Meanwhile, the Crimson Scorpion was roaming the center of Jeju Island, heading north.
He searched the western, eastern, and southern sections of the island's center but found neither Experiment 000002546 from the D series nor any trace of its whereabouts.
His disappearance without a trace after killing Edward in front of the world in the second quarter of the first day of the exam had disturbed them.
The person in charge of the experiments and the mastermind behind the idea was constantly pressuring them to bring him in. After several failed attempts, they finally captured him in recent months to place a bondage seal on his heart, which had been nullified when Yuto removed his heart after possessing Yuta Cassiral's body.
This made them a little uneasy, as they didn't want to capture him to the point of openly kidnapping him.
The time to use him to strengthen themselves or the person in charge of the experiments, which had caused the deaths of billions of six-year-old children, had not yet come.
But knowing What they were doing and their level of power were crucial for Gai. Yuta Cassiral and his other half were growing stronger day by day.
This would make containing them extremely difficult for Gai, to the point that the Scorpion Organization's senior officers had to intervene.
Since Crimson Scorpion was the head of the mission fighting the students, the professors were responsible for monitoring them, especially those at the academy. They were to remain inactive for the time being until reinforcements arrived under the leadership of Supreme Council Commander No. 5, Scorpion Shadow and Light.
He had to check on the status of experiment number 000002546 from the D, 1.1, and 1.2 group, or, as some say, Yuta and his other half.
While he was on Jeju Island, this worried Gai, as his other half, according to information from a messenger, was a Holy Ruler and could use the Blessing Wing, which increased her power by two ranks.
This would put him in a difficult position if a fight broke out between them, as he was a higher Demon Ruler, and his other half, using the wing, would become stronger than him.
Moreover, Yuta's power level was unknown to them; he was The second half of Dory's life was under his watchful eye from the day she was born nine years ago.
She was under the control of a mastermind known as Scorpion, the Black and White Scorpion. Therefore, he wasn't worried about her escaping, as she was under his constant surveillance, 24/7.
But Yuta was different. After leaving the Caseral County mansion and killing its leader, Yamirzas Caseral,
the Caseral family became a Barony family a few months after the death of their leader.
That's why information about him stopped after that, making him an unknown threat to the Scorpion Organization.
An unknown enemy is a hundred times more dangerous than a known one. No matter how strong an enemy is, if you know who they are, you can find a way to stop them. But an unknown enemy is more difficult and more dangerous.
Brasmil's movements were quiet, but with some unease. He didn't like Scorpion, the Black and White Scorpion, even though he was one of the leaders of the Scorpion Organization's council.
He was a subordinate to the Scorpion Council leader, Shadow and Light, known as Scorpion 5, not Scorpion 3, the Black and White Scorpion.
Not The fact that he hates him stems from the fact that his followers are comfortable within an organization that conducts experiments on humans and other entities from this ordinary world and all other ordinary worlds.
Under favorable conditions with minimal risk, they observe the life of experiment number 000002546 from the D series, considered the jewel of the third council leader, Black and White Scorpion.
Brasmil paused, carefully surveying the world around him, then jumped to reveal a worm several meters long that had emerged from a desert-like dungeon.
It had been following him for some time, and he easily killed it before continuing on his way as if nothing had happened.
Being on Jeju Island, filled with dungeons of varying ranks, meant that a cautious approach could lead to certain death.
On Earth, it was a battleground where one could never weaken their defenses unless they wanted to die. If they did, they would die in a pitiful manner.
Monsters would kill you in a direct attack unless you were nothing but a pile of excrement.
On his journey to find experiment number 000002546 out of a total of D. He killed many monsters, students, and professors, killing 20 students and 6 professors, and finishing off 4 waves of monsters.
If he hadn't brought several high-level strengthening, recovery, and healing potions, he would have been in a precarious situation, awaiting his death at any second.
"It seems they are in the northern part of Jeju Island's center. I didn't find them anywhere in the eastern part."
"There's not much left to reach the northern part of Jeju Island. The vast plains are better than these steep slopes. I'm really annoyed."
"Even if he's one of the Council Leaders, can't he research his own experience? He's the only beneficiary, yet we kill our followers for him. What a pile of filth!" Brasmil spoke with annoyance as he remembered why he came here, but he didn't have the courage to say it to his face.
Even commoners insult the Emperor behind his back, so what do you think one of the leaders of an organization would do?
And since Jeju Island's center is divided into four sections, the northern part has a certain nature. The plains were vast and the land open.
To the east, however, were rugged slopes, posing ambushes. Therefore, caution and vigilance were essential for survival.
