I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything

Chapter 488 The Witches

"Please let me go! I promise I won't mention anything that happened. Honestly, I don't even really know your identities. It's not too late yet. Please! I'll keep my mouth shut regarding this event." the man from the Verdugo family became more and more scared as he saw the witches didn't have the intention to listen.

"Y-you... Carlos, you're not a true friend! We have known each other for a long time and you are willing to sell us just to survive? You are worse than scum!" one of the victims, was a friend of Carlos, who was the man with stubble from the Verdugo family.

Carlos felt shame in his heart, but he just looked at Mike with guilt. Just like what the other party said. The two of them were long-time friends that experienced the tides together. "I'm sorry Mike. But this is the only way out. Life is more important than anything, even friends. Don't blame me, this is for survival!"

"So you would rather betray your friend's trust just to live? Everyone has a choice, and what they choose is what determines their character or what type of person they are. It seems you're a selfish one." Besides Mike, a fatty man spoke with a formal tone of voice in a lecturing manner. He was a teacher in middle school and the calmest of the four.

"SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!!" Lissandra was finally irritated with the bickering of the victims and she completely exploded. "No matter what you say, we won't let you go. Your fate is to become materials for our magical pills. Be honored bunch of scums!."

Mike felt a burning anger in his heart from the degrading words Lissandra used to call them. And at the attitude as if they were just worthless beings that didn't have much value in her heart. But Mike completely suppressed his emotions, since he knew that it would be bad if he opened his mouth again. Then he glanced at Carlos with indifference. 'What a traitor! I didn't expect that I became friends with this type of person for years. In the end, he's just a selfish prick.'

Carlos, on the other hand, was shivering in fear. He has grown up as a spoiled kid all the way to his adulthood. His growth and path were smooth sailings and his family paved the road for him. He didn't experience many hardships and had it easy. That's why experiencing his first life-and-death situation had shaken him to the core.

'This guy has completely gone nuts. That's why I hate spoiled brats.' The fatty man, who was a teacher, felt disgusted with Carlos. 'Obviously, a grown-up man, but acts like a kid.'

Drake, also the fat guy, has taught for nine years as a literature teacher, and secretly, is also an experienced fighter. He has joined a tournament of martial arts for ordinary humans and can be said to have decent fighting skills. Because of this, his mindset was completely different from the four victims. Though he's just still in the realm of an ordinary human, he can go one on one with non-degu user elite soldiers in the military. He's the type of guy that dislikes guys without a spine. 'Just where would they bring us?'

Of the four of them, only two knew each other... Carlos and Mike. As for the other guy who was a commoner. They don't know each other at all.

Drake was in his everyday teaching life. After his classes ended, he didn't know why, but he felt dizzy. And when he woke up, he was already bound on a tightrope with the four others, and witches were leading them somewhere.

Suddenly, Drake caught a shadow, the shape of a human silhouette in his peripheral vision.

'Huh?' Drake immediately focused his attention on the shadow. However, when his eyes landed on the silhouette, it disappeared. 'Am I hallucinating? Am I nervous? This isn't like me at all.'

Even in the face of death. Drake wasn't actually afraid. He has experienced the feeling on the verge of the brink of death multiple times already and he became used to it.

The group of witches looked at Drake, who suddenly stopped walking.

"Continue. Don't stop..." Lissandra said coldly. Then she looked at the place where Drake was looking. The rest of the witches also did the same. Only to see nothing.

"Are you looking for something?"

Lissandra was startled when she heard an unfamiliar voice. When she turned around and looked ahead of them. She saw a lonely human silhouette that was perfectly blended in the darkness of the night. She couldn't quite make out the appearance of the silhouette, but she was sure that it was a human. 'Why can't I sense its presence at all while it's literally standing in front of me?'

Even if it was an ordinary human, she would be able to sense it. But the silhouette in front, she couldn't sense it at all! As if it was just air.

"Who are you?" Lissandra wouldn't think that a creature that could escape their perception and conceal itself would be easy.

"Tonight... heads would roll out." The voice responded.

Lissandra was now in the highest state of alert. 'What does he mean by that? Heads would roll out? Did we encounter a crazy person?'

Suddenly, a white light emerged from the void that drove away the darkness of the night.

Lissandra's eyes widened as she felt a viscous liquid on her cheeks. She quickly raised her hand to her cheeks to wipe out the unknown liquid on the back of her hand.

When she looked at it, she saw a trace of blood. A bad premonition appeared in her heart in an instant. So she decided to turn around to see where the blood came from.

Lissandra turned around only to see the victims staring wide-eyed at the four heads lying on the ground. The faces of the four were pale and covered with blood. 'What just happened?'

Her mind was filled with confusion for a while. Then she suddenly recalled the words of the silhouette that mysteriously appeared.

'Heads would roll out.' Lissandra felt a chill in her spine.