Crimson Overlord

In a mansion so big it's a castle, there's a room filled with the scent of blood and medicine. The otherwise opulent room looked like a sappy patient's room due to this stench.

The vitality of this place got dragged down by this sad room.

On the bed was a youngster who looked like he was in his early twenties. Meanwhile, there's an older young man near him who looks about 70% similar in appearance. Also present in the room was a middle-aged man who accompanied the sickly young man.

The room was deathly silent. The two youngsters were waiting with furrowed eyebrows, they were anxious to hear what the middle-aged man had to say as he examined the sick man. Soon, he sighed.

That made the two youngsters turn grim, especially the sick patient on the bed. He certainly looked like someone who was heavily afflicted by an adverse medical condition. He turned malicious and cold as he asked the one who examined him.

''Tell me your findings..."

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The man commanded with a frosty tone.

The middle-aged man glanced at him and he released another sigh.

"Second Young Master, your body is heavily damaged, I saw signs of organ damage as well. At this rate, I am afraid your internal injuries will only worsen..."

"I know my injuries are bad!"

The sickly pale man roared in anger.

"I invited you here so you can fix me! So, fix me!"

"Look..."

The middle-aged man bitterly laughed, he chose his words carefully.

"It won't be hard to treat you. The real problem is your damaged origin center, if we cured you like this, there's a good chance you will never be able to use origin anymore..."

"Wh-what did you say?..."

The two young men asked with worried looks.

The sickly youngster's lip couldn't stop twitching, with utter disbelief he asked.

"You're telling me I am going to become crippled?"

The middle-aged man only lowered his head, that was his answer.

"No! That can't be!"

The man jumped up from his bed and he stomped in anger.

"You're supposed to be the greatest healer in the empire, aren't you?! Why can't you just treat me?!"

The middle-aged man only lowered his statue apologetically. This servile action only infuriated the sick youngster further.

"You're trash! Trash!"

With bloodshot eyes, the pale man chased the healer out.

"Scram!"

"Y-yes..."

The middle-aged healer quickly exited the room. With unpacified flames still within his heart, the sick youngster gnashed his teeth and he clenched his fists. The thought of becoming a useless trash shook him to his core, his pale face grew whiter.

'Sigh!'

The older male sighed, he looked at the sick male with a frustrated but helpless look.

"You screwed yourself over. If you kept going at your own pace, you would have secured yourself the position as the second-in-command when I get the patriarch title. When I retire, there's a good chance you will even get the patriarch title. Now..."

The sick patient heard the older male chastising him and he felt incredibly sad.

His bright future became a bleak one.

He's the one who felt the greatest anguish...

"Brother!"

With tears coming down his cheeks, he moaned.

"I don't want it to end like this! I don't want this!"

"What good will crying do you?!"

The older male yelled at his younger brother. Since childhood, the younger brother always listened to his older brother so he endured the urge to sob. But, the stinging pain of frustration and shame still lingered.

"Your tears will not reverse your situation? Who's fault do you think this is?"

The older male continued talking to him with an incredibly annoyed and frustrated tone.

The current situation happened because of the sickly young man's greediness to go after everything he saw just because he got a bit of backing. He tried to secretly drug a woman, to poison her, and later cure her thus earning her favor but unfortunately, he met someone tougher who returned his poison against him thus his current state.

Klaus was filled with remorse when he recalled that event.

Rather, his heart felt more hatred than regret.

"I-I just wanted to teach her a lesson for looking down on me!"

"You have the guts to talk back?!"

Klaus's brother Eliot turned stern.

"Do you honestly think your petty tricks went unnoticed? Are you still holding the misconception that nobody was onto you? Do you realize how many women you killed with that technique? If it wasn't because your victims had no factions to back them up if it wasn't because you're the second young master of the Camus Clan, do you still think you would have enjoyed your life free of your sins?"

Eliot knew better than to talk back at this point.

He sighed again when he saw Klaus's frustrated and vapid expression.

"You just had to pick a fight with someone like that. At least, do your homework before you pick a fight. That woman straight-up killed Andrew, the second-in-charge of the Louis family. Uncle Greg also fell by her hands..."

"She's someone beyond our reach. Her background is mysterious and she is unusual."

Eliot pursed his lips as he admitted the harsh truth. He advised his little brother Klaus.

"Rest well, I will look for more ways to help you."

Eliot shook his head one last time and he left the room. Klaus wallowed in his insidious vibe.

Sitting on the bed, he felt pain assaulting him all over. With a drop of tear rolling down his cheek, he imagined his own miserable and painful end, it was nothing short of a nightmare.

"It's over! I am so screwed!"

Klaus bawled out loud. After a short while, he looked up with a frenzied look.

"It's all because of that woman Nemesis! I will kill her! No! I'll first rape her then kill her, hehehehehe!"

He wants revenge. However, he was painfully incapable of doing so!

"Argh!!!"

He howled in anguish and anger.

Then, a jet of dark light shot into his room and his body!

Klaus was stunned for a few seconds. Then, joy spread across his face as he grinned with a malevolent look of resentment.