Their entry into the factory was not silent per se—the two rushed in with incredible speed, killing most of the weak humans within mere seconds.
The ones who realized what was happening immediately reacted, drawing their revolvers and aiming at the intruders. Of the remaining few conscious gang members, panic set in faster than their fingers could properly steady the trigger.
"B-Beyonders?!"
A shot rang out.
The bullet didn't reach its target.
A flicker of motion—too fast for the eye—cut through the air as Mysterious Heroine X shifted her stance. The revolver round split mid-flight, sliced cleanly by an invisible arc before it even reached her.
She paused.
Then tilted her head.
"…That was a Saber-class attack trajectory."
Chara didn't even look at her. "It was a bullet."
"Bullets can be Saber-adjacent if fired with conviction."
"That's not how physics works."
"It is in my world."
A second shot fired from the opposite side.
This time, the attacker didn't even see what killed him.
A thin surgical line appeared across his chest—precise, clinical—before he collapsed backward without sound.
Jack the Ripper stepped out of the mist like she had always been there, her expression calm, almost curious, as she tilted her head at the remaining targets.
"We found more cold ones," she said softly.
The remaining gang members froze.
The air in the factory had changed.
It was no longer just fear—it was the instinctual understanding that something was wrong with reality itself.
Chara finally moved forward, eyes glowing faint red as the Eye of the Primordial activated again. Lines of unstable mental stability and fragile health bars flickered into his vision like broken signals.
"Don't waste time," he said flatly. "We separate them. MHX—handle anything armed. Jack—keep freeing captives if any are left. We finish this quickly."
A pause.
Then, from above—
"Understood."
A beam of compressed cosmic energy tore through the upper scaffolding and erased half a staircase.
Chara's lips twitched.
"…I said no visible Noble Phantasm."
A brief silence followed.
From somewhere above the shattered scaffolding, Mysterious Heroine X's voice drifted down with absolute seriousness.
"It was not visible. It was light-speed tactical disassembly."
A chunk of ceiling finally gave in and collapsed somewhere deeper into the factory with a thunderous crash.
Chara exhaled through his nose.
"…We are leaving after this."
"Understood," she replied instantly. "After Saber-class elimination is complete."
"There are no Sabers here."
"Then why are they resisting so efficiently?"
"That's called having guns."
A pause.
"…I will adjust my classification system."
Jack the Ripper tilted her head slightly, watching the exchange like a child observing a conversation in a language she only partially understood.
"But Mommy," she said softly, "the loud one made a pretty light."
"I'm not your—" Chara stopped himself, pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just… stay focused."
He looked around and saw that one person was hiding. He went over and pulled off the barrel he was hiding behind.
"Where are the other two sequence 9 beyonders here." He asked without him batting an eye at him.
The sequence nine beyonder flinched before fearfly looking at Chara. "Ah—I–I don't know, they must have escaped to the other bases b–but i can show you where they are just let me go."
Chara contemplated for a moment, the Z–Manger gang was atleast a medium level gang so they indeed have more places they store their goods in. He didn't hear the man's ramblings anymore and directly slit his neck.
Chara rubbed his neck and let out a sigh, he could chase after the rest of them but that would probably waste their time, they could be hiding anywhere and he wouldn't underestimate beyonders even if they were low leveled.
But then again, his quest wasn't over until he completely wiped out the Z-mangers from this side of Buckland. Chara didn't like mindless Genocide but this certainly wasn't mindless, right?. He was of course cleaning up the scum of the world.
The mission didn't really have a specified time limit so he could probably just finish the Z–Manger group another day but procrastination is a silent thing and it let's things accumulate too, so he might as well just wipe them out in a single night.
"Split up and hunt them all down." Chara said to the two servants as he began walking out of the building.
Jack who had already made sure that thw innocent people were out of the way nodded and immediately dissolved into the mist.
X also did the same, she had sheated her sword already and taken Chara's warning about not using her noble Phantasm again.
