Limitless Summoner: Rise of the Soul God-Chapter 98: Who did it?

Bilat jolted upright, his chair scraping against the polished marble floor. His heart pounded in his chest as the system messages flooded his interface.

"What the—?"

His eyes rapidly scanned the glowing red text.

[Ding! Core energy at dangerously low level]

[Ding! Core energy at a critical level]

Bilat’s fingers twitched. Critical level? What the hell was happening here? Why was the city core energy getting drained so fast? This shouldn’t be happening. But he did not have the time right now to think clearly. This was an emergency.

He opened his system interface and then his personal inventory space. Inside his inventory, there were dozens and dozens of mana cores the size of a fist.

These were not the typical mana cores. They were high-grade mana cores from beast kings, the kind that were only available to the esteemed rank c kingdom mages.

Bilat wasted no time. His fingers danced across his interface, selecting the largest of the high-grade mana cores from his inventory. He grabbed one, a deep violet stone pulsating with raw energy, and immediately channeled its power into the city’s core.

A gust of invisible force rippled through the room as the mana core disintegrated, its energy siphoned away at an alarming rate.

[Ding! High-grade Mana Core absorbed.]

[Ding! Core energy restored by 5%]

Bilat’s eyes narrowed. Only 5%? That was nowhere near what it should have been. A core of this quality should have stabilized the city for at least a month, yet the drain was still ongoing.

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed another core. Then another. And another.

[Ding! High-grade Mana Core absorbed.]

[Ding! Core energy restored by 4%]

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[Ding! Core energy restored by 3%]

Each core restored less than the last. The rate of decline was accelerating.

Bilat’s pulse quickened. Something was actively draining the city core faster than it could regenerate. But what could—?

Bilat then remembered. Fuck! He was screwed. It was those damn rats, wasn’t it? He did one thing out of the book and he was instantly getting screwed over for that. Who the hell touched those damned rats?!

Bilat slammed his hands onto the desk, his mind racing as realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. If he did not do something fast enough then everything would go downhill very fast.

Even if he fed this core all of his high-grade mana cores, it still wouldn’t be enough and his shit would be exposed for everyone to see. No that was not going to happen. Not today.

He instantly closed the city’s core system interface and opened another one. This was the page that controlled where all the city’s core energy was being diverted. This page was a carefully crafted one making sure there was no wastage anywhere and the city was a well-oiled machine.

The orders for running this core came from the Kingdom directly. That was until he added a new pipeline to the core recently. He had no other choice. He had to. The handsome reward he had received for the core didn’t hurt either.

It only needed to be active for a couple more weeks and everything would have ended smoothly. But as luck would have it, shit hit the fan already. Somebody tampered with the spell and now an endless amount of rat horde was draining his city’s core energy.

"Ah, shit. I am going to kill whoever is responsible for this." Without hesitation, Bilat severed the newly added energy pipeline from the core.

The next second the city’s energy structure stabilized and the city’s main core maintained a steady energy. He tossed in a couple more high-grade mana cores just to be safe. But overall everything returned to normalcy.

Bilat let out a sigh of relief. He clapped his hands loudly and an attendant came running. "Go tell my General to fetch the bastards who are killing all those rats in the Buka village."

"My lord?" The attendant was confused.

"What?" Bilat barked at the guy. "You heard me. Go and bring them right here. Right this second. If they ask why, tell them that the city lord wants to reward them personally for their meritorious contribution. Also, send that bastard Hansen inside."

The attendant rushed out and soon after that another man rushed inside.

Bilat’s face turned unsightly as soon as he saw him. "Hansen? What the hell are you doing? Did I not order you to keep an eye on the Buka village? No one was to touch those rats. No one! What the hell is going on?! Go out there right now and put an end to this. Do you not know what’s at stake? Do you not know what those people would do to us if their plan doesn’t go smoothly? Do I have to remind you?"

The man’s voice thundered across the chamber, his anger palpable. Hansen swallowed hard and straightened his posture. His expression, usually indifferent, now carried a sheen of sweat.

"My lord," Hansen started cautiously, his voice steady despite the rising tension in the room. "I have already spread the word in the city. No one is to go to Buka village."

"Those villagers have been whining about their deads for days now. No one went for their request until today. Some adventurer must have taken on the job independently," Hansen explained, carefully choosing his words.

Bilat gritted his teeth. "And you just let it happen?!" He slammed his fist against his desk, his face turning red with frustration. "Do you understand how delicate this entire operation was?!"

Hansen lowered his gaze slightly. "I— We didn’t anticipate this, my lord. No one thought—"

"I don’t pay you to think, Hansen!" Bilat snapped. He took a deep breath, rubbing his temples before his mind went into full panic mode.

"Do we at least know who it is? The adventurer? Go bring him to me and for heaven’s sake, stand guard outside Buka village and make sure no one steps inside that tunnel. If you want to live, you will do this quietly and quickly, without drawing any more attention to this mess," Bilat hissed, his voice sharp as a blade.

Hansen bowed stiffly before turning on his heel and marching out of the chamber. He knew better than to argue with the city lord when he was in this state.

Bilat sat back down in his chair, fingers drumming against the desk as his mind raced. Damn it all. He had carefully orchestrated everything to remain under the radar, but now some random adventurer had upended his entire plan. The rats were just the surface problem.

The real issue was what was beneath them.

If that person delved too deep, if he uncovered the truth, then Bilat’s head wouldn’t just be on the chopping block—it would be gone. The people who had arranged for this rat infestation weren’t the type to accept failure lightly.

His gut twisted at the thought.

He had to fix this now.

With a scowl, he opened his system interface again. If Hansen failed, if the Shadow Fangs failed, then Bilat would have no choice but to clean this up personally.

And if that meant killing this adventurer and everyone in that village along with him, then so be it.