BXBX NOVEL Chapter 130: Are you crazy?
They could not believe it—let him go? After all the chaos he had caused, after manipulating Lord Victor, and after killing Lyuzen's clone in the ruined magical world?
The mere suggestion was insane.
Lord Victor's jaw clenched as he glared at Lyerin through narrowed eyes.
He had been outwitted once, played like a puppet on strings by this very boy standing before him in that cage.
The humiliation of being manipulated, especially by someone like Lyerin—a halfling—still burned inside him like a poison he could never purge.
His voice, sharp and dripping with suppressed rage, broke the silence.
"Let you go? After all the trouble you've caused? Do you really believe we're that foolish?"
Victor's words hung in the air, but Lyerin remained as calm as ever, his gaze never faltering.
Lyuzen's face, however, was a mask of restrained fury.
His clone's death still lingered heavily in his thoughts, a mark of failure that had torn through his pride.
It was one thing to lose to an equal, but to have his clone—a reflection of himself—defeated by his own son was beyond intolerable.
His hands flexed at his sides as he struggled to suppress his rising anger.
How could Lyerin, after everything, expect any form of mercy?
But it wasn't just Victor and Lyuzen who were consumed by disbelief.
The others in the room, higher-ups and trusted elites of the Borgias family, exchanged uneasy glances.
There was a murmur of confusion, frustration, and fear rippling through the air like a gathering storm.
Even the scarred man in the suit, who had maintained his cold, calculated demeanor up until now, began to falter. His steely eyes flickered with uncertainty as he stared at Lyerin.
The scarred man, whose face was marred by explosions from Lyerin's doing, slowly turned his attention to a scroll he had been holding.
He had been briefed earlier to check it should the situation demand it, but the current circumstances seemed far from appropriate.
However, his curiosity piqued as Lyerin's words replayed in his mind.
With slow, deliberate movements, the man opened the scroll.
There were two papers inside.
The first one unfurled in his hands, and as his eyes scanned the intricate markings and text, his expression shifted dramatically from suspicion to outright shock.
His voice, unsteady for the first time in years, echoed through the tense room. "This... this is the method to awaken the Spirit Manifestation of the Borgias Family... It's all here... detailed, clear... easy to understand..."
The others, now intrigued, crowded closer to the scarred man, their eyes widening as they realized the gravity of the document.
Spirit Manifestation was a long-lost technique, a power that would allow them to unlock their true potential.
A power that had been their dream for all years in the Borgias family history, thought unattainable for centuries.
Was now in their hands this easy?
Victor's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why… why would you give us this?"
Lyerin, who had been watching them with a bemused expression, smiled. His tone was almost playful as he responded, "Check the second letter."
The scarred man hesitated for a brief moment, then unfurled the second scroll.
As his eyes scanned the message written there, the blood drained from his face, and he took a step back, visibly shaken.
His voice cracked as he read aloud the chilling words:
"I want you to be the strongest so I can enjoy taking all the lights of life in all of you, and I want it to be all at your peak."
The entire room went dead silent.
Every person in the room felt an involuntary shiver run down their spine.
The scarred man's hand trembled as he held the paper, his gaze locked onto Lyerin. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked, barely able to form the words.
Lyerin, still eerily calm, looked the scarred man directly in the eyes. "Isn't it incredibly clear? I want all of you at your strongest. I want to face you when you've reached the pinnacle of your power... so that when I destroy you, it will be a feat worthy of my own amusement."
There was no bravado in his words. No pretense.
Just the cold, stark truth of his intentions. And that truth chilled them to the bone.
The scarred man's voice was tight with disbelief. "You gave us the method to awaken our Spirit Manifestation... just so you can annihilate us at our peak?"
Lyerin's eyes gleamed with something dark and twisted. "Of course. Isn't that amazing?"
There was a pause, a beat in which everyone's mind raced to comprehend the madness of what they were hearing.
It was Victor who broke the silence, his voice barely concealing the anger bubbling inside him. "You're insane. Completely mad."
Lyerin's smile widened into something unsettling, almost gleeful.
"I am. I've finally accepted that. I've spent years trying to figure out whether this… insanity came from the trauma you Borgias Family caused me, whether I could change, whether there was something left inside me worth saving." His voice dropped, turning sharper, more vicious. "But now I know. It's not the trauma. It's not you.
This darkness is mine. I was born with it. I've always been like this."
His laugh was loud, jarring, and full of unhinged amusement. "Hahahahahaha! For the sake of fun! Hahahaha!"
The room remained frozen as Lyerin's laughter echoed off the walls, reverberating through the space with a manic intensity.
He wasn't calm and composed anymore. Instead, he looked like someone who had finally freed himself from the last vestiges of sanity, reveling in the chaos he was about to unleash.
His eyes burned with a hunger, a thirst for destruction that no one in the room had ever seen before.
Lord Victor's hands trembled at his sides, his teeth clenched so tightly that his jaw ached.
Somehow, he felt he had been played Again.
Manipulated by the same little monster he had underestimated once before.
The thought of Lyerin—no, this beast—being free to act on his twisted desires terrified him in a way that few things ever had.
Lyuzen, on the other hand, was silent, his face a cold mask. Yet underneath that stoic exterior, rage and disbelief warred for dominance.
His own son, his flesh and blood, had not only betrayed him but had set in motion a plan so crazy, cruel, so calculated, that it left even him at a loss for words.
Is he even saying all this?
The other Borgias members exchanged uneasy glances, their confidence shaken.
They had prepared for many things, but none of them had anticipated this.
Lyerin's plan was beyond anything they could have imagined—he didn't want revenge.
He didn't want power or control. He wanted to destroy them. All of them. Not out of anger, but because he found it amusing.
Finally, it was the scarred man who spoke, his voice tinged with both fear and confusion. "What… what are you thinking? Are you really so mad that you'd destroy your own family just for entertainment?"
Lyerin's eyes glinted with dark humor. "Absolutely. And the best part? I'm going to enjoy every second of it."
His words hit them like a tidal wave, washing over them with a horrifying finality.
It sounds crazy, impossible and unbelievable but somehow, his tone, his voice was portraying that he is not joking.