Teleportation, as an advanced application of Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue, fundamentally operates on the principle of using intense gravitational attraction to move instantaneously. However, its essence is not a true spatial jump, but rather moving at such an extreme speed that it creates the illusion of a jump.
During the process, Aurelius Viremont's body moves at hyper-velocity until it reaches the marked destination. It is because of this massive acceleration that Aurelius Viremont—despite using both Cursed Energy Manipulation and Energy Absorption to reinforce his body—still sustains minor injuries. If an ordinary person attempted to move this way, they would likely be flattened into a meat slurry by the sheer G-force instantly!
Currently, Aurelius Viremont stood five hundred meters above the ground. At this altitude, there were no obstacles, and his Six Eyes allowed him to see everything on the surface with perfect clarity—even the contents of basements were no exception. Thus, Aurelius Viremont chose this vantage point to teleport and scout for Kingpin's location.
Controlling the repulsive force of Cursed Technique Reversal: Red, Aurelius Viremont took a starting stance in mid-air. Grinning, he allowed the azure cursed energy to envelop him. His body vanished instantly, reappearing a kilometer away. Thirty seconds later, he vanished again!
Down in Hell's Kitchen, in a dark alleyway, Spider-Woman had just resolved a robbery. She swung out of the alley on a web line, continuing her search for criminal activity. Suddenly, as she swung upward, something caught the corner of her eye.
White hair. Standing in mid-air. Vaguely visible azure pupils.
The White Demon! Why was he here in Hell's Kitchen?
Just as Gwen Stacy intended to swing closer to confirm if it was really him, she saw the white-haired man in the sky vanish into thin air. Gwen quickly zipped to the top of the tallest nearby building to track his movements. With her spider-enhanced vision, she soon spotted him "flickering" across the sky every thirty seconds.
"Has he awakened a new ability again?" Gwen muttered in shock, a deep sense of envy mixed with her awe.
Since becoming Spider-Woman, Gwen had been quite happy with her extraordinary powers. But shortly after her debut, she encountered the White Demon. Initially, his strength hadn't seemed insurmountable, but in the time since, he had grown stronger at an unimaginable pace, while she felt like she was standing still.
Moreover, her abilities were simple and gritty. Aside from her Spider-Sense, nothing felt particularly "cool." But the White Demon's abilities—azure black holes, black-red singularities—were far more powerful and visually spectacular. This made Gwen feel a bit dejected, but it also deepened her curiosity about the man who was the first to know her true identity.
Just why is he so strong? And what is he doing right now?
Aurelius Viremont continued his teleportation cycle. The thirty-second intervals gave him enough time to recover from the stress of the move and thoroughly scan the surrounding environment to ensure he didn't miss anything.
As time passed, Aurelius Viremont covered most of Hell's Kitchen. Finding nothing, a bad premonition began to rise. Is Kingpin not in Hell's Kitchen?
However, after one more teleportation, a brilliant smile spread across his face. He took another step and appeared in front of a luxurious private club.
The club was extravagant, situated on the best real estate on the edge of Hell's Kitchen. The streets here were cleaner and more secure than the deeper slums, allowing the wealthy who valued their lives to come here for pleasure. The entrance was grand, and those entering and exiting were well-dressed gentlemen—a stark contrast to Aurelius Viremont in his loose, casual clothes.
As Aurelius Viremont approached, two security guards in suits stepped forward, hands raised to block his path.
"Sir, this is a high-end private club. You need an invitation and formal attire to enter."
One guard leaned in and whispered mockingly, "Go back to where you came from, you yellow monkey. This isn't a place for your kind!"
Aurelius Viremont stopped. He clearly captured the undisguised ridicule in the guard's eyes. He found it curious; his face had been on the front page of every major newspaper and news broadcast lately. Could these guards really not recognize him? Or were they just that arrogant?
He had no intention of explaining. Instead, he flashed a bright smile at the guard who insulted him and said slowly:
"Could you please let him know? I'm looking for Kingpin."
The guard froze, then burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Who do you think you are? You dye your hair white and put on some sunglasses, and suddenly you think you're the White Demon?"
The other guard joined in. "Looks like we need to give this kid a reality check to wake him up!"
Nearby, a glamorous woman in her twenties, clinging to the arm of a man who looked at least seventy, watched the scene and sneered at Aurelius Viremont. "Honey, look! This yellow monkey actually wants to get into the club. Doesn't he know only big shots like you are allowed in? Hey, you guards, throw him out already. Don't let him ruin our view!"
The old man looked at Aurelius Viremont with disgust and barked at the guards, "Get rid of him!"
The two guards immediately bowed to the old man. "Don't worry, sir. We'll handle him right now!"
Aurelius Viremont watched this unfold with a slight smile. Under the gaze of the Six Eyes, he had already locked onto Kingpin's signature deep within the building; there was no escape. He had a little time to play.
As the guards swung their fists toward his face, Aurelius Viremont remained still, watching the comical scene with a grin.
Suddenly, the area fell silent.
The guards' fists stopped exactly ten centimeters in front of the white-haired man, unable to move an inch further, as if blocked by an invisible barrier. The faces of the guards turned pale instantly. The glamorous woman and the old man finally realized what this sight meant.
He really was the White Demon. Not an imitator.
The woman screamed in terror. Remembering her insults, she immediately turned to flee, leaving the trembling old man behind. The old man's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, a foul-smelling liquid seeping from his trousers.
He watched as the White Demon casually extended a hand toward the fleeing woman and made a slight gripping motion. The woman, who was already dozens of meters away, was suddenly slammed into the ground by a massive gravitational force. With a sickening crunch of bones and a piercing shriek of agony, she was slowly crushed into a bloody pulp.
Aurelius Viremont withdrew his hand and smiled kindly at the two frozen guards. He repeated:
"I'm looking for Kingpin."
The two guards scrambled toward the lobby, shouting, "I'll go notify him! Please wait just a moment!"
Just as they reached the doors, thinking they had escaped, they heard a demonic whisper from behind:
"Forget it. I'll just go by myself."
A terrifying repulsive force erupted from behind them. The two guards were launched like cannonballs into the club, smashing into several unlucky bystanders and erupting into a red mist. They were dead before they hit the floor.
Aurelius Viremont walked through the entrance, then suddenly poked his head back out toward the old man.
"Sorry, almost forgot about you!"
Before the aristocratic old man could even finish the sigh of relief on his face, a horrific gravitational pull twisted him into a human pretzel. Blood sprayed across the pavement, pooling and spreading.
Having finished his "chores," Aurelius Viremont finally stepped into the club. Facing the rows of armed gang members standing ready for him, he gave a radiant smile.
"Hello. I'm looking for Kingpin!"