Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic-Chapter 458

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?"I won't rest until I find the one responsible for Charlie's death," he declares to the moonlit shadows, his voice carrying the echoes of his determination.

As Tom steps onto the city streets, the nocturnal symphony of the forest gives way to the distant hum of the urban environment. The transition is stark, but his determination persists. His authoritative strides echo through the quiet streets as he organizes the police force under the shroud of night.

"Alright, listen up!" Tom's voice cuts through the stillness, rallying the officers around him. The dim glow of street lamps casts elongated shadows as he gives orders with the precision of a seasoned detective. "Half of you stay here. Patrol the area and keep an eye out for any suspicious activity. The rest, you're with me. We're paying a visit to Mike's place."

Tom's intention is clear — to lead a group of officers to investigate both Mike and Dracula, starting with Mike's house. The night air carries a sense of urgency as Tom advances his plan. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸𝘦𝒷𝑛𝘰𝑣𝘦𝘭.𝑐𝘰𝘮

The group of officers disperses, some blending into the shadows as silent sentinels, while others follow Tom through the labyrinthine streets. The city is bathed in the muted glow of moonlight.

As they make their way through the quiet streets, Tom's mind races with anticipation. "Mike's been acting strange lately. If there's something he's hiding, we're going to find out," he mutters under his breath, the words dissipating into the night air.

Before they can venture too far, the soft murmur of footsteps approaches from the shadows. Mike emerges, flanked by Nexus. The atmosphere crackles with tension as the trio faces each other under the muted glow of streetlights. Tom's sharp gaze fixes on Mike, searching for any hint of deception.

"Tom, what brings you here?" Mike's voice carries a calm demeanor, but the subtle tension in his stance doesn't go unnoticed. Nexus stands silent, observing the unfolding confrontation.

"I'm here for answers, Mike," Tom asserts, his tone unwavering.

Mike, genuinely caught off guard, stumbles for an explanation. "Answers? I'm not sure what you're talking about, Tom."

Breaking the moment of pause, Tom redirects his question, with frustration evident in his voice. "Why are you here, Mike? And with Nexus?"

Nexus explains, "We believe Dracula might be involved in everything going on in the city. The stone book, and the myth Mike told me about Necromancers—it all points to him." Tom's expression tightens as the puzzle pieces fall into place. He feels the sting of betrayal, not only from Dracula but from his own failure to see through the charade.

"Damn it!" Tom curses, the frustration bubbling to the surface. "I trusted Dracula. I thought he was helping us." His fists clench, symbolizing the frustration of a detective who has been played.

Mike, now grasping the gravity of the situation, tries to interject. "Tom, I can explain," he begins, but Tom cuts him off, his anger palpable. "Explain? You've also been lying to me this whole time!"

Nexus, caught in the crossfire, intervenes, "Tom, truly we don't know if Dracula is the killer, but we have evidence, and the Book of Stone, it's the same as the one I saw at Dracula's house. We need to confront him."

Tom, torn between loyalty and the bitter truth, demands, "Tell me the whole story, Mike. If there's any chance of clearing this up, it starts with you being honest with me." The tension in the air is palpable as the trio stands beneath the flickering streetlights, the city's silent backdrop amplifying their voices.

Mike, now composed, begins to reveal the tangled web of events. "Tom, Dracula has the book, but I don't know where he got it. It's an ancient alchemical text associated with turning people into creatures of the night."

Tom, not satisfied, presses further, "And why didn't you tell me this earlier, Mike?"

"Because I didn't know he had the book until Nexus told me about it" he replied with frustration in his voice.

The city, its buildings casting long shadows, seems to lean in as the trio stands under the muted illumination of the streetlights, each word and gesture a revelation of hidden truths.

Nexus sternly conveyed the gravity of the situation. "Capture Dracula before tomorrow, Tom."

Tom's eyes narrow as he processes the gravity of the situation. The city, oblivious to the imminent threat, remains cloaked in the calm of the night.

"Why the rush? What do you mean, 'before tomorrow'? What's happening tomorrow?" Tom inquired, his frustration evident, he was already having a hard time figuring out where Dracula could have run to in the forest.

Mike replied this time, with a very serious expression.

"Tomorrow night is the full moon. According to the myth, whoever wields the ultimate stone book on the night of the full moon gains the power to summon the darkest forces from hell. If Dracula has deciphered the book, he could unleash a zombie-

werewolf. We need to act swiftly."

"What are you talking about, Mike?" Tom demands with his frustration mounting.

Mike with his expression grave, elaborates on the imminent threat. "Tomorrow is the full moon, Tom. If Dracula has unlocked the stone book's power, he could summon forces from hell, unleashing a zombie-werewolf. We can't afford to let that happen."

Tom's face, shrouded in the shadows of the night, reflects a mix of determination and regret. "Why did I stop the pursuit?" his fist went through a nearby wall as he asked with rage in his voice. His decision to halt the pursuit of the murderer in the forest now weighs heavily on him.

Regret lingers in Tom's mind like a ghost of missed opportunities. The symphony of the night echoes with the haunting refrain of what could have been. The streets, dimly lit by flickering streetlights, bear witness to Tom's internal turmoil.

Driven by a sense of urgency and responsibility, Tom issues a command that reverberates through the police force. The city's law enforcers, mobilized under Tom's directive, embark on a carpet search for Dracula. Tom's voice, firm and resolute, cut through the night air, commanding the troops to scour every corner, leaving no stone unturned.

Tom, conjured a magical seal in his hand and speaks into the seal like radio with a sense of urgency, addressing the entire police force, "This is Tom. We need to find Dracula, and we need to find him now. The city is at stake. Mobilize every available unit. We're doing a carpet search. I want every inch of this city covered. No hiding spot should be left unchecked. Move out, and move fast!"

The seal vibrates when Tom finishes his command, signifying it has been delivered with acknowledgment as the police force receives Tom's command. Officers move swiftly, their footsteps echoing through the quiet streets. Tom, standing at the epicenter of the unfolding operation, watches as the city becomes a hive of organized activity.

As officers disperse into the night, Tom's mind races with the gravity of the situation. He regrets not pursuing the murderer earlier, and now, he's determined to rectify that mistake.

Through the seal, Tom continues to issue directives, "Check every alley, every abandoned building, every hall. We can't afford to miss anything."fre(e)webnov(l).com