Beggar Cultivation System

The entire mansion of the mayor was enveloped in a red light, the glow covering the entire state.

It was so intense that the night sky reflected the same color.

Holst stopped midair, his eyes wide as he stared at the trembling rubble below. He saw several people lying dead among the debris, but he didn't care about them. In his eyes, there was only Our Saviour!

"He succeeded! Our Saviour succeeded!" Holst shouted in excitement, and as his words fell, the rubble exploded, and a figure floated before them.

When Apollo, Elmo, and Axton saw the mayor, they spread out, with the Great Serpent Headmaster taking the lead.

'This is bad,' the beggar said through thought transfer.

'I don't know what he succeeded in doing, but the ritual isn't over yet. The one in this city hasn't been activated,' Axton replied.

'Then we'll just have to stop this fatso from doing that,' Elmo said, cracking his knuckles.

'This is another power-up. Klown has definitely gained some strength,' Apollo reasoned. Using his common sense after watching countless movies and shows in his previous life, he already knew what was happening.

"Our Saviour!" Holst said as he floated beside the mayor. "It's time; we can begin!"

Klown opened his eyes, red light glinting in them. He raised his hand and clenched it. Feeling the strength coursing through his veins, he couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Hahaha!" His laughter echoed, and everyone in the state heard it clearly. "This is it! This is the power I've been talking about!"

"Our Saviour! You did it! Congratulations, you now have strength equal to Core Creation Cultivators!" Holst praised.

"Core Creation! I can finally stand with them! This is it! This is th—" However, before the mayor could finish his words, a combination of Fire Blast and Wind Blast struck his body, sending him flying outside the mansion.

The scene went silent, and all gazes turned to the 'kid.'

"What?" Apollo looked at the Headmasters innocently as he lowered his hand. "He was just going to yap about being strong after achieving strength equivalent to Core Creation. I didn't want to hear his annoying voice, so I sent him away."

Axton could only sigh, while Elmo chuckled and gave a thumbs up.

"How dare you interrupt Our Saviour!" Holst shouted angrily before dashing toward the beggar at a high speed.

But before he could get close, a tail struck him, sending his body crashing into the rubble on the ground.

"Thanks," Apollo nodded to the Great Serpent Headmaster.

"You're welcome… and he's back," Axton replied, nodding toward the front.

Apollo saw the mayor returning with red smoke swirling in the air. Apparently, he could teleport himself.

"Hey, welcome back. I have a question," Apollo shouted to the mayor. "How did you do it? I already destroyed the symbols of your ritual. How did you succeed?"

"A smart person must always have a backup plan," Klown answered while cracking his neck. "Ah, that felt great."

Hearing the obvious answer, Apollo didn't show any emotion and asked another question. "I bet, even though we disrupted your Monitor to spread that red liquid in the city, you had a backup plan?"

"Of course," Klown said, his gaze shifting from Elmo to Axton before finally focusing on the beggar. "You're the one who blasted me away. Tell me your name."

"Can Deez," Apollo said, trying to remain cool. Say it. Say it.

"Can Deez?" Klown repeated, finding the name strange.

"Can Deez nuts fit in your mouth!" Apollo shouted, bursting into laughter.

Elmo laughed along while Axton held his composure.

"You!" The mayor's face turned red with anger. He took a deep breath to calm his raging heart. "I see. So this is how it's going. Can Deez, or whatever your real name is, I won't kill you now. I'll eat your flesh later and feast on your bones! But before that, this city shall witness the birth of the great Demon! I, Our Saviour, call upon the Great One, the Primordial Being, to descend into this realm!"

The mayor raised his arms to the sky as a raging red smoke poured out of his body. The red energy dispersed everywhere, with some rising a hundred meters into the air, forming a thick cloud of smoke.

Holst emerged from the rubble and floated beside the mayor. Even though he had been flung aside multiple times, he put that matter behind him and stared at the cloud of red smoke in awe. He could feel it—it was coming.

'We have to stop this,' Apollo thought as he stared at the intense red energy in the sky.

'I will let you handle that matter,' Axton replied. 'Elmo and I will stay here. These two have the strength of Core Creations, and we're the only ones who can hold them off.'

'Alright,' Apollo nodded to the Headmasters before flying toward the sky. He passed the cloud of red energy and observed it from above.

He noticed the cloud sending its energy across the entire city. Symbols upon symbols began appearing in Klown City. The newly expanded walls emitted a light that prevented the demonic symbols from escaping.

Even though they had already eliminated everyone who tried to spread the red liquid—apparently the medium for drawing the symbols—the ritual was still continuing.

There was only one explanation Apollo could think of: Klown had preplanned everything. This realization made him understand just how terrifying the mayor was, despite his appearance as a dumb fatso.

Apollo also noticed the giant monkey outside the city and the pavilion made of flame and black streaks that ran across the monster from time to time. His eyes then shifted back to the city, where many people had already realized something dangerous was about to happen.

The beggar raised his hand and aimed at the red cloud. A Fire Blast appeared, and after gathering enough strength, he sent the technique toward the cloud of smoke. However, his attack disappeared upon contact—it didn't even pass through the cloud. Experience more tales on My Virtual Library Empire

A frown appeared on Apollo's face. This was the inherent ability of the red energy: common techniques couldn't destroy it unless a very strong technique was used, or one with lightning—or outright lightning attribute—was applied.

Thinking this through, Apollo began to consider a plan. A plan that was almost suicidal. No, it definitely was.