To the west, forests were dense, scattered across the landscape for kilometers. To the south, the terrain was frozen, making movement extremely difficult.
The fact that the region was both temperate and tropical, dry and cold, meant that those living within it could contract serious illnesses.
This troubled Bresmill. He had traversed all these regions and fought countless monsters in diverse and harsh environments.
Therefore, it was understandable that he disliked the leader of Council 3, the Black and White Scorpion.
Bresmill's eyes narrowed slightly as he remembered hearing that Reinhardt was coming, but he hadn't arrived yet, not even close. This contrasted sharply with the leader of Council 5, the Light and Dark Scorpion, who was near Jeju Island.
"How is that possible? The leader of Council 3 is weaker than Reinhardt de Molière. How can he arrive before him? Something is amiss. Is he doing this on purpose?" "Is Reinhardt late or what?"
He continued on his way, for he had no right to ask such questions, or he would meet his end and die without anyone knowing what had happened to him.
Sometimes silence, not asking questions, leaving the unknown unknown, was the best way to survive in this world.
In this world, or any world, knowledge grants power to those who rule, power that moves everything behind the scenes.
And knowledge of creatures untouched by this place of destiny, end, and annihilation. In the end, the wisest rules, not the strongest.
MehNo one is truly strong if they are foolish; they will fall easily because of their arrogance and pride.
Brasmil knew this well. Working within a dictatorial organization like the Scorpion Organization, he saw many people die because of their curiosity.
Among them were dear friends, all of whom were punished in the underworld for their actions.
Brasmil took a deep breath as he gazed at the vast plains to the north of Jeju Island.
The open terrain was suitable for direct attacks, and the likelihood of treacherous attacks was greatly reduced. However, this didn't mean things would go smoothly.
He had lost the element of surprise and the ability to evade the monsters that appeared in endless waves.
"Well, well, life doesn't give you everything. After all, just reaching this point on the vast plains alive is an achievement in itself," Barsmil said with relief as he continued searching for Experiment 000002546 of the D series.
Barsmil's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked towards a group of giant minators. Each of them was 6.45 meters tall.
A group of 12 adult Minotaurs were eating when he decided to ignore them and flee the area, not out of fear.
For him, fighting any monster he encountered was not the folly of fighting when necessary, but of escaping when the opportunity arose.
This had been Bresmill's lifelong principle: acting bravely and fighting with willpower and determination without a solid foundation was the way of thinking of fools.
Without a solid foundation and a high chance of victory over a fleeing enemy, finding a way to survive and preserve honor and reputation would not bring the dead back to life.
Bresmill created a rift in spacetime, forming a portal that transported him several meters away from them.
After exiting the portal, he felt a sense of relief as he looked down at a landscape littered with the corpses of monsters of various types and races.
They emerged from dungeons that exploded intermittently, a sign that Experiment 000002546 from the sum of D, 1.1, and 1.2 had been present.
He sensed his energy in the air and headed straight for the nearest corpse, which belonged to a giant bear the size of a four-wheel drive vehicle.
He touched the bear's wounds, which targeted vital areas, and fought with pinpoint accuracy. The bear's injuries weren't many—three superficial wounds, but they were a fight.
"There's still blood and a hot body. They're close by. Experiment number 000002546 from the sum of D, 1.1, and 1.2 was apparently here," Bresmil's voice was calm as he examined the bear's blood.
He stood up, trying to find their footprints, but he found none, which only increased his frustration.
He thought it was getting easier, but reality had other plans.
Bresmil continued on his way, grumbling slightly, then removed his cloak, revealing his face. He pulled a cigar from his dimensional space and smoked it, putting it in his mouth and lighting it with a fire element.
Bresmil took a drag, creating a cloud of He smoked a high-quality cigar, trying to clear his mind of the events that had unfolded in such a short time.
Twelve hours had passed, a multitude of events unfolded, some progressed, some ended, and some still fought to stay alive.
And the world watched, powerless to do anything but see students, not even fifteen, and young people in the prime of their lives, die.
Life is not about being with anyone; you're either a master of the game or a mere pawn to be discarded at any moment.
The world is simple; it's like a game of chess. There are only two roles: the player and the piece.
If you look closely, you'll find the king who rules everything, but ultimately, he's just a piece, like the rest, manipulated by the player.
Not all kings are kings, and not all slaves are slaves. The true controller might be the last person you'd think of, or he might not be.
And the same applies to Brasmil. Despite being a leader, he's ultimately just a follower, like the others, controlled by those at the top of the council, or even those above him in the hierarchy of power.
