The devouring black dust exploded with Black Spawn inside. There was a mixture of bloody paste and something resembling what looked like black oil all over the floors.
Looking at what remained of him, Taf uttered, "Life is a blessing and should be cherished. However, I was taught to annihilate all those who may bring harm to me or the ones I love in the future. Your fate was decided the moment you posted that threat."
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The explosion was so deafening outside of the factory that it caused an uproar from the eagerly waiting crowd. A few minutes later, a youth with a head full of dreads could be seen with a contemplative look.
When the members of the anxious crowd saw his appearance, dread flooded every single one of them as no one dared to move. He stared at the nervous-looking individuals that numbered in the hundreds and did not say anything. The tension became insufferable as each second went by.
Seeing that they hadn't stated their stance yet, baldie Brent nervously tried to break the ice.
"Sir Mouse, it is a relief to see that you came out unscathed through that ordeal. One must always stand behind those that can be identified as their own. As we are both mortals of the city of Marvel, how could I not be worried? I offer my sincerest congratulations."
Hearing the shameless bootlicking by Brent the baldie, the others cursed in their heads.
"I knew this day was destined for something great. I was greeted by the birds that had seemingly song melodious hymns this morning in celebration. They foresaw the hero being born in our great city on this day. The rays of your light will shine for generations like the unending stars,"
How could Stefan let himself be outdone by this quick baldie? He drew for some flowery words immediately to win a bit of prestige.
One after the other, flattery words were uttered by the different leaders of the gang.
"Sir Mouse is a God among men who should be admired."
"The pride of us mortals was fought and restored by the great Sir Mouse."
"Great is a word to describe common men. Magnificent may be deemed a better description of such a being."
"So young with such potential, the world will be just a playground for Sir Mouse's might."
Each person came with more extravagant praises to outdo the other. "As much as I like praises without end, there is something else that I would prefer from you all." Taf had only a playful look on his face without uttering a single word in reply until now.
Hearing his words, unending pouches were stretched forth.
"Not bad; it seems my clout now has made my collections easier. Although, to be honest, it was never really about the money. It was more due to the fun I had taking their possession." Truthfully, this was a disappointment for Taf as he sighed. Where would his excitement be gained with the once vicious gangs' willingness to become tame little pups?
'There won't be any more joy now, it seems. Each time I appear, they would willingly be given without a second thought.' He thought in his mind.
All the members present were nervously looking as MouseMouse scanned through the bags.
"If Sir Mouse is unsatisfied, we are more than willing to fulfil any request you desire, "Sara, the redhead, made her way from behind the crowd as she spoke. Out of all the persons present, she could be said to be the most relieved. How could she not be when that tyrant has met his demise, allowing them all to live in peace.
There weren't many who liked being forced into the servitude of others. Listening to her words, Taf pondered for a bit before asking a simple question of Sara,
"I want eyes and ears throughout the city. Can you provide me with such a thing? If anyone such as that recently deceased fellow were to appear, would you be able to inform me?" She took a moment to consider his words before replying,
"Sir Mouse is asking for a minor favour from us. We have a network of gyms throughout the city. Connections are placed in all corners so that such things can be found with ease if they occur."
Please with what he heard, Taf nodded his head before turning to the rest,
"As for you lot, I expect continued payments. As a child, I did not like some of your practices. Though I'm no saint, I will expect some changes. Make those corrections, and we won't have any problem."
The crowd quickly agreed after hearing the terms stated by the now seemly charismatic Sir Mouse,
"Sir Mouse, that is only reasonable due to the circumstances. In fact, I have offered three times the amounts you requested," Brent the baldie hurried to agree while adding his little bit to the topic. The others could only shake their heads at this baldie's willingness to kiss ass. If it was an art form, he would definitely be a grandmaster.
Now Taf knew for sure that things would not be quite the same. Before, he had their fear, but now it had changed to seeming respect and acknowledgement. After the once crowded factory entrance reclaimed its quiet scene and was vacant. Each had gone on their way, but they all carried stories.
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A few weeks later, on a random street within the city, a group of small boys could be seen playing.
"I am shartar, the great war god, the true conquer of the battle of Ballor ridge. Tremble at my feet, and you may leave with an intact corpse," A boy who could be no more than eight wielded a wooden sword in his hand contending against one of his friends.
Another took to the fold with two tree twigs in his hands, wielding them as hammers, "How could I fear a man who has only fought mere mortals. I am the MouseMouse born and bread in Marvel City. Even cultivators tremble at the thought of my presence."
The reincarnated Shartar did not take kindly, "No fair, we all agreed No one can be the MouseMouse else it's cheating. You're cheating, Paul." He bellowed in fury as he saw his opponent claiming the Mouse'sMouse's persona.
"Yeah, that is definitely cheating. Paul, you're a big cheater, and we won't play with you anymore. Who can we name able to defeat that monster?"Another boy in tattered clothing agreed.
"The Mouse is cunning in nature. How could he play by the rules of mere men? Now all of you bow in fear of my awesomeness," The youth called Paul countered the upset boys in front of him as he started to chase.
"Run, he truly is Sir Mouse. Don't let him get you. Whoever he catches has to buy sweets for everyone."They all ran off enthusiasm as Paul, who played Sir Mouse, chased them with the twigs in his hand.
Watching them was a youth with dreads. He smiled as the kids played, with one of his feet resting on the nearby wall behind his back.
"Guess my anecdotes have begun..." He uttered before vanishing as if he never were.
To be continued.
Final Edit: Lord_of_Sleep