The woman quickly retreated as the power surge from Rola threatened her body from being electrocuted. But she was too close to come away unscathed. She never thought Rola could exhibit such raw power.
The blinding light produced from the electrical explosion from Rola left everyone blinded. When the woman with the mallet recovered, she saw the room empty, devoid of Rola and the others.
They took the chance to escape.
"Boss, that woman. She's at least in the Unique-class."
Kopra nodded with seriousness.
"That's your fault. You shouldn't have underestimated your opponent," said the man with multiple eyes on his arm.
"I didn't think she was that strong! Boss, don't worry. I'll go get her right now."
"Don't worry about her," said Kopra. "She didn't know how to control her own power. She probably just became a Miracled."
"She just became a Miracled? How did she have that much power then? When I became a Miracled, I had to spend a week just to control the weights!" said the woman with the mallet.
Her powers were controlling the weight of the items she touched. She could make a 1 tonne mallet feel like it was 1 kilogram, but if she swung it, it would still hit with a 1 tonne force.
"She's dangerous then. We shouldn't have let her get away or else she would have enough time to mature," she said, swinging her mallet in the air. "Why didn't you send your shadows after them?"
She pointed at the goth-man. His powers were controlling his own shadow, and he can send them away like a parasite under a person's shadow.
"First of all you don't order me and my shadows around. Secondly, I didn't have to," the goth-man replied.
"What do you mean you didn't have to–"
"You guys are heartless," the man with the many eyes said. "Can't you heal Zaturn with your food?" he said as he looked at the woman-chef.
The woman with the chef hat shook her head. "Even my marshmallows can't revive the dead."
The four of them were once again in disarray, with the eye-man and woman-chef talking with each other, while the barbaric-woman and goth-man were arguing with each other.
"Answer my question. What do you mean you didn't have to?"
"I don't have to tell the likes of you."
"What?!--"
Before the commotion got even more chaotic, Kopra stepped in and slammed his tyrannosaurus tail in the ground. They all turned quiet as they looked at him.
"Ignore the dead and think about our current problem," Kopra said.
"I'll chase them!" the barbaric woman said.
"You don't have to. He won't escape. Didn't you remember? We're not the only ones with a grudge."
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Rola and Caesar ran as fast as they could away from Trough street. The blinding light would have only lasted a few seconds, and they could reach them at any second.
"How can we escape? We can't run all the way to the orphanage, a lot of them are injured," Rola tensed.
Caesar smiled at her. "Who said we have to run?"
Just then, Rola heard a stampede of horses trotting towards them. From the distance, Rola saw 4 horse carriages running side by side as they hurried towards them.
Rola recognized one of them. It was Caesar's personal driver, Silas.
"You always have to plan an escape after a heist," Caesar muttered.
The horses skidded right in front of the injured group. Silas immediately got off the horse and started to help carry the injured into the carriages.
"I brought reinforcements, sir."
The other carriage drivers were loyal friends of Silas back when he was a normal carriage driver. He quickly convinced them of this job with a generous reward from his boss, Caesar.
Seeing that the injured were finally safe in the carriages, Rola felt relief in her shoulders. She looked back at Trough street and saw that there was no one in pursuit. It was weird, but she didn't have the luxury to question it.
Caesar, Rola, Mitre, Uver, Vrija, and the injured Ybarra boarded the last carriage controlled by Silas. They went in knowing that the rest of their group was safely on the carriage in front of them.
"Are they not going to hunt us down?" Mitre murmured.
"Do you want them to?" Caesar responded.
"Don't you think it was weird? Why would they let us go when they found out Zaturn was killed?"
Mitre voiced out the concerns that were bubbling under the surfaces of everyone's brains, except for Caesar. He fully believed that the Capo gang wouldn't chase them.
"Don't worry, you are safe–"
Just as Caesar said those ominous words, Rola saw a strange bag thrown towards the carriage. It was small and looked like an ordinary rock. But when it collided with the wooden exterior of the carriage, the bag detonated.
BOOM
The backside of the carriage exploded, leaving the vehicle
skidding down towards the ground. Everyone was thrown around inside the carriage, having to hold for dear life or else they would be thrown outside.
Silas quickly turned the horse to the side, counteracting the force that was toppling the carriage. If it weren't for his quick and skillful maneuver, the whole carriage would have toppled over.
"AHHH!"
The explosion only served to further worsen Ybarra's injuries. His shoulder that was shot was now also burnt. It was a miracle that he was still alive at this point.
"We have to get him to a hospital now. Or else Ybarra won't survive!" Vrija exclaimed.
Rola nodded. They needed to go to a hospital, but she didn't know if it would be safe. She was still unsure of the Capo gang's plans. Were they just trying to play with us, do they have another plan, will they attack us later; those were the thoughts running in her mind.
But she couldn't think of anything. She needed help. So, she sought after the person who was the only one able to get them out of this dangerous situation, Caesar.
"Caesar–"
But her words were stuck in her throat. She looked around, and there were only four people in the carriage. There was no sign of Caesar inside, like he had just vanished into thin air.
But how could that be possible, she thought. But then, she stared at the empty backside of the carriage that was destroyed by an explosion.
Then, she felt a chill in her spine as she understood what happened.
Caesar fell.
"Stop the carriage!" she shouted.
But the carriage kept on running. Maybe Silas didn't hear him. So she quickly opened the small window partition to speak directly with Silas.
"Silas, stop! Caesar fell from the carriage!"
But Silas kept his eyes on the road. He ignored Rola's pleas as if she didn't exist. Rola couldn't understand why Silas was ignoring him, why he was abandoning Caesar.
"Do you want to save your family or not?" Silas finally replied. "That young man in there is going to die if we don't get him to a hospital."
Silas winced at his own words. He wanted to go back, but he couldn't. Caesar made a stern order to him that he should continue the escape no matter what happened.
"Young miss. Don't go after him. You need to…" Silas looked back but Rola was already out of the carriage. He saw lightning in the distance, flaring from where Rola was.
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Caesar opened his eyes and all he could see was black. His whole head was covered in a mask that obscured his vision.
"Let me see his face," a man said. His voice was familiar. And from just the voice alone, Caesar could tell that this man was of an obese nature.
The mask was taken off Caesar's head and he could finally see. He was back at Trough street, right in the middle of the Capo gang's base.
In front of him were the 5 Miracled from the Capo gang, looking at him with faces ranging from anger to curiosity as if they wanted to perform inhuman tests on him.
But there was one more person standing beside them. This man was fat, like a pig that was stuffed with food inside. His smile was sinister, as if he wanted to kill Caesar by suffocating him with his fat body.
Caesar smiled when the two of them locked eyes.
"Boban. It's been a while."
Boban, the merchant, Joy ingredient supplier, and Caesar's victim, was looking down at Caesar as if he had already won.
"You can't fool me. That smile on your face is only to cope with your impending death."
Caesar tried to move his hands, but it was tied behind him with a strong steel wire. The wire was wrapped so tight in his wrists that it buried in his skin, cutting him.
"Surprised? Why am I here? Why did they let you go? It's all fairly simple, you see. Zaturn, rest in peace, and I brokered a deal. I give them you and your Joy recipe, and I get to kill you afterward."
Then, Boban did something weird. He used his hand and buried it deep into his stomach. It sank like Boban's stomach was made out of sand.
"Despair, Caesar. I became a Miracled just to kill you." Boban pulled out a gun from his stomach and aimed it at Caesar's head.