I Become A Mob Character In A Novel

Chapter 91: Chapter No.91 Showdown (11)

[Samael Ashwood's POV]

[Ding...]

A system notification goes off in my mind, and a smile makes its way to my face.

'And it seems I can make my move...'

Clarissa looked at me, her eyes

Clarissa hesitated, her gaze dropping to the table as she wrestled with the weight of the information she was about to divulge. After a tense moment, she looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and resolve.

"There are a few," she began cautiously. "My father has always been careful, keeping his most trusted allies in the shadows. But I've overheard names... whispers of powerful individuals who've aided him in his research, people who stand to gain from his success."

"Names, Clarissa," I urged, my tone leaving no room for evasion. "We can't afford any half-truths or omissions. Not now."

She nodded, taking a deep breath. "There is this group of rogue mages and knights banded together doing unspeakable things in the name of power. They call themselves the 'Crimson Circle.' They're not bound by any kingdom or allegiance—just a thirst for forbidden magic and the promise of immortality. They've been working with my father for years, providing resources, knowledge, and... test subjects."

"Crimson Circle huh~ Nah never heard of them," I said while searching for it in my memories of og novel.

"They do their job... effectively. Leaving no survivors which makes them almost impossible to trace," Clarissa continued, her voice tinged with unease. "They operate in the shadows, leaving no evidence behind, no loose ends. Even within their ranks, members are often unaware of each other's identities."

I tapped my fingers on the table, deep in thought. The Crimson Circle... a rogue faction that had eluded even the most vigilant powers in the kingdom. If they were as clandestine and ruthless as Clarissa described, then this was more than just a battle against her father. It was a war against an entire network of power-hungry maniacs.

"And these 'test subjects'?" I asked, my voice lowering as I pressed for details. "What are we dealing with? What exactly has your father been experimenting on?"

Clarissa swallowed hard, her discomfort evident. "Every race... except Angels," She clutched her hand so tight it turned white. "After confronting my... father and before coming here, I checked his room and found the latest report on the experiments." Her voice trembled as she spoke, the weight of her words sinking into the silence between us.

"He's been trying to create something beyond the abominations you destroyed. Something... worse."

"Worse?" I echoed, my mind racing through the possibilities. "What exactly is he trying to create, Clarissa?"

She hesitated, her fear palpable. "He calls them 'Chrono-Wraiths.' They're designed to manipulate time itself, He imparted them with the essence of Xandros's... seeds and the Vampire's immortality aspects from blood rituals. They're not just abominations—they're living paradoxes, entities that defy the natural order.

My father believes that by merging time manipulation with immortality, he can create beings that are unbound by the constraints of reality itself."

The gravity of her words hit me like a cold wave. Chrono-Wraiths. If even a fraction of what she was saying was true, then her father wasn't just a madman—he was playing god, tampering with forces that could unravel the very fabric of existence.

"And he's planning to unleash these... things?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous.

"He's still in the testing phase," Clarissa replied, her voice trembling. "But he's close. He believes that once he perfects the process, he will use it on himself, gaining ultimate power and immortality. It's not just about him anymore. He's planning to unleash these creatures on a grand scale—against anyone who stands in his way, and perhaps even to rewrite history itself."

"Well, he's got the ambition, I'll give him that," I said, my tone grim. "But do you know what's even worse? He's managed to create a situation where the only way to stop him is to dive headfirst into the very heart of his madness."

Clarissa's eyes locked onto mine, her expression a mix of fear and determination. "So what's the plan?"

"We start by targeting his safehouse," I said, laying out the strategy. "We'll need to infiltrate it, gather more intel on his operations, and eliminate his support structure if possible. That means dealing with the Crimson Circle as well."

Knock! Knock!

"Darling~ Mother's back!"

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[To Be Continued]

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