The Great Demon System

Chapter 449: Denial

"HUH!?"

"I killed him, didn't you hear me the first time?"

The previously tense silent crowd went up in arms, even the security guards patrolling the room could not help but open their mouths gaping before immediately contacting a higher authority to verify. With those few words, Moby managed to totally transform the crowd from a sad, empty husk to complete shock and outrage.

"What's with this sudden shift in attitude? I thought you all had no idea who the Mammon even was?"

"You! Stop messing with us!" Luke screamed, the voices from the tables behind him reinforcing his words. "Yeah! We know who the Mammon is! For fucks sake, he's probably one of the most notorious criminals! But none of us have ever dealt with him!

There's no way someone like you would be able to kill him after not even the entire military could do that! Stop talking out of your ass!"

"If you came here just to say that! Then get the hell out!" Another angry voice roared out of the crowd.

"You probably lied and cheated your way to the top just like you did now! Trying to frame us for colluding with a criminal?!"

"I always hated you, but I never let it known because of all of your fanboys, but since everyone speaking their minds now, FUCK YOU!"

Moby looked at the crowd, swaying his head from side to side. Indeed, he expected such a reaction, in fact, he expected one even worse. Although it seemed like the students were very vocal, it was a smaller percentage than he anticipated; a vocal minority.

There was a silent crowd spectating within the rows of tables of those who either believed him, even slightly, or those who simply wanted to watch to see things unfold.

"I knew that you wouldn't so easily believe me…" Moby shook his head. "So, I came with evidence!" He inwardly chuckled, pulling out a thick, heavy, dictionary-like book of out of thin air. "First of all, General Ryker," He looked in his direction.

"It's high general…" Moby heard him mumble under his breath before speaking aloud. "Yes Kane? Do you need me with something?"

"If it's not too difficult, can you check the address, 301 Flunder street for me? His corpse should still be there, only a few days old."

"Sure, I can check, but, the Mammon can change faces, how can you guarantee it's him? That's part of the reason he has remained on the loose all this time."

"Simple! All the evidence I need is from this book!" He raised it high in the sky, showing everyone its covers.

From the outside, it seemed like nothing more than a blank covered, old journal, but on the inside, it housed so much more.

"Kane… You do understand that if that corpse was indeed the Mammon's, you'd be charged with vigilantism. We needed to capture him alive and squeeze him for all he's got."

"Don't worry, general, my actions were in complete self-defence! He and some of his goons snuck up on me at night. I had to do what I had to do." He shrugged.

"STOP WITH THE BULLSHIT!" A voice cried out from the tables. "Why would he want to target you?! And he'd never actually go out himself!"

"An excellent question! Thank you, Billy!" Moby clapped.

"Unlike many of you, I'm a man who's very hard to blackmail. I have no family, no prestige, nearly nothing to speak of! My mere existence is a threat to him! So, he hired his strongest warriors to bribe or kill me. In fact, he was so confident of winning that he decided to stay on a rooftop to spectate the entire thing! What an idiot!

He underestimated me and paid the price! His final moments were pathetic as he took his own life!"

"Stop tooting your own horn! That's just a story! You said you have evidence! Show us! And, if you really did kill the Mammon, why didn't you report it immediately to the military?"

"Impatient aren't we? I'm getting to that…" Moby waved his fingers, closing his eyes. "I was gonna report it to the military, until I found this book hidden on his person… This single book contains all the intel the Mammon has ever gathered on everyone in the school since its inception… Including passwords to accounts holding tens of thousands of points he had been syphoning from all the students."

The crowd fell into silence once again. An odd feeling ate at their stomachs. The mere thought of a book like that sent many into a shuddering, self-contained frenzy, praying inwardly for it all to be false. Yet this time, it was the military personnel more intrigued of all.

"Before you ask, don't worry. I've yet to even look past the first page." He smiled. "You see, If I had called the Military, they would have no doubt seized this book, and its information would have sounded trouble for many of you, and I didn't wanna have that happen."

