THE ALMIGHTY WAR GOD

You'll Rot In Hell

The two disgusting men who were groping Jasmine turned back to see a man standing in the doorway with blazing blue eyes. It was none other than Magnus.

“Who the hell are you?” asked the blue-haired man, his eyes wide. Although the face of the man before him reminded him of Magnus, his brain refused to believe it was actually Magnus.

Magnus stepped forward, his foot landing on the broken door he had just kicked down.

“Hey, idiot! Answer when you’re asked a question!” the blue-haired man yelled, walking toward Magnus with his hands clenched and a fierce look on his face.

Thud! Thud!

Suddenly, the blue-haired man doubled over and vomited blood, while Magnus walked past him—eyes locked on the red-haired man.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?!”

The red-haired man stared at his blue-haired friend, anxious. But there was no answer. His friend was sprawled face-down, no longer moving.

He then shifted his focus to Magnus. Like the blue-haired man, he couldn't believe the figure walking toward him was Magnus.

Panicking, the red-haired man slid off the bed, dragging Jasmine with him. He clamped his arm around her. He pulled a folding knife from his pocket and pointed the tip at Jasmine’s throat.

“Stop moving closer or I’ll stab this bitch’s neck!” the red-haired man snarled.

Magnus stopped. The red-haired man thought Magnus had fallen for his threat, but Magnus only stopped because Jasmine was staring at him.

After three long years, Magnus was seeing his younger sister again. A cascade of emotions simultaneously filled his chest. And above all, his rage peaked.

“Don’t worry. You’re safe now,” Magnus said after a deep breath.

The red-haired man chuckled. “What did you say? She’s safe? Are you delirious or something? Can’t you see my folding knife is practically touching her skin?”

Magnus turned his eyes to the red-haired man. His gaze was icy.

“You’ll end up like your friend. But before that, you’ll tell me why you two pulled this despicable stunt on my sister,” said Magnus, letting his killing intent felt by the red-haried man.

The red-haired man gasped, frozen. He felt like his eyeballs were about to pop out of his head. 

Magnus stepped forward, gently moving the red-haired man’s right hand away from Jasmine's neck, then took the folding knife.

The red-haired man remained motionless while Magnus briefly turned to Jasmine, gently sitting her down on the edge of the bed.

“Close your eyes for a moment, or turn your face away,” he instructed.

Jasmine stared at Magnus, confused. Only when Magnus smiled and nodded did she close her eyes and turn her face away.

Magnus straightened up, turning back to the red-haired man. He touched the man's neck. A few seconds later, he knew exactly why the two men were there and what they were trying to do to Jasmine.

“You’ll rot in hell,” Magnus growled, the blue light in his eyes intensifying.

Still unable to move, the red-haired man stared at Magnus with widening pupils. Beads of sweat covered his face and neck.

Stab!

“Agh!!”

Magnus plunged the folding knife into the red-haired man’s neck, then pulled it out, sending a geyser of blood spurting from the wound.

The red-haired man fell to the floor, clutching his neck as blood continued to gush. His eyes and mouth were wide open as if his soul was being violently ripped out.

After the red-haired man stopped moving, Magnus sighed. The blue glow in his eyes dimmed. He turned back to Jasmine, crouching in front of her.

“You can open your eyes now,” he said softly.

Slowly, Jasmine’s eyelids lifted. Magnus smiled as before, trying his best to look friendly and warm. But Jasmine still looked at him, bewildered.

“Are you really Magnus?” Jasmine asked.

Magnus nodded. “I am,” he replied.

“But... didn't you die three years ago?”

Magnus didn't need to probe Jasmine's memory to guess what news she had received about him three years earlier.

“Whatever news you got three years ago, it was wrong. I didn't die. I was just... trapped in a far-off place, and I only got back today. I’m sorry.”

Jasmine still looked confused. “A far-off place? Where was that?”

“Well, a very distant place. I can't tell you exactly where. The important thing is, I’m back now.”

Jasmine’s brows furrowed further. She put her hands to her head.

“That’s enough. Don’t push yourself too much. Just rest for a bit. Okay?”

Magnus helped Jasmine up. He took his sister to another room—the one their mother previously used.

“You should rest. Sleep soundly. I'll wake you up later,” Magnus said, touching Jasmine’s forehead.

Unbeknownst to Jasmine, Magnus was using his magic to put her to sleep. As if hypnotized, Jasmine slowly closed her eyes. And, again without her realizing it, Magnus reached into her memory, searching for everything that had happened to his family over the past three years.

Magnus’s face suddenly clouded over. He took a long, sharp breath. Three years had passed, but his mother was apparently still in a coma. Not only that, both his siblings had been forced to work multiple part-time jobs just to survive. Jasmine had even taken a leave of absence from college for the last two semesters.

Magnus let out a long exhale. After making sure Jasmine was fast asleep, he returned to the previous room.

His gaze turned cold again as he looked at the bodies of the red-haired man and the blue-haired man. He approached the red-haired man’s corpse, crouched down, and patted the man’s pocket, taking the cell phone he found there.

He unlocked the phone. He checked the chat history until he finally knew where Julius was at that moment.

His rage flared up again. He stood up, activated his bright blue eyes, and said coldly, “System, eradicate them!”

A second later, a portal appeared in the room—it wasn't as large as before, and its color was lighter. And just like that, the bodies of the red-haired man and the blue-haired man were sucked into the portal, which then vanished.

Magnus put the red-haired man’s phone in his pocket and walked out of the room. He knew exactly where he had to go.

...

At a nightclub called Apple & Poison, downtown Merseyvale...

Music thumped loudly. People danced wildly on the floor, under the flashing disco lights.

Julius, along with three of his friends, sat drinking on long couches near the stage. Five plump, sexy women kept them company, hanging on them while also drinking and laughing falsely.

“Julius, next week, let us handle the debt collection. We want to taste that woman’s boobs too,” said one of Julius’s friends—the one with silver-dyed hair.

“Yeah, Julius. We want to squeeze them hard. When else do we get to enjoy a beautiful woman’s body for free? Right?” said his other long-haired friend.

“True,” echoed Julius’s third friend—the one with the thick beard. “It’s our turn to have fun with her. Can we, Julius?”

Julius smirked. The two sexy women on his left and right leaned on him, deliberately pressing their firm boobs against his body.

“Go for it. It can be arranged,” Julius said.

The three friends cheered, raising their glasses and celebrating Julius.

The smirk on Julius’s face widened. He then lunged at the sexy woman on his left and kissed her. He did the same to the sexy woman on his right.

At this point, Magnus entered the club and sat at the bartender’s counter, ordering a drink. While waiting for his order, he scanned the surrounding bar, sweeping and taking in the room.

And he found the person he was looking for: Julius.

The bartender served him the drink he ordered. He took it and stood up, walking toward the couches where Julius and his three friends were sitting.

When he was close enough, he swung the glass in his hand, causing the drink inside to barely miss hitting Julius.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?!” The silver-haired man jumped up and glared at Magnus.

Slap!

Magnus slapped the silver-haired man, making him stagger and fall to the floor. After that, he locked eyes on Julius.

Julius stared back. He immediately stood up, his expression suddenly tense.

“Who the fuck are you?”

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