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As time passed, little by little.

Whether it was Finn's creation magic or the dark magic Wanda had learned from the Darkhold, there was now a clearly noticeable leap in their abilities.

It wouldn't be long before the mysterious figure watching them would be very surprised—or perhaps something unexpected might occur.

"Where are you going to play today?"

After a few days, Finn had finally settled his affairs and made some clear arrangements.

Of course, while managing these matters, he never forgot to relax now and then.

So today, seeing the sky bright and sunny, he thought to ask Wanda to go out with him.

But the witch's response caught him completely off guard.

"No. We need to continue practicing dark magic at home."

Wanda said it with a serious expression.

But when Finn looked at her more closely, the Dark Witch wore a helpless look, as though even she didn't fully understand what had taken over her.

"Oh, come on. I need to master all this dark magic. Time is running out—and if I can't help you when it matters most, I'll regret it."

Wanda didn't hide her thoughts. She shared them openly and directly with Finn.

He nodded at once when he heard her.

After quickly packing a few things, he waved goodbye to Wanda and Agatha and stepped outside alone.

Naturally, he didn't stray too far. He opted instead to wander through the streets of New York City.

After all, it was still a good idea to explore. Not only could he learn more about this world, but he could also try all kinds of delicious food. You could say it was killing three birds with one stone.

Still, tracking down such delicacies wasn't easy.

So Finn remained cautious, staying alert for danger.

Luckily, the walk was uneventful. Occasionally, he ran into a few shady-looking types, but they were easily dealt with.

Eventually, more than half an hour passed.

"Finally done shopping…"

Finn stopped by the edge of a bridge, gazing into the distance.

He had wandered out of the main city and was now several kilometers from the suburbs.

The reason he stopped walking was simple—he no longer felt interested in continuing.

Instead, Finn decided to return, find a hotel for the night, and restart sightseeing tomorrow.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he looked up at a tall building in the distance.

He sensed a powerful presence emanating from that building—one that was watching him intently.

If he was right, the presence belonged to a killer.

But what was strange was that the aura didn't feel like that of an assassin. It felt... ordinary.

Could it be that assassins in this world were actually this weak?

A sense of disappointment swept over Finn.

He had assumed that even though his power was weaker than some beings in this universe, he could still be considered extraordinary.

But to think someone out there could rival him—or even surpass him—was unsettling.

"Looks like I need to train harder. Otherwise, I might end up being killed in this world without even knowing what hit me."

Muttering to himself, Finn dashed off toward the tall building.

"Well now, this guy's pretty quick."

From the top of the building, a man observed Finn's swift approach with raised brows.

But a cruel smirk formed on his lips moments later.

"Heh. Since you've found me, there's no way I'm letting you leave alive."

The man sneered coldly and suddenly waved his arms.

Instantly, the air around him turned blood-red, like liquid fire.

A moment later, a torrent of intense heat burst from the crimson mist.

It ignited into a blazing spark in the sky.

The entire sequence unfolded in a flash. By the time Finn arrived, the red liquid had already vanished.

Only the residual heat lingering in the air proved that it wasn't an illusion.

"What the hell...?"

Finn frowned and looked around, trying to trace the origin of the red liquid.

But no matter how hard he searched, there was no sign of it.

"Heh… kid, it's useless. That red liquid wasn't ordinary. It was blood essence. Once it touches your skin, you become a blood puppet—burning until you're reduced to ashes in the blood flames."

A mocking voice rang out. An old man in white robes and a hood slowly stepped into view.

"Who are you?"

Finn stared him down with sharp eyes.

The man looked aged, but his gaze was sharp, revealing that he wasn't a pushover—he was a trained killer.

"Haha, that's the question, isn't it? Name's Jess."

Jess let out a deranged laugh and pointed at Finn. "But first, why don't you experience how it feels to burn in blood?"

Without waiting for a reaction, he raised his hand.

Suddenly, a dense mist of crimson blood formed beneath Finn's feet.

"What the hell is this?"

Finn scowled and tried to leap free.

But the blood mist was thick and sticky—no matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape.

The mist grew steadily, and soon it wrapped around his torso.

"So this is blood flame? Damn, it hurts…"

Finn muttered through clenched teeth, refusing to back down.

The blood mist swelled rapidly.

In moments, it blossomed into a giant red rose.

And Finn was trapped inside, the unwilling centerpiece of the flower.

"Heh. Just stay inside the rose and savor the pain."

Jess sneered, turning to leave.

But he had barely taken a step before he froze.

Someone stood behind him.

Finn.

"You—how did you...?!"

Jess' eyes went wide in disbelief.

He hadn't seen how the man appeared behind him.

"Who sent you?"

Finn's voice was cold, almost detached. "If you don't tell me the truth, I'll make your death a slow one."

"Who… are you?"

Jess gritted his teeth, still trying to keep his composure. "I suggest you walk away. You don't know what you're dealing with—and you'll regret it."

"Tsk tsk, is that a threat?"

Finn chuckled. "Not only won't I regret it—I'll wipe out your master. Let them see just how powerful I am."

Rage flared in Jess's eyes.

"You bastard! I'll kill you!"

He lunged forward in a blind fury.

But Finn didn't flinch. He just glanced at him—once.

That single look stopped Jess in his tracks.

Pssht!

Jess crumpled to the ground like a ragdoll, drained and pale.

His body trembled, cold sweat forming on his forehead.

He felt frozen—like he'd been tossed into the dead of winter.

"What... what kind of power is this?!"

Jess's heart pounded wildly.

Even within his secret organization, he ranked among the elites.

Yet now, he couldn't even lift a finger.

"Now, do you believe me?"

Finn stared down at him, his expression blank and unreadable.

"Speak. Or your end will be worse than death."

"O-okay… okay, I'll talk."

Jess nodded desperately, panicked and trembling. He wasn't ready to die today.

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