"There's no way a book like that exists! Why keep it in a book? Are you trying to blackmail us now under a false pretense?"

"I've heard the mammon was a superstitious person. He didn't want his data hacked or leaked, so he kept it all in this special book. Also, blackmail? Heavens no! I have all of your best interests in mind!"

"Best in mind!? You trying to sound like a hero now! I bet this book is also a lie, just like all that stuff about the mammon!"

"Hm? Is that so?" Moby smirked, trying to hide his amusement. "If you're so confident. Why don't we test it out with you as a guinea pig? If you agree, then stand up and state your name!"

"Sure! I have nothing to hide anyways!" The man called upon shrugged. A man of average stature, yet possessing an odd allure. His tanned coloured skin made his exotic green eyes pop, his curly pitch black hair elegantly swaying to his left.

From the way many of his peers looked at him proudly smiling, he commanded much attention and respect. Although he did not participate in the tournament due to his lack of physical power, he more than made up for it in other ways. Besides Elizabeth, he was one of the top prospects in the support division of Elite School.

"My name is Kadeer Moosny. I've never been contacted by this mammon, and I guarantee you will find nothing in that back of yours! I've never done anything bad enough to put me in such a book!" He stood up proudly proclaiming, and although none spoke, all clearly admired his perseverance and nobleness, giving him mental applause.

"We'll see…" Moby couldn't help but giggle, opening the book and skimming through all the pages until he reached the 'M' section. And, upon seeing its contents, he could not help but break out a grin of amusement spanning his face from ear to ear, covered by the gigantic book in his face.

"Sir Moosny, I completely believe you… There is nothing pertaining to you at all. You've done nothing wrong."

"See…" He lazily sighed. "As expected. I told you there was nothing… And I bet I'm not unique. I've now proven that that book is nothing but a farce… All of you can now rest assured that—"

"BUT!" Moby suddenly interrupted, and all the eyes of relief ogling Moosny fell back towards the confident-sounding man.

"That doesn't mean that your parents are void of any wrongdoings…" He sighed, looking saddened.

"WHAT!?" Moosny roared, breaking his calm demeanour. "Insult me all you want, but don't you dare bring up my parents! They are more noble and righteous than any person on earth!"

"I'm sorry Moosny, but it's all written clearly here… I don't want to leak it if—"

"LEAK IT! GO AHEAD AND LEAK IT!! I DARE YOU! It's all false information anyways! And when it's proven false, I'll sue you for slander!"

"...  I really didn't want it to come to this. But, if this is what it takes to prove myself, then so be it. You've brought this on yourself." He shook his head in disappointment. However, that was only a facade to his inner anticipation.

"Ramsey Moosny, your father is an underground human trafficker. To further his goals of creating new potions and medicine, he buys people off the black market to personally experiment on them in less than legal ways… Some of these slaves he buys also to be in his secret harem, using them as slaves for whatever he sees fit…"

"YOU UNCOUTH MONGREL! SUCH PREPOSTEROUS CLAIMS CAN NEVER BE REAL!!" He snapped, marching up towards the dance stage where Moby stood with steps that sent tremors echoing through the space, shaking the tables. "My father would never do such harm to others for experimentation! His entire life goal is for the betterment of mankind! He would also never dare cheat on my mother!

There is also the fact that if this was true, the Mammon would have no doubt used this information to blackmail me as well! But that never happened, did it!"

"You know, there is a reason for all of that, and it's all written here… It's because your father is the one blackmailed instead… He's been sending millions to the Mammon every year to keep his mouth shut, and part of his deal was that you were to never know the truth. Seeing your reaction, I now know exactly why…"

"Just shut your mouth already!" Moosney had now reached the edge of the dance floor, his face was reddened, and his fists were clenched. Had he not been stopped by military personnel, he would have no doubt instigated more trouble.

"What's going on? You were acting so calm before, why the anger? Is it because deep down, you are afraid what I'm saying is the truth? If you're confident, why not just calm down? The truth will eventually be revealed."