Last Ruler Of The Empty Throne-Chapter 53: The 11 heads

"Huff... huff..."

"Argh..."

"My arm..."

Of the twenty-something people who had gathered to surround the girls, after Cynthia unleashed her small tornado, she managed to wipe out six of them, while two more had already lost a limb.

But not everyone fell victim to the attack. The overall lord was actually in the First Realm, along with two others, so those three were able to cover the rest to avoid further damage.

"So, you two are, you hid your powers, but how?" the overall leader kept muttering to himself, walking through the dust and dirt that was settling. His face was still calm even after this sudden realization.

By now, alarms had been rung, and other Evolvers and policemen armed with weapons were already arriving at the scene.

Jenny, Cynthia, and Laura narrowed their eyes at this point. They couldn’t attack aimlessly anymore.

They didn’t want to kill innocent people who were merely doing their jobs. And it wasn’t that they couldn’t navigate their skills, but they would have to send out attacks that didn’t cause too much damage. And to hurt these three First Realms, they would need to be at full power.

"Ah, I see, so you can’t attack them," the overall leader finally emerged from the rubble, grinning as though happy to use it against them.

"Do you know what you’re doing?" Jenny asked. She knew she was helpless against the innocents, but there was someone who wasn’t. And before it all descended on them, she wanted to be sure whether this man knew what he was doing.

"How wouldn’t I know what I’m doing? If you had just obeyed earlier, you—" His words suddenly got stuck as he felt a heavy aura and a large amount of bloodlust wash over him.

WHAAAM

"Urgh..."

"Ah..."

"M-My body..."

Suddenly, those Evolvers and policemen who had looked menacing began to break down in cold sweat, continuously coughing up blood. Many of them collapsed and fainted, unable to handle the situation.

But as everyone else felt heaviness, the three girls felt warmth. And Jon suddenly appeared before them, his back facing them.

"Ah," Cynthia gasped, staring at Jon’s back.

She had been planning to end this by herself. After all, it was one of the reasons she decided to get stronger. But seeing him almost made her not worry.

But once again, her traits wouldn’t let her wallow and depend on someone. She hadn’t left its influence yet. As for Jenny, she knew Jon would come immediately after Cynthia blew up the walls to get them out, and strangely, she also predicted he would freeze all of them again.

’Does he have a thing with freezing people?’ Jenny was thinking, but didn’t wallow for too long. The situation now was important.

"The nerve, the audacity, THE BALLS!" Jon shouted. He was very furious. This experience was enough to trigger memories from his past. Though his mind had evolved and he was stronger, the pain of past losses still lingered. He had even gotten a trait as a result. It was something he didn’t want to experience again.

’What? M-My body won’t move,’ the overall leader thought, horrified.

’Why wouldn’t it move? Is it him?’ He could see Jon straight ahead since that was how he was frozen. And since Jon was the only newcomer, ’Did he hide his skills too...’ Sweat involuntarily dripped off him.

From what he was seeing, it wasn’t only he that stopped moving, everyone was also affected by Jon’s skill.

Rather, he made it affect everyone. He didn’t want any movement at this point.

"All of you are dying today," Jon declared, then shouted, "COME HERE NOW," looking toward the leaders’ mansions. It was obvious who he was calling at this point.

Due to the commotion, the other leaders had been watching the scene unfold from their mansions. So, when they saw the overall leader put in a situation where he couldn’t move, they paled.

And to their greatest horror, Jon—the person who put their head in that situation—was calling them too. Not wanting to dare what the young man could do, they rushed outside.

"I SAID ALL OF YOU—I MEANT EVERY ONE OF YOU!"

Then was the message well received.

Within minutes, the area was filled with people: maids, chefs, family members of the leaders, even the old blacksmith.

Using his telekinesis, Jon pulled the shivering leaders from the crowd and brought them forward. At this point, they didn’t look like the overbearing and ignorant leaders they were a few hours ago. They were now shivering and shaking, sweating buckets under the cool atmosphere.

But Jon didn’t care about all that. He didn’t even care about the fact that one of them wanted him. He was here for a separate matter.

"I’ll show you what it means to mess with me," he said with a fiendish glare. He reached the overall leader first, grabbing him by his hair. Jon intended for them to die in the most humiliating way possible.

Using his aura, he tore the man’s clothes to shreds, rendering him unable to move. His body now lay bare for all to see—but that was only just the beginning.

