My Space-Time System

Chapter 331: Death sentence.

“Shit!” Zola cursed when as he and Xavier were the only ones left in the room.

Carrying the fatally injured Xavier and flying out of the mansion, Zola went high up in the sky to check where the explosions had affected.

It had been 2 duplexes of regular members that had been targeted, but luckily all the houses in the area were magically reinforced although not compared to those of high-ranking members.

“So that’s why he was asking if all the buildings in the estate were reinforced.” After confirming that Xander was no longer in the estate and that there was no more danger, Zola immediately rushed his son back to the main Karius mansion to get healed.

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Inside a sewer close to the outskirt of the Karius estate, Xander whose eyes were wide open lay on the path of running sewage and was covered by a silver and blue halo.

The blue halo was mana that protected him from the sewage getting on his body, while the silver halo was one of the effects of the clear gem ring.

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The clear gem ring was an epic tier cursed artifact. It granted the user the ability to open spatial tears to random locations and to conceal the presence of anything that passed through the spatial corridor.

Also, the cursed artifact granted the user the spatial awareness of everything that passed through the spatial corridor. Meaning Xander would know the exact location of the Master seal even though it was warped to a random location.

The drawback was that the more the user activated the cursed artifact in a day the more bad things happened to them. The first use had no drawbacks, but the second use knocked out the user.

It was at the 3rd use that the cursed artifact would actively try to kill the user by warping him to a dangerous location. For example, if Xander was to use it again, there was a high chance that he would be warped into the main Karius mansion where the peak demigod Zola was present.

As for the 4th use, it was a sure thing that the user would die, because the cursed artifact would warp them into the void and when the wearer was dead, it would return to the same spot in the real world.

The reason why Xander wasn’t knocked out was that he was a demigod and the adverse effects were slightly mitigated, but it still left him incapable of moving or casting spells.

The effects took less than half an hour to wear off, but for now, Xander could only lay in sewage as the pungent smell assaulted his nostrils.

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The moment the twin explosions had gone off, the closest of the adventurers patrolling the central region began moving to the Karius estate.

The first to get there was the A rank adventurer Typhoon who was the leader of the central region patrol team.

They were informed that it was the doing of Xander, but he didn’t want to be the one to handle such a serious case. So instead of spreading the word to every adventurer in the central region, he told only those in the Karius estate to conduct a light search for Xander.

Many of the adventurers knew that it was a futile attempt to search for Xander. Not only were none of them demigods, but the little time it had taken for them to respond was more than enough for a member of the league of assassins to escape.

‘Because we are defending these scumbags of nobles they put a B rank adventurer like me in such a filthy place, and they expect me to run coming when they are in trouble?’ Pascal sneered as he was walking through the tunnels of the sewer.

Pascal stood 5′ 5″ inches tall, and had a stout physique and a frown as his default expression. He almost always had something to complain about and his hate for the nobles was greater than average commoner.

He was patrolling the sewers outside the Karius estate when he heard the explosions, but he didn’t bother to go check it out, meaning he had no clue of who was attacking or what happened.

As he was waiting for everything to calm down before coming out, Pascal decided to take a piss.

“Yeahhh...” He was fully immersed in the satisfaction that came with emptying a full bladder when the corner of his eyes saw something that was covered in a silver halo being carried around by sewage.

He immediately tucked his little john back into his leather pants and turned to the object and began using his senses to scan it, but he couldn’t even sense it.

This further increased curiosity as he used mana manipulation to scoop it out of the sewage.

“By the All-father’s beards!” Pascal exclaimed when he saw the Master seal.

Almost every adventurer had heard of the bidding war that occurred between Oliver Nystrom and Xavier Karius because of the artifact.

“You’ve got to tell me I dreaming right?” Pascal pinched himself, but sure enough, he was wide awake.

“How did this get here?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“That doesn’t matter now. The most important question is what should I do with it?”

“Return it to the Karius family?” There was a pause, but Pascal soon burst into laughter. “Even if I had gone mad, I wouldn’t do such a thing.”

“Since it was stolen, the Karius family would surely inform the ash corps and an investigation would surely be carried out. I have to take it to where the investigation wouldn’t get to, the wall.” Pascal said to himself.

His plan was after the beast tide was over, the intensity of the search for the master seal would have reduced and the city would be too focused on returning the city to normal. He would use the opportunity to sell the artifact at the black market for a huge sum.

He immediately went for the nearest manhole to leave the sewers because he was going to the association building to get signed up to be posted at the wall.

Unknown to him, he just signed his death sentence.