Presmill was alert to his every move, to the wind patterns, the energy fluctuations in the atmosphere, or anything that might indicate something was amiss.
He was completely exposed, unprotected, and monsters and professors were lying in wait for him to make a mistake, despite being a hunter who had come to kill the members of the Fersleken Academy.
Yet, at the same time, he was prey being hunted by those he had come to hunt, and the island of Jeju Island relentlessly laid its traps upon him.
The moment Presmill closed his eyes, sighing as he held his cigar in his right hand,
an axe several times his size aimed at his head. He deftly dodged the axe, bringing the cigar back to his mouth.
He muttered in slight annoyance as he kicked the Ork who had attacked him in the sun-like braid, sending him several meters back. "Seriously, even sighing is forbidden on this damned island. A surprise attack meant to kill me in one blow is quite interesting for an Ork." "
Ork glared at Prismill with annoyance, roaring as he aimed his axe at him. "You will die, you filthy human!"
Ork charged at Prismill, who seemed completely unconcerned by his presence.
"Pitying. You seem to want death that badly. Fine, whatever." Prismill vanished at lightning speed.
Confusion flashed across Ork's face as he froze, looking around.
"Where did that bastard go? Did he run away or what...?"
Shock overwhelmed the annoyance and resentment Ork felt as his body went cold. He turned to find Prismill staring back at him with a cold stare.
In a split second, he turned to ice crystal before dissolving into a spray of snowflakes in the air.
Prismill's gaze was filled with mockery as he continued on his way. Thinking about every person who dies doesn't make you a fool. Always move forward, no matter how hard and cruel life may be.
Winning and losing, great or trivial achievements, should be mere milestones we reach and move beyond, not things we dwell on and boast about every second.
Presmill stopped, his gaze fixed on two figures three kilometers away: a boy and a girl, both looking alike, with long white hair reaching their lower backs and scarlet eyes, dressed in practical black clothing.
Presmill spoke incredulously, looking at them. Something was clearly wrong. "Experiment number 000002546 of the D series is here, but its other half should be together at this time."
"But I see Gia Guilford, your son, that bastard, adopting him. How is that possible?"Is there an error in the information? Perhaps the power of Gea has now reached the level of a 15-year-old girl, a terrifying level of power.
This means that the information is incorrect, or there is something I don't know because we haven't seen it. The second half of Experiment 000002546 from Group D—only the leaders of Council 12 and the founder and leader of the organization, the Venerable Heaven Shatterer, knew its form.
"Are they dating or what? A girl and a boy alone? What the hell are they going to do then?"
Prismill was annoyed. Finding only Yuta Cassiral, or as they called him, Experiment 000002546 from Group D, was incredibly irritating. He wanted to see the second half.
To facilitate their transfer and containment, but it seemed the second half was still unknown. The fact that Gia was currently a Master of Gods and didn't appear to have undergone the burning process anytime soon,
made him realize that he had been at that rank before arriving on Jeju Island. Unlike Yuta's second half, who was still a Sacred God, weaker than Gia by one Grand and two Minor ranks,
therefore, he had no doubt that Gia was the second half. But from his perspective, there were several differences between Information about Gia Guilford and Yuta's second half
Bouswall then disappeared, having completed his task of observing the experiment from afar without taking any action.
Meanwhile, Gia and Yuta were sitting together after fighting several waves of monsters.
While Yuta was looking at the spot where Prismill had been watching them for a few seconds, he turned his gaze towards Gia, who had noticed him watching them as well.
However, she decided not to fight, as the gap between them wasn't significant, especially after hearing Yuta's earlier statement that someone was hiding their power and the wings that raise their strength level by two ranks for a certain period.
Therefore, she decided to ignore him, as he might have a secondary wing like hers but was concealing it to use as a trump card.
A mocking smile appeared on Yuta's lips as he placed a hand on Gia's thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through both of them.
Despite this, the smile remained smug, despite the unbearable pain, which surprised Gia. A sharp pain gnawed at her entire being.
She visibly irritated, pulling Yuta's hand away from her thigh. This caused his gaze to turn somewhat malicious as he spoke with utter sarcasm, "Don't worry, no being can inherit their wing in this fantasy world. Even the strongest beings have reached the second level of their wing."
"That's why they can't inherit, unlike Normana, the owner of the Pool Wing, who reached the pinnacle of wing levels."
A mixture of relief, doubt, and confusion appeared on Gia's face and in her heart as she listened to Yuta's words.
"So, where have you reached in your wing, Great Outcast: Greatest Creator?"
"I'm currently at the fourth level of my wing."