Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

The Hidden Servants summoned by Adam dashed through the building and started throwing Potions of Explosions in certain key areas.

A series of explosions rang throughout the establishment, causing the people inside and outside to be completely stunned.

The once lavishly adorned pleasure house descended into utter chaos as explosions blasted through its walls.

Its serene ambiance was shattered in an instant, replaced by the deafening roar of detonations and the smell of smoke and burning fabric.

Panic spread like wildfire among the patrons and the staff working at the pleasure house. Screams for help echoed through the corridors as people scrambled for safety.

The floor beneath trembled with each explosion. Moreover, the sound of glass shattering and the walls tumbling made the atmosphere even more hellish.

In the private suites on the second floor, patrons and courtesans stumbled over each other as they desperately tried to escape.

The expressions on the faces of the patrons were filled with fear and panic. But the courtesans, their eyes could be seen flashing with hope.

On the first floor, the scene was even more frantic. Near the main entrance, a stampede of people pressed against each other, trying to get out.

Some even broke open windows and leaped out, disregarding everything.

The pleasure house behind them had been covered in flames. It was a storm of panic and destruction.

Outside the establishment, a large number of crowd had gathered. They were all people that had just escaped from this hellish place.

A large number of people had congregated from elsewhere after hearing the large commotion. When they arrived and witnessed the scene of this three-story building covered in flames, they were speechless.

After some inquiry, they found out that there had been a huge battle on the second floor of the building. And before anyone knew it, the entire place was engulfed in flames.

Some workers of the pleasure house claimed to see crystal vials containing orange liquids levitating in the air and smashing against the walls and curtains inside.

Others exaggerated this scene even more and argued that it was the spirit of the dead that had come to seek revenge, burning this building to the ground.

Amidst the crowd, a few dozen Magi stood out. Unlike the others who were standing and witnessing this mind-blowing scene unfold, they were hastily running far away from this place.

These were the same people who had just witnessed Adam brutally murder Cade, a Rank 2 Magi, Roy, and incapacitate the owners of the pleasure house, Atkin and Nara Rollins.

They couldn't believe that the madman had actually burned this place to the ground.

Without even casting another glance at The Velvet Dreams, these Magi scurried in different directions, aiming to leave the red-light district—no, the City of Acryon—as soon as possible.

At another place near the crowd, a group of courtesans clung to each other, their faces pale and their eyes shining with great expectation.

A young elf couldn't help but ask her friends as tears streamed down her eyes, "Is it over? Are we finally… free?"

None of the other courtesans replied. They didn't know the answer.

They continued to stare at this building, this cage that had restricted their freedom for all these years, now being bathed in flames and slowly burning to the ground.

…

In the dungeon built directly below the establishment, a group of about a dozen Magi had erupted in panic.

When they felt the explosions going off above them, they knew something had gone terribly wrong. After all, something like this had never happened in The Velvet Dreams before.

This establishment was owned and run by two mighty Rank 2 Magi, and according to some rumors, there was even a Rank 3 Magi secretly supporting this business from the shadows.

Taking all this into consideration, there was no sane man who would try to destroy this place.

But the constant rumblings happening above ground, and the dust and debris falling from the ceiling told them otherwise.

A middle-aged man glanced at his comrades and nervously gulped. "S-Shall we go and take a look upstairs?"

"Are you crazy?! Let's just run!" Another Magi said.

"B-But." The man turned back around and glanced at the rows of prison cells behind him. "What about them? We were told to strictly guard—"

His words came to an abrupt halt when they suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from the direction of the dungeon entrance.

Everyone simultaneously turned their heads and glanced at the imposing black gate. From the footsteps, they could infer that it was only one person.

Or an enemy?

They didn't know.

They glanced at each other and saw the fear and nervousness in each other's eyes. Then, they finally came to a decision.

The group of Magi brandished their weapons and readied their material components, preparing for battle. With bated breaths, they sensed the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer.

Until finally, the gate was unlocked and it creaked open.

A figure wearing well-fitted black robes and donning a black cape came into view. This man walked with his hands clasped behind his back and calmly approached the dozen Magi.

He wore a black pointy hat on his head. His facial expressions were concealed. The Magi couldn't make out how he looked.

However, they could see a pair of jet-black eyes shining with a white lotus pattern. Moreover, there were two streaks of bloody tears trickling down his face.

Adam coldly glanced at these Magi who were looking at him with incredulous expressions.

"Leave or die."

A moment of silence ensued before the group of Magi burst into laughter.

Although they could sense that this person in front of them was very likely to be Rank 2 Magus based on the mana signature radiating from him, so what?

A dozen Rank 1 Magi was more than enough to deal with a single Rank 2 Magus.

"Oi, bastard!" A bald, middle-aged man pointed his finger at Adam. "What's happening upstairs? Is it your comrades' doing?"

Adam didn't reply to this man. He glanced at everybody and a moment later, he nodded to himself.

"So you've chosen death."

The next moment, before the group of Magi could even react, Adam had already cast his spell.

Rank 1 Spell: Magic Missile!

Four orbs of pure mana shot toward the group of Rank 1 Magi. Their laughter came to an abrupt halt, replaced by wails of torment.

In but a few moments, the heads of these Magi had been viciously pierced by the Magic Missiles.

They had all died.

Adam stepped over the corpses of these people who had dared to underestimate him and had now paid with their lives.

Then, he stood in front of the rows of prison cells and gazed at the shadowy silhouettes of people within them.

His lips parted and he softly muttered, "It's time."