abnormal mutation

Chapter 174 Spider Hunt
"Committee Member Otto is here."

"Good evening……"

Upon seeing Roland enter, the surrounding guests rushed forward to greet him with great enthusiasm.

Roland is now a public figure, having appeared on the covers of various newspapers and magazines. He is the youngest executive in a super conglomerate, handsome, rich, and promising. It would be difficult for him not to become famous.

Those gossip reporters live outside the villa every day, but Roland doesn't follow the usual path. If they can't get the news, they'll make it up. They'll do anything to grab attention.

Fortunately, they knew this was one of the Northern Merchant Guild's headquarters, so they didn't dare to go too far, and Roland didn't pay much attention to it either.

Many guests valued Roland's abilities more; since he took over the security consulting firm, the company's size and business volume have exploded, showing a strong growth momentum.

Roland responded to each of them, saying that those who came were all people of high status, and that selecting a few to bring into the Hive would make them natural allies.

Is there any stronger bond of interests than the Hive Network platform?
At first, it wasn't obvious, but after a few weeks of development, many nobles, including Duke, Carmen, Bernardot, and Katu, joined the Hive and established their own organizations on the platform, resulting in a significant shift in the family's development plan.

The tasks issued by Hive's official team and security consulting firms are increasingly proactive.

With such assistance, it couldn't be easier for Roland to cause trouble.

The theme of today's dance is Valentine's Day, and there are many young men and women from various families. The atmosphere is relaxed.

There are no formal dinners; people stand to get their food; the gardens, ballrooms, and restaurants are filled with small groups of people, making it a more social setting.

Roland was very satisfied with this arrangement, as it meant he could slip away at any time.

However, he was always the center of attention wherever he went, and even with Beyana by his side, he couldn't escape the attention of those red-eyed socialites and noblewomen.

At first, he politely refused, but later, unable to bear it any longer, he simply put on a stern face and coldly refused one after another.

Until that ding-dong sound came.

Roland gave Beyana a wink, and the girl understood, getting up to lead him upstairs.

"I've lost my innocence because of you." Beyana glanced at the eyes of those around her and knew without guessing what they were thinking.

Beneath the glamorous upper-class lifestyle lies a shameless and immoral nature, especially in such situations. Once animal instincts kick in, gardens, lakesides, bushes, corridors, and restrooms are filled with the entangled figures of lonely men and women.

"You still care about this? Didn't you say you wanted to be self-reliant and enter the higher sequence?" Roland teased.

"It's a choice I had to make, just kidding. I'd be laughing in my sleep if I could get into the middle sequence," Beyana said helplessly.

As they spoke, the two arrived at the lounge, closed the door, and Roland went into the restroom alone.

A few seconds later, Beyana pushed open the door and entered; the bathroom was empty. She sat back down on the bed, staring blankly out the window, lost in thought.

…………

The opera house was filled with music.

The opera has not yet started, and the audience is entering in an orderly manner.

Roland stood discreetly on the top floor, quietly observing all the spectators.

The opera house is very large, with five floors, and is decorated mainly in gold, giving it a luxurious look. At the innermost part are a wide curtain and stage, and in the center is the largest number of cassettes, with the orchestra pit in between.

The other three sides are all audience seating areas. Except for the upper-level seats at the very back, the rest are mostly VIP seats with private boxes and good views.

In a short time, the opera house was filled with thousands of audience members, most of whom were well-dressed and accompanied by female companions.

Roland never watched operas and couldn't appreciate them. He would have preferred to use that time to torment Julia. That's how vulgar he was.

As the doors closed, the theater lights gradually dimmed.

Closing his eyes, Roland envisioned the life-giving flames of thousands of people, some strong, some weak, with two particularly intense and surging flames emanating from the second-floor VIP box opposite the stage, a dozen meters apart. He descended to the second floor and immediately recognized the special envoy named Edmund, dressed in a black suit, his expression serious, but his eyes darting around with a cunning glint in them.

Another person in the middle section was in another box, whom he also knew: entertainment mogul Simon Cowell, who owned the opera house.

'The prey is caught in the trap, but there are witnesses.' Roland sighed inwardly; every time he stirred up trouble, something unexpected always happened.

Roland had been inactive for a long time, accumulating more mystery and making his web even more concealed. His strength was also much greater than before, but it was unrealistic to take down a mid-series extraordinary individual silently.

His original plan was to use spider webs to create a small illusion to confuse the audience around Edmund, and he was confident that he could take him down in just a few minutes.

However, such a level of illusion could not possibly escape the notice of a mid-level extraordinary being who was right next to them.

'I hope you'll be sensible.' Roland decided to go all in; the worst-case scenario was killing two of them.

He first adjusted the style of his clothes, changing the formal dress into a hooded trench coat, and altered his face and figure to resemble Nelson, the deacon of the Thistle Merchant Guild.

As the opera begins, a giant spider appears, carrying him swiftly through its web, gradually closing it up until the cocoon is fully formed.

Edmund, engrossed in the opera, suddenly stood up, glanced around with a unease, but everything seemed normal, so he had no choice but to sit down again.

But his body was tense, and his eyes were darting around, as if he had sensed something.

'Quite alert, what a pity...'

With a wave of his hand, Roland sent countless spider silks flying and intertwining, dividing the space around Edmund and Cowell. Thousands of spider silks, like venomous snakes hunting, cautiously approached.

The surrounding audience members had dazed, empty eyes, seemingly lost in the illusion created by the opera and their subconscious, and appeared to be thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Something is wrong!
Edmund immediately realized what was happening and tried to get up, but his body felt like it was stuck in a swamp, sticky and heavy, and it was extremely difficult to move even a centimeter.

He was horrified. Looking up, he saw a dense spider web in his spiritual vision, crisscrossing and stretching as far as the eye could see, with no beginning or end.

A giant, colorful spider was perched in the center of the theater, coldly looking down at him as if he were the protagonist of the opera.

"save……"

His mouth opened, but his urgent voice couldn't travel even half a meter away; his heart was filled with despair.

The giant spider rushed over at lightning speed, its segmented limbs dancing out afterimages, slowly processing him like a woven work of art.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

What ordinary people can't hear is like a thunderclap to Cowell.

He looked around blankly, everything seemed normal, but as soon as he activated his spiritual vision, the illusion shattered, and he felt as if the sky had collapsed!

A mysterious figure sitting cross-legged on a giant spider is "hunting" the special envoy from the capital.

He was surrounded by dense spider silk, like thousands of venomous snakes, which was extremely terrifying.

"Shh!"

Roland raised an index finger to his lips, grinned, and revealed a set of gleaming white teeth.

Cowell tensed up, his hair standing on end. He glanced at the increasingly sluggish special envoy, then silently turned away, pretending not to see him.

If the fighting had been intense, he might have chosen to side with the special envoy, but now…

He secretly prepared for battle, praying that his opponent would consider his status and not cause any unnecessary trouble.

(End of this chapter)