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Chapter 94 Impotent Rage

On the second floor of the Mage's Guild, in Zefer's private office, a furious roar shattered the door, extremely piercing.

"Ah—! You old bastard! How dare you hit me—!!"

Zefer, his hair disheveled and his eyes bloodshot, looked like a wild beast that had been thoroughly enraged. He suddenly turned around, grabbed the blue and white porcelain on the table, and slammed it fiercely against the ticking magical mechanical vertical bell in the corner.

Clang!

The blue and white porcelain shattered into pieces, and the magical mechanical clock was smashed, its dial, gears, and springs scattered all over the ground, the ticking sound abruptly ceasing.

That wasn't enough. Zeffer swept his hands across the long table, revealing quills, crystal inkwells, magic lamps, books, reports...

Everything seemed to have been swept away by a hurricane, crashing to the ground.

A cacophony of sounds—clatter, clang, clang—mingled together.

Immediately afterwards, Zefer, as if possessed, went on a rampage, smashing everything in the room...

Even though the thick wooden doors in the hallway provide excellent sound insulation, the noise from inside the rooms can still be clearly heard.

Association staff members passing by all lowered their heads and hurried past, none daring to linger for even a second longer.

After a short while, the room suddenly fell silent. The door opened wide, and a calm, almost icy voice came from inside.

"Call your assistant over and have them tidy up my room."

"yes!"

A female employee who happened to be passing by was so frightened that she froze and immediately responded, almost running downstairs.

A moment later, a girl named Linda, wearing the association's uniform, walked over cautiously.

Linda's face had turned pale with fright. She swallowed hard, forced a stiff smile, and tentatively called out into the room.

"Venerable Zefu, I'm coming in."

There was no reply from the room. Linda bit her lower lip and squeezed into the room sideways.

But when Linda saw the room clearly, she couldn't help but gasp.

The once luxuriously decorated office was now a mess, with debris everywhere, like a scene after a tornado had swept through.

Zeffer, who caused all of this, was slumped in a large leather chair, leaning back with his feet casually propped up on the table, his expression unreadable.

"Clean this place up completely."

Without even glancing at him, Zefer simply issued the order in a cold voice.

Linda knew very well that this was a task that one person could not complete in a short time.

But Linda dared not object, and could only squat silently on the ground, carefully picking up the scattered small items, her movements so light that she dared not make a sound.

Zeffer's anger had subsided considerably. He casually shifted his neck to change position, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of Linda squatting down.

The girl was petite with delicate features. Her tight-fitting uniform accentuated her slender curves, and her skin was fair and smooth, which inexplicably aroused Zefer's lower abdomen.

If there is fire, it must be vented.

Zeffer slowly propped himself up from the chair and silently approached Linda. From his elevated position, he peered through the girl's uniform at her slender waist.

Linda, crouching on the ground, was trembling all over, feeling as if her skin was being licked by a sticky tongue, which was extremely disgusting.

Linda learned about Zeffer's story from her colleagues.

This monk, relying on his family's power, often coerced and lured many young female employees in the association to "provide services," and often nothing came of it afterward.

Thinking about this made Linda even more flustered.

"A new face."

Zeffer's smile appeared unexpectedly beside Linda.

"what!"

Linda gasped in fright, her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground. Her hand accidentally pressed against a shard of glass, and bright red blood gushed out instantly.

Zefer's smile remained unchanged as he patiently offered words of comfort.

"Don't be afraid, actually I..."

"Don't come any closer!"

Before Zeffer could finish speaking, Linda grabbed the sharp shard of glass, pressed her hands tightly against her body in a defensive stance, completely ignoring the blood flowing from her palms.

Zeffer was momentarily stunned by the girl's resolute decision, a flash of annoyance crossing his eyes.

Just then, a male employee happened to pass by the door. Hearing the noise from inside the room, he glanced over instinctively.

When he saw what was inside, he trembled with fear and quickly hurried away without looking back.

Zefer was completely annoyed and waved his hand sternly, scolding him.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

"Phew~"

Linda felt like she had been granted a pardon. She forced back the tears welling up in her eyes, covered her injured hand, and hurriedly ran out of the office.

Zefer's mood worsened, and the anger in his chest began to surge again.

Although Zefer was fond of women, he was not one to be blinded by lust, and he would not make a mistake or leave any leverage for others during this sensitive period.

But the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Zefer kicked the broken cup on the ground hard. The cup was kicked hard and smashed against the already crooked magic bell, making another loud "bang".

Afterwards, Zeffer irritably sat back down in the leather chair, crossed his arms, closed his eyes to rest, and sulked alone.

However, standing beside the magic bell was a phantom blue figure, silently observing Zefer's every move.

In his ghost form, everything in Mark's vision is gray and white, somewhat similar to the death scenes in World of Warcraft, cold and lifeless.

A faint, fluctuating blue light emanated from Zefer, indicating his unstable soul state at that moment.

Mark had a thought, and with a light step, he crossed half the room and landed directly next to Zeffer's chair, without making a sound the whole time.

Mark's gaze fell on Zeffer's unsuspecting neck, and a sharp dagger silently slid out from under his sleeve and was gripped in his hand.

If Mark were to deactivate his ghostly state now and plunge his dagger into Zeffer's neck, he could easily end Zeffer's life.

But is this really the optimal solution?

Everyone in Changsha knows that killing someone isn't difficult; the difficulty lies in disposing of the body and dealing with the subsequent investigation.

If Mark were to openly murder Zeffer within the Mage's Guild, it would undoubtedly have extremely negative consequences.

If this alarms the association's higher-ups, or even the association's president, they will certainly use advanced magical methods to track down the real culprit.

With that thought in mind, Mark quietly sheathed his dagger.

In fact, he had already considered this issue before coming.

Mark shifted his gaze to the [Head] slot in the equipment bar in front of him.

[The Mind Flayer's Brain-Modified Slime King Core (Green)]

Completeness: 100%

[Effects]: "Mind encoding", "Charming humans", "Suggestion"

[Special]: Activate (57/100) — Requires sacrificing brain matter. 2-Circle Spell "Suggestion": Within casting range, release a suggestion of action (up to 25 words) to a creature, but cannot directly harm the target or its allies.

Killing someone yourself is too low-class. The best way is to make the other person commit suicide. This way, you can get revenge and clear your name at the same time.

But a crucial logical loop is missing here: why did Zefer commit suicide?