Esper X Family – Chapter 328 – No Need to Do Anything Else

Byron felt as if he had boarded a pirate ship.

What he had initially thought was a sound investment had turned out to be a bottomless abyss.

As a businessman, what he couldn’t tolerate most was loss.

It was worse than death itself.

“I need to know the progress of the plan. When exactly can I reclaim my assets?”

Byron’s furious tone reached the ears of the others.

However, no one paid any attention to his emotions.

They were all S-rank Espers. No one was more noble than the next.

Even the leader of a nation was merely a colleague here.

Furthermore, someone as impure as him would eventually be abandoned by the Leader.

Just as he liked to squeeze the surplus value out of others.

Once Byron lost his value, he would merely become expendable material.

Of course, they couldn’t show it just yet.

This guy’s power and influence were still somewhat useful.

Even if he wanted to back out now, it was too late.

From the moment he came into contact with the Sanctuary, he was already unable to disembark.

He could only walk this path to its end.

“What’s the rush? It’ll be over soon. Won’t be long now.”

“Exactly. Everything you’ve lost now, you’ll get back tenfold in the future.”

“Why are you always hung up on your lousy assets? As long as you can stay alive, what isn’t yours?”

The others’ responses were filled with dismissal.

“You!”

Byron clenched his fists, veins bulging.

He had never felt such disgrace.

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With his status in the Yunited States, every appearance commanded respect, didn’t it?

But here, he was met with undisguised contempt and disdain.

At first, they still put on an act, but now, they didn’t even bother to pretend anymore.

Byron really wanted to start a fight, display his power, and teach these people a lesson.

But the gaze the ever-silent Leader cast his way was overwhelmingly oppressive.

Even Byron couldn’t make a move against that invisible pressure.

Just being watched triggered a primal fear within him.

This was definitely a monster.

Perhaps on par with the legendary Super S-rank of Dragon Country.

Having such power, yet willingly hiding here like a turtle shrinking into its shell.

There’s definitely something wrong with his mind!

Byron forcibly suppressed his urge to explode.

Endure!

Since he couldn’t back out, he had to gamble.

Once the Sanctuary achieved its goal, he would absolutely request for the power to reclaim everything that belonged to him.

After all, promises were made at the start of their cooperation.

The Leader of the Sanctuary surely couldn’t go back on his word.

Byron gritted his teeth, shifting his hatred toward another target.

Damn Dragon Country, damn Countermeasures Bureau!

They finally stopped pretending.

Violence was the true main theme of this world.

Just wait. With the Sanctuary’s support, even Lou Wei would have to steer clear.

Thinking this, Byron finally alleviated some of his anxiety.

Imagining the future was indeed a good way to relieve stress.

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However, before he could relax for long, his subordinate delivered shocking news.

“What!? All my people are dead!?”

Byron’s roar instantly tore through the false tranquility of the Sanctuary’s mysterious space.

One second ago, he was fantasizing about the thrill of future revenge; the next, this devastating news shattered his soul.

He shot up from his seat.

The expensive armchair toppled over from his uncontrolled movement.

The loud crash couldn’t suppress the panic and fury in his voice.

The businessman’s calculating mind was instantly crushed by this catastrophic information.

Those key pawns he had fostered with astronomical sums of money and connections…

His tentacles and foundations at the apex of the power pyramid…

Gone? All gone?!

The people he had cultivated in the political arena were all dead.

This was his political group, his very means to indirectly control the nation’s direction!

Through this group, all his ideas could be imposed upon everyone in the Yunited States.

As long as his political assets remained, he could still control every move of the Yunited States.

But now, Byron felt as if he had fallen from the human world into hell.

He had already fallen from heaven to the mortal realm.

Now, the bad news brought him straight to the bottom.

“Damn Countermeasures Bureau! Damn Dragon Country! How dare they?!”

Byron’s eyes were bloodshot, his eyeballs bulging with extreme shock and rage.

The hand gripping the communicator was a tangled mess of bulging veins, as if he wanted to crush the cold metal.

He could tolerate losing people from the Sentinel Organization.

They were just a combination of force and assets.

Like depriving a strong person of their strength.

As long as he could still walk, he could endure.

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But now, the Dragon Country had reached its hand into the Yunited States’ political arena!

Weren’t they the ones who preached non-interference in internal affairs?

Now, both his hands and feet were severed.

He no longer had any ability to influence the nation.

This wasn’t just a loss of assets. It was a complete castration of his political life!

It was a thousand times more painful than bankruptcy!

Losing these “mouthpieces” would cause his influence in the Yunited States to crumble.

He might even lose his qualification to remain at the Sanctuary’s “table”!

Fear coiled around his heart like a cold viper, intertwining with the sky-ward flame of rage, causing him to tremble violently.

“Damn it! Damn it!!”

This time, it was a total mental breakdown.

Byron was on the verge of losing his mind, wanting only to vent recklessly, to smash everything before him into pieces.

Yet, just as he teetered on the edge of eruption, an icy, heavy gaze, solid as matter, fell upon him once more.

The Sanctuary Leader’s gaze was like an invisible deep ocean.

Instantly freezing his outburst of rage.

Intense fear instinctively gripped his throat.

Choking back the roar that was about to burst forth.

“Sit down.”

The plain voice reached Byron’s ears.

The blonde man stood rigidly, his chest heaving violently, like a trapped beast with an invisible chain around its neck.

“I told you to sit down.”

“…Yes.”

Byron instantly returned from the illusion of death. He sat back down in his seat, his back long since soaked with cold sweat.

The others cast glances filled with “ridicule”, as if watching a clown show.

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After a few seconds of calming down, Byron finally regained his ability to speak.

He could only steel himself and declare, “I can no longer interfere with the Yunited States. To continue advancing the plan, you’ll have to rely on your own efforts. I believe I have fulfilled my duty.”

Now, Byron was truly isolated and helpless.

If he showed his face in the outside world, he feared that he would meet an untimely end.

As an S-rank Esper, he shouldn’t be this pathetic.

But the recent events in the Yunited States had truly challenged his worldview.

Who would’ve thought that S-rank Espers, veritable walking nuclear weapons, could be almost completely wiped out in such a short time?

The Yunited States’ S-rank Espers were now down to a single last survivor: Byron.

This was the most terrifying part.

Had the world developed to the point where S-rank Espers were more common than dogs?

What kind of shitty power creep is this?

Byron just wanted to curse.

But now, he needed to focus more on his own standing within the Sanctuary.

Everything now depended on the Leader’s decision.

In response, the Leader merely stared at him with a plain gaze, sensing the immense malice accumulated within Byron’s Source Fire.

How efficient was the evildoing of a nation’s leader?

The foundation for the safe haven’s pillar was already complete.

“You just need to hide here. No need to do anything else.”

Author Note

The pupa is back! Now that things have come to this, let’s focus on maintaining stable updates first. I don’t want to wriggle again.

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Let me look with my own eyes

What color of underpants ¹ 苦茶kǔchá in text, which sounds similar to 裤衩kùchǎ, or underpants. should I wear today