The hunt transitioned from a localized raid into a coordinated sweep through the veins of the East Borough. Chara moved through the soot-stained alleys with a rhythmic, predator's gait, his Eye of the Primordial burning through the thick smog. To his left and right, the spiritual world was being torn apart.
Mysterious Heroine X had located the second base—a legitimate-looking shipping office near the Tussock River that served as a front for the gang's weapon smuggling. She didn't use the front door. A guard on the roof, a Sequence 9 Hunter who had been smugly tracking the "vibrations" of the street, suddenly found the air around him screaming. Before he could draw his bayonet, MHX had descended like a falling star.
She didn't use Secretcalibur's beam; instead, she used the hilt and the flat of the blade with such terrifying velocity that the man's physical defense—his pride as a "warrior"—simply folded.
Inside the office, the Second Beyonder, a Sequence 9 Sleepless, felt a spike of cold cosmic energy. He tried to dive into the shadows, but MHX was already there, her cap pulled low, eyes glowing with a hunter's fervor.
"Saber-adjacent detection: Positive," she whispered.
The room was silent three seconds later, the office shredded not by explosives, but by a whirlwind of invisible slashes that left the gang members as nothing more than biological puzzles.
Meanwhile, Jack the Ripper had found the third hideout—a cramped tenement cellar where the Zmanger leadership had fled to count their blood-soaked sovereigns. They thought the heavy iron doors and the maze of laundry lines would protect them. They were wrong.
Jack didn't just enter the room; she became the room. The thick, unnatural mist began to seep through the floorboards and under the door, smelling of old copper and wet cobblestones. One of the gang leaders, a man with a scarred face, tried to light a match, but the flame turned blue and died.
"Is it... cold?" he whispered.
"Very cold," Jack's voice drifted from every corner. "But we can make you warm."
The massacre was silent. There were no screams, only the wet sound of surgical steel meeting flesh. When the mist finally cleared, the cellar was a masterpiece of clinical dissection. Jack stood in the center, her dress pristine, holding a single pocket watch she'd retrieved from a pile of stolen goods. She tilted her head, sensing her Mommy's location, and faded back into the night.
Chara himself had tracked the final escapee, a Sequence 9 Assassin from the gang who thought his own "Stealth" would save him. Chara followed him to a small, hidden manor on the edge of the borough. The man was panting, reaching for a hidden latch in the wall, when he felt a cold, sharp pressure against the back of his neck.
"You're fast," Chara remarked, his voice devoid of emotion. "But you leave a trail of fear that glows like a torch in my eyes."
The man turned, swinging a hidden dagger, but Chara didn't even flinch. He caught the man's wrist, the strength of the Beast Potion making the man's bones creak. With a singular, focused movement, the Real Knife flashed once. The man's health bar didn't just drop; it vanished.
Chara stood over the body as the last of the Zmanger Gang's leadership expired. The spiritual atmosphere of the East Borough felt lighter, as if a great weight of corruption had been lifted. He could feel the Beast Potion within him churning, the "digestion" process accelerating as the "Disaster" he had brought upon the wicked settled into his soul.
He looked up at the crimson moon. A screen flickered in his peripheral vision.
[Quest Complete: The Zmanger Gang has been Eradicated.]
[Acting Progress: 100% — Sequence 9: Beast Fully Digested.]
[Rewards Issued: 15x Saint Quartz, 1x Potion of Sequence 8:Robot(Recommended to give to Tiamat for Modification)
"Well thats expected." He said, feeling his body gain new strength as he completed his digestion. "The so called monster pathway has already deviated from its current trajectory so it needs to be modified by Tiamat...also, it seems I can summon once more, should i buy some candles and surround myself in a circle to increase my luck."
He looked at the new potion swirling in a temporary system storage space. Sequence 8: Robot. In the standard Lord of the Mysteries world, this was the next step for the Savant pathway—a sequence focused on cold calculation, mechanical precision, and physical enhancement. But for Chara, whose pathway was already "corrupted" by the Sea of Life, a "Robot" wasn't just a machine.
