Chapter 124
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Volume 2 + Chapter 124: Battle! Battle! Battle!
No one knew who shouted first, but that single cry further ignited the rage burning in the hearts of the slum dwellers in the lower district.
They had given so much to Corolle too—working hard, helping build up the city—only to be endlessly oppressed by the rising nobility and driven into this forsaken corner.
Why?
“Big Bro has always taken care of us. He even stood up for us. Are we just going to watch helplessly as the new nobles execute him?”
“The nobles kept feeding us lies—saying if we worked hard, we could live happy lives… It was all a scam! We’ve been deceived from the start!”
“Give up the delusion! Give up the delusion!”
The lower district poor, long used to swallowing bitterness, suddenly shed their resignation. They let loose every ounce of emotion they had bottled up.
…
Nightfall.
Tonight, the lower district was no longer the same.
Dim streets were now brightly lit by torchlight. Slum dwellers gathered of their own accord, brandishing torches as they spilled into the streets.
That afternoon, the news that Shadow King’s subordinate had been arrested by the security forces had spread to every corner of the district.
Whether it was someone fanning the flames from the shadows or just years of simmering resentment finally reaching a boiling point—no one could say.
But everyone who heard was furious. Like a fuse being lit, their anger erupted into an uncontrollable blaze.
With nowhere else to direct their rage, they gathered at the center of the lower district’s main square.
“We can’t wait any longer!”
“Let Lord Shadow King do something!!”
“We have to rescue Big Bro—he’s helped so many of us!!”
Their cries echoed and overlapped in the square.
The Shadow King’s lieutenants struggled to keep the crowd calm. No one knew what to do.
Then someone stepped forward—cigarette dangling from his lips, still wearing an apron, as if he had rushed here straight from work without even closing up shop.
He walked right up to the Shadow King’s cadre.
Everyone recognized him.
“Ajin?”
“What’s he doing here?”
“Isn’t that the butcher shop owner?”
The onlookers were baffled.
What came next shocked them even more.
“Lord Shadow King!”
All of the lieutenants dropped to one knee, bowing respectfully.
Suddenly, the once-chaotic square fell into silence. Only the sound of torch flames crackling remained.
So the Shadow King… was the butcher shop owner?!
No one had seen this coming. But the respect shown by the lieutenants left no doubt—there could be only one person they would treat this way.
It was true.
“Mm, get up,” Ajin said as he tossed his cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath his heel, pulling off his apron.
“As you command.”
The lieutenants stepped aside, clearing the very center of the square for Ajin.
The formerly slouched and idle Ajin now faced the slum residents. His gaze hardened, reflecting the flames of their torches—like twin infernos burning in his eyes.
“Lord Shadow King!”
“Lord Shadow King!!”
“Lord Shadow King!!!”
One person started the chant, and like a spark in dry grass, it spread—infectious, unstoppable—until the entire crowd was calling his name.
The Shadow King had finally stood before them!
Ajin raised his hand.
A subordinate passed him a flag, which he lifted high into the air.
“That’s… the flag of the Resistance!!”
“Could it be?! Lord Shadow King was the leader of the old rebellion against the nobles?!”
“The hero we thought had died… is standing before us once again!”
The slum dwellers were stunned. None of them had imagined the Shadow King and the old rebel hero were the same person.
Ajin’s authority soared in an instant—now, his voice alone could rally them all.
And just when the crowd reached a fever pitch, he finally spoke.
“That’s right! I was once the leader of the Resistance—and I am the Shadow King!”
“Back then, I believed that if we just endured it, the nobles would let us live. But the truth is… they never did. Our silence and patience earned us no respect—only more humiliation! My comrade—my brother—was arrested by the nobles! Just because he tried to protect us!”
“Why should we accept such a degrading life? Why are we forbidden from resisting, even when everything is taken from us? Why should our lives be decided so easily?”
His words were answered by the poor:
“Fight! Fight! Fight!”
“The nobles of the central district are our enemy! They used Frey to deceive us all! Frey can’t save you!” Ajin roared. “The nobles deceive their superiors and bully the weak. They’ve even angered the royal dragon family! But now, I have gained the dragon court’s approval. The Silver Dragon Princess herself has ordered the Corolle underworld to assist us! We act under royal decree—to punish traitors!”
“Now is the time to unite inside and out—this is our chance to wipe out the nobles and change the fate of the lower district!”
“Down with the nobles! Down with the nobles!”
…
Corolle, Grand Theater.
A famous singer stood on stage, her voice elegant and mesmerizing.
Half the seats in the grand theater were occupied by members of Corolle’s underworld.
♪ “Love and hate rise in a bitter sea, fate’s grip we cannot flee~” ♪
“Milady, what do you think?” Serra asked from the seat beside Xia Yi. “Her name is Beatrice. She’s quite the sensation lately.”
Xia Yi stared at the stage, entranced.
She remembered this singer. Back at the Ascension Casino, it was Xia Yi who had played the piano, and this singer had performed alongside her.
“She’s wonderful,” Xia Yi said, satisfied. “Let’s hire her. She’s perfect—but don’t force her.”
“Understood,” Serra replied.
Time flew by.
After the performance, Xia Yi brought a bouquet of flowers onto the stage to present to Beatrice.
Beatrice was pleasantly surprised and accepted the bouquet. “Thank you, little miss.”
Xia Yi smiled and left.
Watching her leave surrounded by gang members, Beatrice was confused. A member soon told her that Miss Twilight was the one currently in charge of all of Corolle’s underworld. Beatrice was stunned.
They then asked if she would be interested in taking on a job.
Thinking back to that magical night, Beatrice agreed on the spot.
…
“It’s nice to listen to music once in a while~” Jiye said cheerfully. “Come to think of it, it’s been ages since I visited the Grand Theater. That was a treat.”
“Same here,” Chen Tie nodded.
“We need to let everyone relax,” Xia Yi said. “Working nonstop is exhausting.”
Both Jiye and Chen Tie agreed.
They exited the Grand Theater together.
But as Xia Yi descended the steps, chaos erupted—thick smoke suddenly filled the air as smoke bombs were hurled to the ground.
A figure emerged from the mist and seized the petite silver-haired girl.
“What’s happening!?” Serra froze.
“Where’s Miss Twilight?!” Jiye was in complete disarray.
“Find Miss Twilight—now!!” Chen Tie shouted in panic.
By the time the underworld members regained their senses and cleared the smoke, Xia Yi was already gone.
…
“Well done, Thousand Kill. You’ve completed the mission. Remove her hood, then leave.”
“…Yes.”
Xia Yi heard voices.
The blindfold over her eyes was removed, and her vision gradually returned.
It was the new nobles?
“Greetings, underworld boss Miss Twilight—or perhaps, I should call you… Your Highness, the Princess?”
