Chapter 84: Raymick's Methods

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Watching the chaos erupting behind him, Thunder Mick realized a dire problem: those attacked were left with the same strange mark, becoming assimilated and joining the ranks of the uncontrollable mob. Yet after only a glance, he quickly rushed off in a single direction. He needed to fetch reinforcements from the police station to quell the riot.

Upon arriving at the precinct, he found his subordinates leisurely playing cards, which infuriated him. “How can you still be playing at a time like this? The legend of the Maleficent Wraith is real! And it’s already begun its rampage!”

His words stunned everyone. “Chief? What do you mean?”

“You’ve all seen those peculiar bloodstains before, haven’t you? Just now, I led some men to fetch water, and every single one returned marked with that strange symbol. Anyone bearing the mark lost control—they’re murdering people! The mark is contagious. Anyone infected will lose their minds!”

After hearing the chief’s explanation, everyone stood frozen, staring blankly at him.

“Why are you all staring at me? Hurry and stop them!” Thunder Mick roared in frustration.

“But… Chief, your back…”

“What about my back?” No sooner had he spoken than realization dawned; he sprinted to the restroom and gazed into the mirror.

On his back, a blood-red silhouette radiated a sinister glow, as if it were fresh blood, chilling to behold.

“I… I’ve been infected too?”

With this realization, he staggered backward, staring in shock at his reflection. His skin was darkening uncontrollably, and his eyes were turning red—symptoms identical to those Delm exhibited before losing control.

Recalling what Delm had finally become, he swallowed hard, unable to imagine what might happen next.

“Why is this happening? Why?”

He touched his face in disbelief, only to sense several familiar presences behind him.

“What do you intend to do?” he demanded.

Seeing his former subordinates closing in, eyes glinting predatorily, Thunder Mick’s anger flared.

“We… we don’t want to do anything, but with you like this…”

“Chief, is it possible—just suppose you lose control and attack us?”

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Hearing his subordinates voice their doubts, Thunder Mick’s heart twisted painfully.

“If you have something to say, just say it!”

“How about… you spend some time in the jail first… and when the time comes, we’ll…”

He was cut off before finishing. “I know perfectly well what I should do!”

With that, Thunder Mick exhaled deeply and addressed one of them, “Arrange a single cell for me.”

Yes, he would lock himself up.

Thinking back to Delm’s condition, he shuddered, afraid he might turn out the same. If he were to become that monster and attack civilians, even his own family…

He dared not imagine further; all he could do was imprison himself.

But the city was now ablaze.

Rumors ran wild: the Maleficent Wraith had arrived and unleashed a powerful virus. Anyone infected bore a strange bloodstain and became deranged, attacking others.

The streets emptied; everyone lived in terror. Some gangs began searching, inspecting people for unusual marks and killing those found on the spot.

Normally, Thunder Mick and his men would intervene to prevent bloodshed from these gangs tormenting civilians. But now, with Mick locked up, there was no one to stop them—the gangs ran rampant.

Of course, the inspections were just a front; everyone knew the gangs were simply looting, but ordinary folk could do nothing but accept it.

Now, the entire Ox City lived in abject fear of the Maleficent Wraith—without exception.

Yet this was not enough for Xiao Zi; he had a grander scheme.

There was no actual mark that drove people insane and murderous. It had all been a lie from the start. From the moment Mick entered the jungle, all he saw was the illusion conjured by the Jester.

Now, with the Jester upgraded to D-level, his illusions were stronger, enough to deceive a D-level ghost handler.

As for the mark, in truth, only Thunder Mick bore it, planted by Xiao Zi—a demonic seed.

If things remained thus, people’s fear of Xiao Zi would fade with time, undermining his plan.

So he would play an even greater hand—one that Ox City would never forget.

With this in mind, he turned to the Jester, engrossed in his game. “Demon Hunter, shall we begin?”

The Jester grinned wider at the title. “Don’t worry, boss. Consider it done.”

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After a day of peace, with nothing amiss, some braver souls resumed their routines.

But they soon recoiled in terror at the sight of a legendary figure.

“Look, that guy—doesn’t he resemble the Demon Hunter described by that kid at the bar?”

“Resemble? He’s identical! Didn’t he run off? How is he back?”

“Let’s see.”

Under the crowd’s gaze, the Demon Hunter strode into their midst, holding several strange objects.

“I hear the Maleficent Wraith has already acted?”

The crowd nodded, eyes full of suspicion.

“It’s clear his strength hasn’t fully returned, so he’s only given you a warning. But if you don’t deal with him soon, you’re all done for!”

Last time, people were half-convinced; now, they believed completely. Their chief was still locked up, growing more erratic each day—rumors said he could lose control at any moment.

Unbeknownst to them, Thunder Mick was merely frightened by his own imagination.

“So what should we do?” someone asked.

Unnoticed, the crowd swelled.

The Jester set his objects on the ground and produced an ancient tome.

“If I’m not mistaken, someone here already bears the Maleficent Wraith’s mark?”

The crowd nodded frantically.

“If that’s the case, then it’s certain—the Maleficent Wraith resides within that person!”

At this, everyone gasped.

The Maleficent Wraith was hiding inside the chief—the one who had always protected them from the gangs!

“What… what do we do now?”

The Jester shook his head in regret. “You have only two choices: kill that person and bring safety to your city and even your nation, or spare him—and doom everyone, perhaps the entire country.”

After his words, all stood silent, staring at him in speechless shock.