On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 109

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The Organization Collapsed on My First Day of Infiltration Episode 109

 

 

Polar Night Dagger (2)

 

 

Darkness!

Pitch-black darkness!

Nothing could be seen.

No matter how dark it gets, if you adapt to the darkness, you can at least distinguish silhouettes in front of you.

But nothing could be seen at all.

It seemed as if the darkness had completely absorbed even the tiniest bit of light.

 

“Kyaaaah!”

“Kuk, kreuk!”

 

Screams erupted from within that darkness—

 

Crack! Thud!

 

The sounds of flesh tearing and blood splattering were maddeningly eerie terror.

In the midst of seeing nothing, the sense of hearing became even more vivid!

 

Crack, thud.

 

“Keuuuk…”

 

From that scene where even the gradually fading screams could be heard clearly, someone recalled.

The ghost story of District 48.

Something that devours people in the darkness—

 

“Ah, Dark Ghost…”

 

The existence of the Dark Ghost.

 

‘Hmm.’

 

Ziel, who had unknowingly become the Dark Ghost.

All 10 men had fallen.

Ziel could see them clearly.

The Robson Gang members lying on the ground with only minor injuries.

While testing the Polar Night Dagger’s abilities, he had only stabbed or slashed non-fatal areas like arms and legs.

The reason no more screams erupted was because Ziel had channeled mana to his fingertips and struck near their throats to prevent them from making sounds.

Therefore, Ziel was calm.

Those who couldn’t see anything were trembling in fear.

The problem was that Gilbert was included among them.

 

“Bo, Boss? Boss? Are you alright?”

 

Gilbert had never experienced such darkness before either.

Darkness Adaptation Training is essential for both assassins and crows, but this was darkness of a different dimension!

It was darkness where not a single light could be found, as if this might be what a deep abyss would be like.

 

“Bo, Boss?”

“I’m fine.”

 

Though he answered calmly, Ziel was pondering.

 

‘How exactly do I bring the light back out?’

 

He tried calming his breathing technique for a moment and injecting mana again, but there was no sign of light appearing.

 

“Are, are you really alright?”

“Yes.”

 

Ziel looked at Gilbert trembling in fear and tilted his head.

 

‘Is this way actually better?’

 

So he grabbed the nearest guy and touched his throat again to restore his voice.

 

“Answer what I ask.”

“Ah, Dark Ghost. Dark Ghost…”

“You were saying that earlier too. Dark Ghost. Is that another name for King Robson?”

 

To Ziel’s puzzling question, a voice completely paralyzed with fear flowed out.

 

“Dark Ghost… ghost story…”

 

He didn’t seem to be in his right mind.

 

‘Is he the boss of some organization?’

 

Misunderstanding, Ziel gathered mana at his fingertips again and stabbed the inner thigh.

 

“Keuuuuk!”

 

Tremendous pain flowed through his thigh to his entire body.

A perfect method for torture.

It was a method used for guys who pretended to be crazy or kept their mouths shut, and it was also very effective for bringing back sanity temporarily lost to fear.

 

“Hiik.”

“Tell me King Robson’s location. Then I’ll let you go.”

 

They said he had strong loyalty.

Ziel had prepared the next method as well.

 

“Th, th, there, if you go to District 47. Under the sm, small bridge in the eastern outskirts of District 47…”

“What does King Robson look like?”

“I, I don’t know. Low-level people like us…”

 

Despite all the preparation, this guy spills everything so easily.

His mind had returned, but the darkness and fear hadn’t disappeared.

 

‘An unexpected effect.’

 

Ziel doesn’t know fear.

Just one thing.

He only knows the fear of going hungry.

It was the only fear that came to mind as he regained his sense of self.

But all other fears had been perfectly eliminated.

Because of this, he was only now gradually realizing how effective a weapon and tool fear could be.

 

“Can I see King Robson if I go there?”

“Th-that place is the entrance. I don’t know anything beyond that! I’ve never been inside either…”

 

Ziel pressed the guy’s throat with his fingertip again to silence his voice.

 

“Let’s go.”

“Wh-where are you? I can’t see anything at all.”

 

Ziel suddenly became curious.

It was possible to simply light a fire, but wouldn’t even that be absorbed by the Polar Night Dagger?

 

Hiss.

Click.

 

As expected.

Sparks flew and flames seemed to rise, but they were instantly sucked into the dagger.

The faint pattern becoming slightly brighter was a bonus.

 

‘If I move like this, it’ll absorb all the surrounding lights.’

 

It might be fine in narrow alleys like this.

But on the main street, it would actually draw attention.

From a distance, it would look like light was disappearing.

A convenient and useful item, but one that would be difficult to carry around without knowing how to turn it off.

