Curse The Mainframe - Chapter 393

Thinking about it now, this situation didn’t have a silver lining at all.

The Meisters in the headquarters all changed their faces, becoming incomparably serious.

This had to be an enemy attack! Otherwise, why would it become like this without any warning? The company was likely about to suffer a calamity.

But, now, even if they wanted to help, they were trapped inside here. It was the first time that they felt that the ‘securities’ were more of a burden than a benefit.

One of the Meisters couldn’t sit still, yet they weren’t able to do anything since the shutters had already come down.

Even if they wanted to break out, one had to rely on pure physical strength alone, which they did not have.

Nowadays, everyone relied on their magic to boost their own strength, making them faster and stronger, but the downside was, their own body didn’t contain that much strength.

While they were already Meisters, their body was only more resilient than those who were under this stage. Without magic, they couldn’t increase their body’s strength at all.

The three of them were like ants on a hot stove. They couldn’t sit still. Yet, their hearts were itchy because they could only sit still!

They tried to listen to the situation outside, but it was very quiet.

Since their quarters were separated from the rest of the people, showing off their superior status, there was no sound at all.

It only made them more anxious.

How could this be?

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The Spectres moved throughout the headquarters like a locust plague. Originally, the people in the headquarters still didn’t know about this situation, but when more and more of them died under the black-clothed figures, someone eventually saw it.

“Intruder alert!” that person shouted, anxiety eating up their hearts.

This was bad.

Today was the day that they were preparing to move headquarters again, so there were more people here, and also less alert. That was because everyone was occupied by their duties today, and there was no time for them to lose.

Thinking of this, the person’s face could not help but become bad.

The intruders sure picked an optimal time to infiltrate them!

They must have planned extensively, considering how swiftly they were being cut down. It was like they were cutting down radishes instead of human beings.

The poor soul felt a chill go up his spine, and he hurriedly ran towards the giant button in the wall.

He slammed his fist on it, but nothing happened.

Stunned, his mouth opened wide, his eyes disbelieving.

He slammed the big red button a few more times, but it was true. Nothing happened. His panic was growing at a very quick rate. Things really could not get any worse.

Then, before he could do anything else, he was already taken out from behind. The last thing he saw in his life was a big red button…

Yuki looked dispassionately at the person who collapsed on the wall, staining the previously white wall red as he slumped down.

The Sin quickly moved on together with his team, the three of them acting in perfect harmony.

In a triangular-shaped position, the three of them swept through all the rooms, dispatching most of the people with great ease.

There were a few of them who put up a fight, but it was short-lived.

Their blood was pumping, boiling. Their eyes almost seemed to shine, and it was as if a fresh breath of air was given to them.

They were on the verge of going crazy, but they danced on the line of sanity and insanity through repeated practice.

It was something that their Boss had implemented into their training without fail, and now, all of the Spectres were able to achieve this state without losing their mind to their bloodl.u.s.t.

Compared to the days where they were slaves to the instincts of their Societype, they were now fully in control.

The sounds of blood splattering and tragic cries filled the place, and the smell of blood wafted through the air.

There were more than a few of them who were running around, terrified out of their wits, yet the Spectres descended on them like grim reapers, reaping their lives without any mercy.

More than a few people would have sucked in cold breaths seeing this situation, and it was lucky for them that the Spectres did not show their faces.

Had this situation got out, no doubt the people who were doubting the emperor’s decree would retaliate fiercely, using this situation as an example of the crazy Sins. It would be used to start a rebel movement.

But the Spectres were fully in control of themselves.

Though they were feeling the bloodl.u.s.t inside them, calming it down, they were perfectly in control of their movements and could stop any time they wished.

Boss had ordered them to clean the place out, and that was what they were going to do.

At this moment, Hayden discovered a path that led further downwards in the headquarters, and he raised a brow.

“Yuki. Rose. There’s a path there.”

The two turned their heads in surprise.

“Huh. You’re right. Should we check it out?”

“Yeah. After all, it was really well-hidden!”

The three blood-stained figures pried open the door, and the stairs that led downwards gave them no indication of what was down there.

Hayden paused, sniffing. “Smells stale. Stale blood, and other unpleasant things. There’s something else, but… I can’t… I can’t tell what it is.”

Yuki thought about it, activating his Magitype. He could see various footprints coming in and out of the place, but they all overlapped in a heaped mess. It took him more than ten minutes before he realized that some footsteps headed both in and out, while others only headed in.

He also noted some sort of animal or creature prints that seemed rather large, but he didn’t know what they belonged to, which was strange.

“A dungeon,” Yuki said with conviction, nodding his head.

Rosabel shrugged. “An enemy of an enemy is thy friend?”

Yuki frowned, but he didn’t disagree either. They would have to see first.

The three of them descended down into the depths of the dungeon, noting the dated way that this place was built.

There were torches lit and hung at the side of the wall.

The place was barely lit, and it was dark and damp.

The further down they headed, the more the musty and stale stench grew, becoming almost overpowering.

It was especially so for Hayden, who closely relied on his smell.

They descended down into the darkness, and their vision was only lit by tiny glowing embers along the way, barely illuminating the places that their feet touched.

It was so dark that they could barely make out the outline of their bodies, but none of them were nervous.

Instead, a sense of excitement welled up inside them. They had a feeling that this place was going to be important, and their Boss would definitely pay attention to it.

Time ticked on, and there was nothing but their breathing and the sound of feet meeting stairs, causing their hair to stand on end.

If one had a richer imagination, they could even imagine that they were descending into the depths of hell.

They continued to go down step by step for a long time, until their feet finally hit flat ground.

All of a sudden, something lunged, causing Hayden to fall flat on his back.