SLASH

"ARGHHHH!" The overall leader’s piercing scream resounded as blood pooled on the ground. Turning their gazes to where he was cut, it was where his manhood had once been.

"Ahhhh..." The passersby who just wanted to see the situation fainted on the spot. What even made it worse was the fact that they still couldn’t move and were all forced to stay.

It was terrifying just watching. This was the man who had ruled by force—the one who had begun the tradition of abusing young people—and now he was being brought down like this.

Jon’s black rod transformed into a dagger, and he dug out one of the man’s eyeballs.

"ARGH—"

The man couldn’t finish his scream before Jon shoved the eyeball into his mouth, forcing him to bite down on it. Then, using telekinesis, Jon began stretching his body apart.

POP... POP...

Just as the bones were about to snap, Jon let him fall.

At this point, half the audience was no longer standing. The torture was just that much, and Jon was taking his time for each process. He didn’t rush it.

And for the final blow, he went behind the man, carved out his ribs, removed his lungs from them, and placed them over his shoulders.

At this point, the overall leader had died in regret, unable to bear the agony and pain.

Surprisingly, his final thought echoed the question Jenny had asked: Are you sure you know what you’re doing? And his answer in the end, before he died, was no. He didn’t.

After he died, Jon mutilated his corpse further and then turned to the remaining leaders. "Next."

More spectators just kept fainting with foaming mouths. The brutality even made Cynthia turn her head away. If anything, Cynthia was the toughest among them, so for her to turn her head away—it was just that horrible.

The girls could not forgive these men for trying to force them into submission, but they wondered if this punishment was perhaps too severe.

"U-Um—" Jenny was about to call out to Jon when Laura stopped her, shaking her head.

"Imagine if we were weaker than we are," Laura whispered. Jenny’s face paled. She had thought about it, but—

"No buts, Jenny. This is why we pushed ourselves beyond our limits. And besides, he’s doing it for us. This is the least we can do." Cynthia steeled herself, now watching Jon torture the second person. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"You have to get used to it," she said firmly.

And Jenny looked back at the scene. Surprisingly, Laura seemed to be taking it better than the rest.

Perhaps she felt it was justified, or maybe she had some time to think about what the overall head had previously said.

And her eyes were now darting around as if searching for someone.

Suddenly—

CRACKLE...

BRZZT

"ARGH!" A piercing scream came from one of the shocked onlookers as Laura was struck with a lightning bolt, carefully controlled so as not to be fatal.

"Found you, bitch," Laura muttered as she moved toward the woman who had let out the scream.

Due to the now charred form she was in, she was quite unrecognizable—but she was the woman who led them into this trap.

Laura lifted the charred woman by her hair, who groaned in pain. "So, how did it all turn out, you bitch?" she snarled.

However, the woman couldn’t answer; she just kept grunting from the pain.

Laura simply took out her dagger and stabbed her in the stomach.

PTUU

"Argh," the woman whimpered, blood pouring between her fingers. And soon enough, her body went limp. Laura knew she could have tortured her, but she had done what she felt necessary.

Now, in front of Jon lay 11 mangled bodies, brutally tortured and beyond recognition.

Then, in a state of mind he couldn’t have imagined himself in, if it wasn’t now, he transformed his rod into a dagger and stabbed the overall leader’s mangled forehead.

GASP...

Shocked expressions spread across the faces of onlookers, including Jon’s companions. Some of them already knew monsters had cores in their foreheads, but Jon was trying to check for one from a human.

"At least you have some use," Jon muttered, glancing at the leaders’ relatives and friends nearby.

"You didn’t offend me directly, but you also cannot be forgiven."

"Huh?"

"W-Wait, please!"

"We didn’t know anything!"

"Y-Yes, we—"

The people he had marked began to plead, realizing they couldn’t escape.

"You raped irrespective of age, committed despicable acts." He shook his head. He’d wanted to ignore what he’d seen, but the thought plagued him. If he sought revenge for those who wronged his loved ones, could he turn a blind eye to others’ suffering?

Did they not also have loved ones who grieved for them?

These thoughts drove him to act. "You die."

SHING

Before they could respond, Jon was already behind them. In a swift motion:

THUD... THUD... THUD... THUD

About 50 heads fell simultaneously. With that, he retracted his aura and stopped his skill.

With a deep sigh, he turned around to the girls and said, "Are you alright?"

That night, he got his first alias.