The Villain's Story

Chapter 617: [617] Preparations!



"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LIVID I AM RIGHT NOW?!"

Spit, and a ton of anger were being directed right at Alan, Maxwell's face had contorted into that of a ferocious demon lord, one who was the epitome of efficiency and would declare being late a sin worthy of death.

Yeah, That was him right now... And Alan was suffering. Not only did he have to endure the yelling, which was a chore on his enhanced hearing... He also had to block his nose. His face was covered in the Maxwell's spit, all that came along with his furious screeches.

"WHO WAS THE BASTARD THAT ALWAYS TOLD US TO NOT BE LATE BECAUSE THIS IS AN IMPORTANT FUCKING EVENT?!"

The rest watched on as Maxwell continued doing this for thirty minutes, even their ears began to hear a ringing noise...they could only imagine how bad it was for Alan. Alexander and Kazikato already left the room to spare themselves.

Sabrina, Alice, and Olivia watched on with both wonder and terror. Edward had long since passed out, and blood was oozing out of Emma's fox-like ears.

This was a first for Sabrina and Olivia, they didn't think someone other than Sir Oliver or Arken had this much gall when dealing with Alan... No, this was even more surprising, since both of the above were stronger than Alan, this man, Maxwell was much weaker but had a more devastating effect.

Alice was used to this, and was already brewing a cup of coffee for everyone, and checking the supplies.

The girls were finally given a break when Alice handed over coffee to Maxwell, which stopped this punishment.

"... Emma!"

Edward woke up, and held his weak sister, whose hair was dyed red from her blood. Thankfully, she survived. Alexander and Kazikato entered the room afterward, when they could no longer hear Maxwell screaming.

Alan...was in the midst of seeing the others, multiple times. His eyes saw multiple Kazikato's, Alice's, Sabrina's, Olivia's, Edward's, Emma's, Alexander's...

His ears were ringing, a lot. His sense of balance was already thrown under the bridge.

"Phew, fucking idiot can't even manage his own time."

Alan didn't bother with the curse. He raised his head with a surprised gaze, he was shocked to see the voice was much smoother! Much calmer!

"... It stopped?"

A glimmer of hope appeared on his face, which was distinguished by Maxwell's bloodthirsty glare. Alan whimpered and remained sitting down on his knees. Sabrina approached and offered him a cup of coffee as well.

"... Are your ears okay?"

"I've heard worse."

He hadn't.

"Well... I think we should stop delaying this and get on with?"

Alice, the protagonist in this scenario calmed down, or rather defeated the demon king, Maxwell and calmed him down. Although the man was still visibly angry, he still got down to explaining things.

"I've bought enough supplies to last for a year, food, medical supplies, entertainment, artifacts, and a lot of other shit because of the generous time this fucker gave me."

He didn't forget Alan's sin, of course. Not yet, at least.

"We won't have to worry about food and health, as long as Emma, Alice, and this cretin are with us. I believe Ms. Wellington also has healing skills? Anyway, even without them, I packed enough medical supplies to go with your barbaric antics. Housing and hygiene have also been prepared. We just need to put them in spatial inventories."

"Wait, what did you mean by housing?"

Alexander asked out of curiosity, his imagination did not really run wild like his fighting techniques, the poor soul they would make igloos or live in tents. Hell, even sleeping on the ground would be nice!

Arken's training on Terra Damnum had been so hard that he would be glad to sleep on ground where nothing would sprout up to eat him whole. Solid, safe ground would be better than even the greatest bed on Earth.

Alan was also...thinking the same.

"Aren't we living in tents?"

Evident by his stupid question. Sabrina, Alice, and Olivia looked at him with disgust and disappointment. The poor soul did not even know what he did wrong! He was simply looking at them with confusion. Maxwell enjoyed this greatly.

"It seems we live among barbarians. I thought it was simply your physiques that resembled one...but it appears the inside of your skull is the same, empty. This is the twenty-first century, idiots. Why live in tents?"

Maxwell adjusted his glasses, and gestured them to follow. He led them to a level even below the Portal where Twilight's connection to the Labyrinth city in Gigantum was held. He entered a code into a keypad, and a door thick enough that it would take Alan a few punches or so opened up, revealing an underground warehouse.

"There was something like this here?"

Alan was flabbergasted, along with Kazikato. Both of them never knew there was a hidden level down here! The size of a warehouse as well! Edward, Emma, and Alice didn't seem too surprised. Alexander, Olivia, and Sabrina hadn't ever visited the Guild building, so it was natural for them to not be surprised.

Compared to those who had a track record of being here...

Kazikato and Alan were completely unaware of such a large space, they both thought that the level where the Portal was, was the end!

"Stop gawking."

Maxwell said as he pointed towards a massive vehicle the size of a house in the middle of the room, besides it was a mountain of wooden crates. The vehicle looked bland from the outside, covered with metallic plates thick enough to withstand a dozen's of magical attacks. It wasn't too pleasing to the eye...

But Maxwell stared at it like it was his own child, like a doting father looking at his prodigy of

a child.

"...So beautiful."

He muttered, his voice filled with awe and satisfaction.

He then went on to explain the numerous features of the massive, armored steel behemoth, all with a smile of pure satisfaction and glee on his face. The others, particularly those who weren't interested in it had to bear with the lengthy charade.