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Resurrecting the Genius Within Chapter 52 The Arrival "Believe it or not, I've decided to enter the Duel Tournament in seven days. If I win first place and gain the approval of the God Armament, even someone as stubborn as you will have no choice but to submit to me. You can either disband on the spot, join another mercenary group, or submit to the God Armament. There's really no other option," Isabelle confidently declared.

The God Armament will not tolerate small, unregulated mercenary groups.

White Owl looked at the arrogant and overbearing Isabelle and said, "If you can defeatin the Duel Tournament, I, White Owl, will be the first to acknowledge you." Isabelle and White Owl set out on joint missions in the following days.

Their Blackwater Mercenary Group had been suppressed by Melfrey's entire community for the past year to the point where everyone bullied them. Even stray dogs on the street would trample them.

During their missions, they often encountered malicious obstruction and faced robbery from various forces. Completing even one mission smoothly out of the five was considered lucky, and even then, they would not cout unscathed.

Their missions in the past few days were no exception, as they were still filled with difficulties.

But this time, they had someone like Isabelle on their side, which made all the difference.

When Isabelle smashed her staff, shattering the boss's kneecap, White Owl realized he had no chance in the Duel Tournament.

He knew he couldn't stand up against Isabelle's skills, which were on par with their boss's.

Struggling to get up from the ground, he dragged his injured body to check on Jack, who was severely injured not far away.

The group had barely defeated the Hurricane Mercenary Corps earlier that day, but the villains were back for revenge.

The boss of the Hurricane Mercenary Corps had humiliated the Blackwater Mercenary Group, making them terrified of the ruthless group.

When news of their boss's death spread, the Hurricane Mercenary Corps wasted no tlaunching their attack. They were known for their strong retaliation; sure enough, they had gathered their troops and returned in less than half a day.

Luckily, Isabelle was present to help.

"The leader of the Blackwater Mercenary Group has already passed away, haven't they? I'm not familiar with you," said the mercenary boss, clutching his shattered kneecap and attempting to crawl away. He gazed at the girl with a face full of terror, as if he had seen a ghost.

Looking around, he saw his skilled subordinates lying on the ground.

1/4 Tue, 4 Jun Chapter 52 The Arrival Isabelle warned the people on the ground, "Don't clooking for death again." 84% The Blackwater Mercenary Group was leaderless, and the remaining soldiers barely survived. The leading mercenary told Isabelle, "With your skills, why bother joining them? Why not consider joining our Hurricane Mercenary Group? Our leader appreciates talent the most, and I believe he will treat you well." As Isabelle walked away, the mercenary continued to shout at her retreating figure.

Isabelle stopped and slightly turned her body to look at him. "Say one more word, and I'll kill you here," "Hmph, you wouldn't dare. Our Hurricane Mercenary Group ranks among the top groups, and the God Armament won't allow it." "Believe it or not. I'll kill you today, and the God Armament won't even bat an eye. You can try." As the girl's face contorted with murderous rage, the mercenary felt a lump form in his throat. In a flash, he recalled the legendary No Name, the former boss of the Blackwater Mercenary Group, who had once emerged victorious in the Duel Tournament, claiming thirty-three consecutive wins and defeating their leader with ease. The mercenary shuddered as he returned to his senses, his back slick with cold sweat.

"Get out." After The Hurricane Mercenary Corps left, the surroundings returned to silence.

Isabelle looked at her injured subordinates and joked, "Your boss wasn't very kind. She created a bunch of enemies for you and then left you to clean up the mess." White Owl was the first to support Isabelle, and the others remained quiet. After these past few days, they had little objection to Isabelle becoming their boss.

Badman, who had intended to leave at first, was among those who changed their minds.

However, it's worth noting that Jack was not included in this group.

"Dare to disrespect our boss again, and I'll kill you!" Jack glared angrily at Isabelle.

"He's injured, don't provoke him," White Owl told Isabelle.

Everyone in the Blackwater Mercenary Group knew Jack's unwavering loyalty towards their boss. He was known to be fiercely protective of their leader, and anyone who dared to defy him would far his wrath.

