漂亮人妻当面被朋友玩弄

**Hey guys, I am currently on the road, vending at a Card Convention; thus, Today's and Tomorrow's only ones will be posted.

**PS WN's terrible uploaded screwed me hard and didn't update when it was supposed to so this chapter ended up being shorter than it was supposed to be, so long chapter tomorrow I guess.**

A few seconds before, Lithlen was pulled into the Shadow Realm by Cynrik.

Like Lithlen, Viktor wasn't doing so well. Unlike his comrade and fellow Headmaster, who effectively got off with a heavy-handed smack on the wrist, Viktor Opurn had been mercilessly beaten to such an extent that he was covered from head-to-toe with injuries. 

After sending off his son Jason like how Lithlen forcefully evacuated Leelan, Viktor was assaulted from all sides. 

Despite his peak level of Tier-5, Haylon ragdolled him like a child despite being at the mid-tier of Tier-6. Fluttering around him as if a ghost, Haylon brutally dismantled the weaker Viktor before tossing him away like a broken toy. 

One had to remember that instances where lower Tier beings hopped Tier were few and far between, and the fact that all of MyrkLys could do so was an example of how strange and otherworldly they were. 

At first, he had been smashed through the formerly prestigious grand staircase, but the battle between Haylon and the Governor had long since destroyed that fixture. 

Now, with the entire Mansion transformed into crumbling ruins, Viktor, unable to move, was buried under tons and tons of rubble. That is, until the moment he felt a tug on his wrists, neck, and ankles. 

Without being able to defend himself, Viktor, albeit unwillingly, sank into the ground. To his horror, the first thing he noticed in the weightless world of black and white was Cynrik, floating in the air and covered by a terrifying skeletal Mana construct. 

Recognizing this Construct as one of the mysterious "Uchiha Clan" skills in the young man's toolbox, The Susanoo, Viktor's eyes moved toward the mass of spinning Mana in the Construct's left hand. 

Realizing that whatever that spinning cluster of Mana in the Constructs hand was giving him a sensation no different than staring into the eyes of the Grim Reaper, Viktor flared his Aura as Mana coursed through his veins, and his Codex whirled up like a steam engine. 

Unfortunately, due to the injuries he had sustained from Haylon and the abundant Death Mana eating away at his Codex and Circuits, Viktor soon found himself losing control of his Mana. 

That wasn't all either; at some point, the inky black tendrils holding him in place had turned sharp enough to bite into his flesh. He felt a second, unknown Mana flowing into his body, further speeding up the deterioration of Mana Particles started by the Death Mana.

"Viktor Opurn, I sentence you to death for your crimes against myself and my organization MyrkLys. Your foolhardy arrogance, and pigheadedness in aiding that idiotic Grandfather of mine, has been your undoing." Cynrik's voice dropped on Viktor like a bombshell as an oppressive 15g of Killing Intent held him in place along with the tendrils. 

"N…no…no, YOU CANT KILL ME; I REFUSE TO DIE BY THE HANDS OF A MERE TIER-3 INSECT!" Fear turned to rage as Viktor struggled against his bindings, but it was useless. Physically his body may be at the Tier-5 standard and several leagues above Cynrik; however, his chosen path was that of the Mage, and given his circumstances, one without access to Mana. 

And as such, he was not only too weak to struggle but was being oppressed by both Killing Intent and the strange and dangerous Mana Types flowing freely and wreaking havoc in his body. 

"If that is all you have to say on death's doorstep, so be it. No one will know how you died. No one will mourn your loss, and I want you to die with this final thought…."

Manipulating the massive UTTB in his Susanoo's hand to begin its rotation, Cynrik sneered and brought his arm back like a baseball pitcher. 

"I will destroy everything you have ever held dear, your company, your legacy, even your lineage, starting with that piece of shit son of yours, Jason. UMBRAL-TAILED BEAST BOMB!" 

Heeding his call, Cynrik flung the attack at Viktor while dragging Lithlen into the Shadow Realm in two fluid movements. He was aware that, at best, his Grandfather would take some damage from the fall out of the attack, which would no doubt insta-kill Viktor Opurn; however, he wasn't stupid enough to believe that it would be sufficient to kill Lithlen as well. 

WOOOOOUUUUUMMMMMM!!!!

The trademark sound that generally accompanied his attack triggered instantly as the four massive spheres slammed into each other, generating a miniature black hole…right in the center of Viktor Opurn's chest. 

Viktor didn't even have enough time to release so much as a whimper as his chest cavity above center mass swirled around into the shrinking cluster of black matter. At that moment, Lithlen appeared less than 30 meters away from Viktor, and that was when the implosion expanded outward into a massive EXPLOSION!

BBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!

The initial impact was unlike anything Cynrik, Brance, or Geralt had ever witnessed. The first thing to happen was the rapid decompression of Viktor's body. 

With a black hole so close by, Cynrik knew it would suck the man's body in, but he didn't expect its continual rotation after detonation.

He first witnessed the subtle twisting of Viktor's chest, starting with his clothing and armor, but those were shredded almost instantly, followed shortly by his flesh, blood, and even bone; nothing was safe. 

This occurred in the first nanosecond after impact, during the WOUM sound; what followed after was simply pure, unadulterated chaos. 

Following the massive and concussive BOOM, Viktor's body swelled ten times his original size before…popping into particles, a huge step up compared to what happened the first time Cynrik had fired the Attack at a Tier-5 being, but that was because the factors in play were utterly different. 

The last being was at full power and hadn't suffered any injuries beforehand. In contrast, Viktor already had one foot in the grave, and the man was completely helpless and unable to conjure any protective measures. 

What followed was hurricane-class destructive winds generated by radiated Mana particles, which flew out so fast and so powerfully that it flung Lithlen away like a kite with its string broken. 

Cynrik, Brance, and Geralt weren't any better off either; luckily, the brothers were prepared for this. By positioning himself in front of his brother, Cynrik blocked the effects of the attack, protecting him since Cynrik is technically immune to the impact of his attacks, radiation, and wind.

What he wasn't immune to, though, his Susanoo made up for by flaring out its Mana before crossing its arms over its skeletal frame in an X-shape guard. Due to being a construct made from identical particles as the attack, it could quickly weather the storm. 

On the other hand, Geralt hurtled through the zero-g environment head over heels as he tumbled helplessly before slamming into a massive stone structure, which halted his eventual unfettered flight. 

Meanwhile, entirely at the mercy of the radiated wind, Lithlen's exposed flesh began decomposing, and turning to ash almost instantly, worsening his already bad injuries and causing him to appear like an avocado…or a particular red-suited Merc with a foul mouth.

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