It was then that Ziel took out the dagger briefly to examine it.

 

“Ah.”

 

At the very bottom of the dagger’s handle.

There was something that could be pressed.

 

Click.

 

The moment he pressed it.

 

“…!”

 

Light returned to the lantern again and shallow vision was restored in the darkness.

However, since it was light appearing from complete darkness where there had been absolutely nothing…

 

“My, my eyes!”

 

Poor Gilbert clutched his eyes and collapsed with a thud.

His vision recovered quickly, but it had been a tremendous shock.

Seeing this, Ziel had a realization.

 

‘It could be used for attacking too.’

 

While in contact with the dagger, activate the breathing technique to absorb all surrounding light and plunge the area into darkness.

Then instantly emit light again, and the opponent would receive a shock as if a flash had exploded right in front of their eyes.

 

‘I’ve discovered a good use for it.’

 

Someone else’s pain is someone’s enlightenment!

Ziel helped Gilbert up as his vision partially recovered.

 

“Get up. We’re moving.”

“My, my eyes. I can’t see. Sob.”

“Strictly speaking, your eyes will see soon. It’s more accurate to say you ‘currently’ can’t see.”

“That’s, that’s too much!”

 

And so the two people disappeared from the alley.

Actually, Gilbert’s situation was somewhat better.

At least he could sob and scream.

The remaining 10 men had their eyes wide open when it happened but couldn’t even scream.

Blinded.

Unable to make a sound.

Unable to move their bodies in terror.

 

‘Dark Ghost… it’s the Dark Ghost…’

‘The Dark Ghost was real…’

‘Save me, I can’t make a sound!’

 

The Dark Ghost legend that had been dismissed as mere folklore.

This was the moment it became reality.

Along with the stench of urine beginning to spread thickly across the alley ground.

 

 

“Ugh, I still have afterimages in my eyes. Are you alright, Boss?”

“I’m fine.”

“As expected of Boss… Really, wow, that was my first time experiencing such darkness. Even during training, the darkness wasn’t like that. Boss, do you happen to know how to use magic?”

 

If it’s Boss, he could do that.

A being whose strength has no visible end!

 

‘Could it be secret arts?’

 

If so, could this mysterious strength be explained?

Mystics are still beings who possess unknown powerful strength whose secrets have not been properly revealed.

It was just as Ziel was about to answer.

 

“Over there. People are moving.”

 

The two had already arrived at District 47.

Just then, Ziel confirmed human movement near a small door under the bridge in the eastern outskirts of District 47.

 

“Boss, but from what I heard earlier, the underlings said they don’t know King Robson. Should we capture those guys and interrogate them?”

 

They had found the location, but didn’t know exactly who King Robson was.

However, Ziel declared with certainty.

 

“That guy is King Robson.”

 

The person Ziel pointed to was one of the five people who came out near the door.

 

“You mean the big guy?”

“No. The small one at the very back.”

“He just looks like a lackey though?”

“That’s not how I see it.”

 

It really was true.

With his dagger temporarily set aside, in Ziel’s eyes as he drew upon the Polar Night Breathing Technique…

 

‘That guy’s mana flow is the strongest.’

 

The strongest mana flow was being detected from the body of the most frail-looking man.

 

“Come on, no way. How could someone like that be a ‘King’? Of course we shouldn’t judge by appearances, but-“

“I judged by appearance. You just can’t see what I see.”

“…Yes, Boss.”

 

Gilbert quickly acquiesced.

 

“Then this time I’ll truly show you my skills.”

 

And his will blazed up again!

 

‘I was pathetic earlier, but this time is different!’

 

This time would be different.

 

“I’ll quickly deal with those four guys in front and capture that King Robson fellow for you, Boss.”

 

His resolute will was shattered to pieces.

 

“No. I have a better idea.”

“What is it?”

“You stay here.”

 

Ziel moved through the darkness.

Gilbert felt both confusion and disappointment simultaneously.

 

‘He still doesn’t trust me!’

 

Actually, that wasn’t it.

A moment later.

 

‘Light again…’

 

Not far away.

Five members of the Robson Gang who had been moving through the darkness with only one torch.

The torch they were holding went out-

 

“Crazy.”

 

And darkness fell around them.

It was an amazing sight.

Gilbert, who was a little distance away, could see well enough to make out hand outlines and silhouettes.

But over there was truly pitch-black darkness with nothing visible!

A certain area had been dyed in perfect darkness.

 

‘Is, is, is he really a mystic?’

 

Gilbert accumulated another misunderstanding today.

And on the other side.

In the darkness.

The torch hadn’t just gone out but disappeared, and now perfect darkness had fallen.

 

“…Everyone stay calm.”