Despite their reservations about Isabelle, they had put up with her because of her half-truth, half-liet statement: "Your boss trustedwith you." White Owl patted Jack on the shoulder. "Let's take a break here." While they rested, he approached Isabelle, sitting under a tree, and offered her a can of beer. "Do your drink?" he asked. Isabelle accepted his offer and popped open the can.

Isabelle accepted it and opened it.

White Owl sat beside her, propping himself against the tree. “Our boss had a taste for the good stuff when it cto alcohol. She wouldn't settle for anything less than top-shelf liquor." 2/4 Chapter 52 The Arrival As he gazed up at the bright moon, White Owl spoke to himself in a low voice. "At first, our Blackwater Mercenary Group was just another face in the crowd. We were neither particularly powerful nor numerous. But everything changed when our boss cinto the picture.

Taking a sip from his beer, White Owl continued. "Within three months, the Blackwater Mercenary Group had beca nto be reckoned with throughout Melfrey. No one dared to challenge us except for our boss. She had the guts to take on the God Armament White Owl's eyes were filled with nostalgia and longing as he spoke about their former glory. He admired and respected their boss, and it was evident on his face.

"Do you know where the Blackwater Mercenary Group ranked in the Melfrey?" he asked. "Fifth. And do you know how many people the other mercenary groups had compared to us? At least five thousand. We had less than three hundred." Under the leadership of their No Nboss, the Blackwater Mercenary Group had created many legends in the Melfrey.

Their boss had challenged thirty-three mercenary group leaders in a row at the Fighting Horns Meeting. enough to deter the entire Melfrey.

But now, they were scurrying like rats across the street, trapped in their current state.

White Owl suddenly interjected, 'I truly believe what you said." Isabelle had been listening quietly, but her eyebrows slightly rose.

White Owl crushed an empty beer can in his hand and said, "Because you bear a striking resemblance to our boss" He suddenly turned his head to look at Isabelle, his gaze fixed on her, and asked, “Who are you? Why do your actions look like hers?" Isabelle faced him and met his eager gaze, jokingly asking. Are you suspecting I'm your boss?" "White Owl had always suspected that Isabelle and their boss shared an uncanny resemblance.” Although one could easily change their appearance or voice or gain weight, height could not be modified. Their boss was 1.7 meters tall, while this girl was only 1.65 meters tall.

"I have to confess I'm actually your boss. I was killed in an explosion at sea, but if my sout was somehow reborn in this girl named Isabelle,” I admitted. White Owl remained silent, staring at Isabelle's serious expression, which seemed to hide a hint of amusement.

Realizing the potential consequences of her words, White Owl spoke up, “Just be careful not to say that in front of Jack." If Jack caught wind of that, he'd surely start a fight with her.

In just a matter of days, word had spread throughout Melfrey that the previously suppressed and inactive Blackwater Mercenary Group was again stirring. Rumors were going around that the leader of the Blakwater Mercenary Group had resurfaced.

3/4 Chapter 52 The Arrival People who had encountered Isabelle, the supposed boss, claimed that she was unrecognizable. Others believed the group was weak and depended solely on a woman's leadership. Those who had left the organization due to suffocation quietly cback upon hearing the news. Dylan had already heard whispers about the Melfrey long before he arrived.

As he approached, the imposing headquarters of the God Armament was ablaze with bright lights.

One after another, sleek black vehicles with the God Armament insignia arrived through the heavily guarded entrance.

In the center of the procession was a luxurious black Maybach.

Dylan had arrived earlier and was patiently waiting outside the gate.

The door opened as the car pulled up, and a man in a tailored black suit stepped out.

The man commanded respect with his cold and determined demeanor, emanating an aura of authority that was hard to ignore.

Dylan stepped forward: "Mr. George." As soon as Dylan stepped into the gate, he began to fill George in on the latest happenings in Melfrey.

As he approached the end of his report, he recalled something worth mentioning. He added, heard speople say that the head of the Blackwater Mercenary Group has cback to life." George responded, "You mean No Name?" Send Gifts