"Giving this to Tiamat for modification..." Chara mused, his thumb tracing the hilt of the Real Knife. "She'll probably turn it into something like a 'Biological Automaton' or a 'Sentient Genesis Cell.' Knowing her, it won't be a machine; it'll be a new form of life."
[Gacha Update]
[Current Quartz Balance:15]
"Candles and luck circles, huh?"
A small, misty giggle echoed from the shadows as Jack materialized by his side. Her surgical knives were clean, though her eyes still held a lingering, manic glow from the "dissections."
"Mommy doesn't need luck," she whispered, leaning into his arm. "Mommy has us."
"I have a cosmic saber-slayer who thinks bullets are swords and a literal mother of creation at home," Chara countered with a dry smile. "I think my 'luck' is already statistically impossible."
MHX landed softly on the cobblestones nearby, her tracksuit hood up. "Master, the surrounding perimeter is clear of Saber-adjacent residue. The 'Zmanger' concept has been effectively deleted from the local reality. However..." She adjusted her cap. "I sense a disturbance. Several spiritual signatures are approaching. They feel... orderly. Suffocatingly orderly."
Chara's Eye of the Primordial flared. In the distance, he saw them.
Flickering gauges of deep, midnight blue.
[Health: 120%] [Mental Stability: 98% (Static/Cold)]
[Classification: Nighthawk - Sequence 7: Nightmare]
The Church of the Evernight had arrived to investigate the "light-speed tactical disassembly" of the shipping office.
"Time to go," Chara said, his voice dropping into a low, beast-like growl. "Jack, take the lead through the sewers. X, stay in the shadows—if any of them try to use a 'Dream' on us, cut it."
"With pleasure," MHX replied, her hand hovering over Secretcalibur.
They vanished into the fog just seconds before the Nighthawks reached the factory.
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Back at their home, Chara was utterly exhausted, there was double bedroom in this apartment so he should probably sleep in one of them.
Tiamat was also sitting on the chair.
MHX didn't say a word; she simply slumped against the wall near the door, her tracksuit hood still up, and began a meticulous maintenance check on her Secretcalibur. Jack, however, headed straight for Tiamat, curling up at the base of the armchair like a kitten returning to its mother.
Chara sighed, the weight of the night finally catching up to him. He pulled the glowing vial of the Sequence 8: Robot potion from the system storage.
"Tiamat," he called out softly.
The Primordial Mother tilted her head. Chara held out the potion. "The system says this needs your... touch. It's supposed to be a 'Robot,' but I don't think I want to be a machine."
Tiamat rose from the chair, her dark cloak flowing like water. She walked toward him, her footsteps making no sound on the floorboards. She took the vial from his hand. As her fingers brushed the glass, the clear, mechanical-blue liquid inside began to rebel. It turned a deep, obsidian black, then sparked with a violet, bio-luminescent glow.
[The Sequence 8 potion:Robot has mutated to the Sequence 8 Potion:Genesis Cell]
Chara pursed his lips, it was another strange soundig potion, he wondered what the acting method for this was. He had to drink it to find out.
Without hesitation, Chara uncorked the vial and downed it.
In the Lord of the Mysteries world, drinking a potion is often described as a descent into madness. For Chara, it was an ascent into Structure.
The "Robot" foundation provided the mental hardware—cold, calculating, and precise. But Tiamat's "Genesis" influence turned that hardware into "Life." He felt his muscles knit together with the density of carbon nanotubes, his nerves becoming high-speed conduits for spiritual energy.
[System Notification: Evolution Complete]
[Class Advanced: Sequence 8 — Genesis Cell]
New Ability: Structural Analysis(B). You can now perceive the "Blueprints" of everything you see. This includes mechanical objects, Beyonder abilities, and the biological weaknesses of living creatures.
New Ability: Adaptive Evolution(D). Your body can temporarily manifest minor physical adaptations to survive harsh environments (e.g., filtering toxins, hardening skin against blades).
Acting Method (The Genesis Principle): You must "Cultivate." To digest this potion, you must not only destroy (the Beast) but also create or modify life and order.
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A/N:I really do need to complete LOTM.