He then notices that Dean is already able to get back to his feet. He starts thinking about his option. There is no longer any point in him being there now that his cover has been revealed. He ends his provocation, picking a chair and then throws it at Dean. It’s only for a distraction, and he then flees by breaking through the window. Dean tries to hunt that old man, but Mary stops him. “Dean, let him go! He is too dangerous!” Mary warns. Mary compresses her fireball even more, until it shrinks to the size of a golf ball. But indeed, the heat it radiates only becomes stronger. She only compresses its size so that she can take it outside of the house without burning anything on the way. After getting outside, she throws the fire ball up into the sky, and lets it explode. Soon after that, she stumbles on her knees with a pale face. “Hey, are you okay?” asks Dean, worrying about her condition, while his own condition is quite serious with his bleeding mouth. “I used too much mana f

That old Morgan simply gives a signal to one of his men. That one servant whistles, and all those bald female slaves follow him. “Hey, hold on!” Maverick Watson stops them. All of those female slaves bow down their heads in fear. Watson approaches one of those females, as he notices she has grown a little of her hair. “How dare you show me this ugly burning head?” asks Watson as he slaps that woman’s head so hard, slamming that woman to the floor. Somehow, this one hasn’t shaved her hair for a while. She happens to have red crimson hair, and Watson really detests this kind of hair so bad. “Didn’t I tell you to always shave your fucking hair?” “Have mercy, My Lord! I’ve gotten sick recently, and haven’t had the chance to shave my hair!” “I know you are just trying to show rebellion toward me! That’s what you people always do, resistance and rebellion, and never follow any rules! You fucking stubborn Yegristanian!” Watson slaps her face once more and tells his servants to take he

That night they are busy putting some protective charms and talismans in several corners of Monica’s house. Dean can’t do anything, except helping them by digging some holes in the garden where Mary will bury a few of her trapping jars. “I think that’s enough,” utters Mary after she buries the last trapping jar in the front yard, amongst the flowers. “So, how does it work?” asks Dean. “If any specter approaches this house, they will be attracted to this trapping jar,” Mary answers. “As they get to this point, they will be sucked in. Each jar can only keep four specters. If some of these flowers wither and dry in an odd way, it means we need to change the trapping jar with a new one.” They finish everything when it’s already past midnight. And Mary did it for free without charging Liza any penny. After sharing that detail to everyone in Monica’s house, Mary and his friends take their leave. And Dean, he is back to his old room where he used to stay. That night, everyone finds it d

Hearing protests from those spectators, Hayden Chambers begins asking his players about Dean. One of them simply shows him a short highlight of what Dean did in the previous exhibition match. Only there does this new coach realize the talent he just denied. “So, is this the Crimson Warrior they are talking about?” mumbles Hayden with a disbelieving face. Meanwhile, Dean has just been there in that sports hall for a few minutes. But he stays quiet by covering his head with his hood, watching the game by standing at the highest and at the very back of the spectator stands. Even with so many people shouting his name, he remains silent with his numb face. There is no point in him taking part in this exhibition match. The coach has registered his draft for the official competition. It is not something that can be changed or taken back. “Dean?” mumbles Mary, noticing his existence amongst the spectators. Dean also notices her, but he just turns away, and then leaves that place. Mary rus

A night is enough for Dean to make up his mind. Actually, he feels it’s a bit too late for this decision. But at least, he has tried his best, even though in the end, his talent in basketball was still wasted by Braham University. “I’ve had a new way to raise money now, join Mary as his assistant, and then kill demons to collect soul crystals. Why should I bother? Hold on, should I keep coming to help with Carlos’ business?” The remaining money left in his bank account is only around 744,000 Estol. And he has to keep 415,000 Estol in reserve for his tuition fees. That means, he only has about 329,000 Estol for living. With his frugal life, it could help him survive at least for another 4 months, without depending on anyone else. “Well, why not! As long as I can raise money, being a helper for a street food vendor is not that bad. Money is still money. I need to stay alert for the worst.” An incoming call averts his attention. It’s just Marry who has just arrived at her home. [Hey