Magus Supremacy - Chapter 691
Capítulo 691: Guys, It’s the Supreme Magus!
CHAPTER 691
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In a bar, within a certain faction, several individuals could be seen on the upper floor, seated comfortably with drinks in hand, chatting cheerfully.
“Honestly, I still can’t figure out the second use of this shield that the Supreme Magus created for me,” Brook muttered with a quiet sigh.
Nobody responded as they all silently chugged their drinks, lost in their own thoughts.
These were the Crimson Lotus Clan members drinking in a bar, enjoying their usual gathering.
“Man, I feel like we aren’t really doing what we’re supposed to be doing as a clan,” Alba murmured, exhaling heavily.
Judy slowly glanced at her with a timid smile.
“So… what do you think we should do?” she asked softly.
Alba shrugged, letting out another sigh.
“I honestly have no idea. We have no missions lined up. I would have suggested hunting beasts,” she said, pausing while stretching and yawning before continuing, “But right now, I’m far too lazy to do anything productive.”
Ash, seated beside Lance, gently nudged him with a calm look.
“What’s wrong with you? You haven’t said a word this whole time.”
Lance let out a quiet sigh, his gaze fixed on his bottle.
“It’s nothing. I was just thinking about the partnership we hope to form with the Supreme Magus. We don’t even know what he looks like.”
Killian clicked his bottle lightly while nodding in agreement.
“I agree. The Behemoth Clan is chasing him right now, and I’m certain their leader won’t remain silent after he killed hundreds of their men.”
Lilly turned toward the duo, curiosity in her eyes.
“I wonder where he even comes from.”
Upon hearing those words, Ash’s eyes widened and his skin crawled. His already pale complexion turned even paler in an instant.
Seeing his reaction, Alba raised an eyebrow, staring at the alchemist with curiosity.
“What’s wrong with you? Why do you suddenly look like you’ve seen a ghost?” she asked, puzzled.
“It’s… it’s just that I remembered something during the battle with the Behemoth Clan,” Ash admitted, his voice low and uneasy.
Everyone’s eyebrows rose sharply in surprise.
“Really? What is it?” someone asked.
Ash slowly nodded, keeping his eyes on the table, staring at his bottle which reflected back his cadaverous face.
“The Supreme Magus… he is not of this world,” he stated solemnly.
Alba, hearing this, let out a quiet chuckle.
“I think we’ve figured that out already, based on how you described his abilities,” she remarked, smirking slightly.
Ash shook his head vigorously, his face tightening with seriousness.
“No, you don’t understand. I’m not just saying he’s not of this world in a casual sense. I mean… I think he is something far beyond that.”
Lilly frowned, confused.
“What? Like a god or something?” she asked incredulously.
Brook couldn’t contain himself and let out a loud, hearty laugh, slapping the table repeatedly.
“A god? Seriously? Hahaha! Just because he uses strange abilities we don’t comprehend, you think he’s… PFFFFFFT! Hahaha!”
Nobody responded.
They simply watched Brook laughing uncontrollably, a tear sliding down the corner of his eye as he doubled over in amusement.
‘Hmph,’ Alba mused silently to herself, saying nothing, as she quietly began chugging her drink.
Soon enough, her bottle was empty. She looked around the table and noticed that some of her clan members’ bottles were still full.
With a mischievous smirk, her hand shot out like a blur toward Killian’s bottle, ready to snatch it away.
But a soft slap landed on the back of her hand, making her recoil with a loud yelp.
“What were you trying to do?” Killian asked, frowning as he quickly pulled his bottle back, holding it tightly in his hands.
Alba scowled, pouting slightly.
“You’re suddenly getting faster, eh?” she said teasingly, still frowning.
Killian grinned, pride in his eyes.
“Thanks to this pair of swords that the Supreme Magus modified. It enhances my speed a bit, which allows me to contend with you now.”
“Tsk.” Alba tossed her head aside with a frown, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.
“I also want myself a modified weapon,” she grunted, irritation and desire mixed in her tone.
The others couldn’t help but chuckle quietly among themselves.
She turned to them with a raised eyebrow, her expression questioning.
“What?” she demanded.
Lance calmly wiped a tear that had formed from laughing so hard, shaking his head.
“If someone sees you like this, they would never guess that you are a stage 7 warrior and the leader of this clan. They might think you’re just some teenager or something. Hahaha!”
Alba didn’t reply, staring at the table with an exasperated scowl.
“I’m not a teenager,” she said, pouting her lips cutely. “Although, I do look like one, right? Judy?”
Hearing her name, the young woman’s chest skipped a beat. Her cheeks flushed red as she slowly lowered her gaze to the table.
“Yes, big sis, you do look like a teenager. A beautiful one at that,” Judy whispered softly.
Alba’s grin widened, pride shining through.
“Thank you, Judy,” she said warmly.
“Alright,” Ash heaved a sigh as he stood up. His chair scraped against the floor as it slid back.
“I have a lot of work to get ba—”
He froze mid-sentence as he noticed everybody’s eyes widening in horror.
“Wh…”
Instantly, everyone shot upright.
The earlier drunkenness on their faces vanished, replaced by sober, serious expressions as they went on high alert, staring intently… not at Ash, but at something beside him.
This caused the pale alchemist to spin around swiftly, only to see an ashen portal opening in the air beside him.
“Crap! Is it a portal break?” he shouted, leaping backward quickly to put distance between himself and the ominous gateway.
Alba’s hands began glowing red as she glared at the portal, a mask of complete seriousness etching her face.
“We need to evacuate the people downstairs in—”
Her words cut short.
Falling from the portal, a human figure landed on the ground with a heavy thud before the portal snapped shut with a loud, buzzing crackle.
Holding her hand back, Alba motioned for the others to stay put as she stepped forward cautiously, each movement measured and deliberate.
She continued until she stood a few feet from the figure lying battered and bloodied on the ground.
His red hair clung to his face, partially concealing it, but one thing was clear: he was still alive, though badly injured.
“ARGHHHH!” The figure roared in pain, causing Alba to stumble back instinctively.
Her gaze fell on the robe he wore, her eyes widening in realization.
“Alba! What is it?” Ash called urgently.
“Purple robe, red hair…” she murmured.
Crackle, Crackle!
Lightning fizzled around the figure’s hand as he began panting heavily, huffing with effort.
“Al… Alba,” the figure croaked, his voice weak but full of recognition.
At that moment, Alba knew with certainty who it was.
“Guys! It’s the Supreme Magus!” she shouted, pointing toward the battered figure as her voice rang with both shock and awe.