 

While everyone panicked, one person.

Only the frail-bodied man that Ziel had pointed out stopped moving and calmed the others.

 

“Ki, King, sir.”

“Don’t move. Calmly draw up your mana.”

 

Despite those words, it was still darkness where nothing could be seen.

 

‘What is this supposed to be.’

 

Was it an enemy?

Or some wicked magic?

Or perhaps…

 

‘A Dark Ghost?’

 

It was just as he recalled those words.

 

“Answer my question and I’ll let you go back as you were.”

“…!”

 

Right behind him.

The cold touch of metal against the back of his neck, without even a hint of presence.

Even more chilling than that was the voice.

A heavy voice that absolutely didn’t belong in this darkness.

Perhaps that’s why it was all the more terrifying.

That existence came to mind once again!

The ghost story of District 48.

 

‘So the Dark Ghost really exists.’

 

That very Dark Ghost legend that all residents of District 40 and Below knew about!

 

Gulp.

 

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed dry saliva.

King Robson.

The head of the Robson Family and one who received respect from all the poor.

This was the first time he had been so nervous.

 

‘The Dark Ghost demands light, that is, life, from within the darkness.’

 

Would one of us have to be sacrificed to escape this darkness?

 

“I heard there’s a Black Market that opens once a month.”

 

However, the question was quite specific.

 

“I heard you know its location. Where is it? Tell me the location and how to get in.”

 

King Robson didn’t hesitate.

 

“This Black Market will be held in District 12. The Vineyard Annex operated by the Ospelt Family. You can enter by giving the password ‘String of Darkness’ to the Gatekeeper guarding the entrance.”

“No lies.”

“That’s right. There are no lies at all….”

 

That’s when it happened.

 

“Ugh!”

“Grgh!”

 

Suddenly the torch ‘appeared’ again and everyone clutched their eyes.

King Robson also reflexively closed his eyes, but he couldn’t be faster than light.

 

“Stay calm. Close your eyes, count to ten, then open them. Slowly.”

 

Robson calmed his Family members.

Indeed, following Robson’s words and opening their eyes after counting to ten, the pain subsided.

Though afterimages remained, they could sufficiently distinguish what was in front of them.

 

‘My back is completely soaked.’

 

Robson tried his best to maintain composure.

However, he couldn’t help the slight trembling of his hands.

Perfect darkness.

Vision where nothing could be seen.

Perfect isolation as if entering an abyss or the deep sea.

So this was fear.

 

“…Your Majesty, just now was.”

“The Dark Ghost.”

 

Therefore King Robson declared with certainty.

 

“Th, the Dark Ghost….”

“So the ghost story of District 48 was real.”

 

That was the Dark Ghost.

He had no choice but to think so.

 

“Could it perhaps be magic?”

“Then my Magical Tool would have reacted. Definitely not.”

 

The Dark Ghost that was said to drag people into darkness without a trace.

 

“We survived an encounter with the Dark Ghost.”

 

He didn’t know why the Dark Ghost was asking about the Black Market’s location.

 

“Co, could it be that the Dark Ghost’s target is at the Black Market? So that’s why it asked for the Black Market’s location….”

 

The Dark Ghost legend was that famous, and unknowingly instilled fear of the unknown.

Like the monster under the bed from childhood, it offered vague yet deeply layered fear.

Therefore King Robson made a decision.

 

“We’re giving up on this Black Market.”

“Ki, Your Majesty! The price we paid to get information about the last Black Market….”

“Do you want to be sucked into darkness by the Dark Ghost’s hands?”

“….”

 

No answer came back.

The legendary assassination organization, Black Sky.

Though now fallen, it was said their items would appear at this Black Market again.

Obtaining those was the objective, but….

 

“They’re not more precious than our lives. We’re going back.”

“Understood.”

 

The entire Family was convinced.

The terror of the Dark Ghost was that immense.

Especially the fear of that pitch-black darkness they had experienced firsthand…

It made even these executive-level members, not mere underlings, tremble, and plunged King Robson into fear.

And so King Robson departed.

Meanwhile, Ziel returned to Gilbert.

 

“I found out. We move. It’s District 13.”

 

For some reason, Gilbert was looking at him with eyes even more filled with respect than before.

 

“Boss… I will offer my complete loyalty to you.”

“I understand. Let’s go.”

“Yes.”

 

Even more than before, betrayal was now unthinkable!

 

‘I’d rather die than taste that darkness again.’

 

Gilbert made his resolution once more.

To follow the Boss until death.

Meanwhile, just like in the Alley of District 45…

 

‘They were also mentioning the Dark Ghost. I should find out what that is later.’

 

Another legend of the Dark Ghost was beginning to take shape.

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