue flames appear even more bizarre and shrouded in mystery.

"Who’s there!?" Austin’s voice trembled slightly.

Even though he had a D-Peak Rank 2 hero by his side—his greatest pride and the very thing he relied on to rule this region—upon hearing the strange voice and witnessing the eerie blue flames, fear seized him instantly.

However, he refused to let his opponent know he was afraid, so he forced himself to shout.

"Come out! Stop acting so mysterious!" Austin bellowed. "Do you think this will scare me?"

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"You’re wrong! Here, my monster is the strongest! You’re hiding in your domain like a turtle, relying on a few magical artifacts to shield yourself!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind arose.

Austin should have felt nothing but warmth in a space brimming with fire and heat. Yet, at this moment, he felt cold—bone-chillingly cold.

A coldness seemed to seep into his very being, freezing even his soul.

The flaming magic circle abruptly flared up, the fire soaring higher than half a meter. Yet, rather than emanating heat, it made Austin feel even colder.

"Kekekeke… Foolish human, do you think your arrogant words will anger my master?"

That eerie voice rang out once more.

Then, a shadow emerged from within the ring of fire, gradually coalescing into a figure.

Standing nearly two meters tall, it was draped in a black cloak, yet its head was fully exposed—a bare skull.

A black skull.

And within its hollow eye sockets, two blue flames flickered ominously.

Even though it had no skin or flesh, Austin could tell—the creature was smiling.

"My master is the supreme existence. No one is allowed to insult him."

The skeleton’s voice was chilling.

"You have mocked my master too many times. It seems I should burn you with the flames of the underworld or drown you in a sea of blood so that you may suffer eternal torment."

"Tsk! No matter what I do, it won’t satisfy my distaste for you."

"Foolish human, in the name of darkness and evil, I… will drown you in despair and agony."

The second Zhisse could only sigh and press a hand to their forehead upon witnessing the scene.

Malrik was exceptional in many ways—his power was terrifying, his identity shrouded in mystery—but he talked far too much.

Suddenly, the second Zhisse sensed what the other Zhisse was about to do, and a wave of shock and fear surged through their mind.

’No! You mustn’t do that!’

But, of course, the other Zhisse did not heed the warning. Without hesitation, it leaped down from the high branch.

Its body rapidly expanded as it descended, transforming into a massive spider. When it landed behind Malrik, it stood over two meters tall.

Krit! Krit! Krit!

Zhisse let out a sound, dark and menacing, filled with terrifying killing intent.

Austin recoiled at the sight of Zhisse and Malrik standing amid the blue flames. Even with the Magma Lizard still beside him, a deep and primal fear gripped him.

A talking skeleton resembling the Grim Reaper.

A monstrous spider.

Both of them seemed like creatures dragged straight from the depths of hell.

Austin trembled, his voice frantic as he barked a command to the Magma Lizard.

"Attack! Kill them for me! Kill them!"

But even the Magma Lizard shuddered, fear seeping into its very being. It was an instinctual terror—its soul itself was trembling.

Still, when it heard Austin’s command, it immediately obeyed, opening its maw, preparing to spew molten lava—

—but before it could, countless silk threads shot forth.

The threads, unaffected by the flames, remained unscathed despite the Magma Lizard’s burning heat. They wrapped around its four legs and its mouth with unnatural ease.

Everything happened in an instant.

Austin barely had time to register the flashes of movement before his mighty Magma Lizard was completely cocooned, bound tightly in silk, leaving only its head exposed.

Its mouth was sealed shut, preventing it from unleashing its deadly lava.

No matter how violently it struggled, the Magma Lizard could not escape the threads ensnaring it.

Kekekeke…

Krit! Krit! Krit!

The eerie laughter of Malrik intertwined with Zhisse’s piercing cries, blending seamlessly with the sinister sea of flames surrounding them.

Austin’s fear deepened.

These two dark entities were about to tear him apart, limb by limb.

"You… what do you want? I… I am—Ack!"

Before Austin could finish his sentence, countless silk threads instantly bound him.

Malrik observed the scene and spoke in an indifferent tone.

"Don’t kill him. The master still wants him alive."

Krit! Krit! Krit!

At that moment, Malrik suddenly pulled out a thick black tome, raising it effortlessly with one hand.

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The book opened independently, its pages flipping rapidly until stopping at a particular section.

Immediately, the surrounding flames transformed into light streams, flowing directly into the book’s pages.

Within minutes, the infernal blaze that had engulfed the entire area vanished completely, leaving behind only piles of ashes and charred, unrecognizable corpses.

Malrik snapped the book shut and waved his hand. A gust of wind surged outward, sweeping through the desolate land. The burned remains, reduced to brittle cinders, scattered into dust, disappearing entirely.

"Kekekeke… The surroundings must be kept clean. Otherwise, it will affect the master’s mood."

"Tsk! At the very least, you should plant some grass or trees. Otherwise, this place will look like a barren wasteland."

"Ah! A wasteland? If the master wills it, I could turn this place into a true domain of death."

"Kekekeke… The Kingdom of Death—sounds rather grand, doesn’t it?"

Krit! Krit! Krit!