266 Legacy Erased
As Yuuto advanced towards the Li family’s main manor, a squad of guards emerged from the shadows, their footsteps echoing as they charged trough night.
They moved in a tight formation, a few of them calling out to him with commands that had no real conviction behind them.
“Yuuto!” one of them shouted, stepping forward, though his voice shook slightly. “Halt right there! You’re trespassing on Li family grounds!”
Another guard, his hands trembling, added, “We won’t ask again. You need to leave now.”
Despite their threatening words, there was a clear look of of fear in their eyes. These were seasoned soldiers, yet they couldn’t hide the panic that gripped them when facing Yuuto.
It was well knw Yuuto was one of the strungest people on this planet, but none knew just how strong, but if they were to assume, they would think he was second to the Union president, afyer all they were old friends.
But they couldn’t be further from the truth.
Yuuto came to a stop, his gaze slow and deliberate as he looked at each of them, as if he was sizing them up, a small smirk appeared on his face, causing the guards to visibly shiver as they imagined the fate that awaited them.
The silence stretched for a moment, the tension in the air was building, becoming so so thick it was almost tangible.
He finally broke the quiet with a low chuckle. “Youngsters these days,” Yuuto muttered, his voice filled disdain.
“Seems you all have no manners at all.”
His eyes flared brightly with a dangerous intensity. A click-like symbol appeared in the depths of his eyes, like every other dragon, that was his crest a sign of his rising mana in response to his bloodline ability.
The air around him grew heavier as his silver mana crackled violantly, it’s size kept on increasing, illuminating his figure like a living specter.
With a movement so fast, Yuuto suddenly dissappear from view, his body blurring in an instant.
Before the soldier could react, Yuuto’s hand appeared and shot forward, grabbing him by the skull.
The guard’s eyes widened in terror as Yuuto’s fingers tightened around his head with amazing strength. The pressure was unimaginable, but it wasn’t just the physical force—it was the crushing weight of Yuuto’s mana, suffocating the very life out of him.
And then a sudden….
BOOM!
With a sudden burst of light, the guard’s body disintegrated, breaking into particles of pure white energy that floated away into the night air, vanishing like stardust.
The other guards froze, their hearts pounding in their chests as they looked at the spot where their comrade had been. Some took a step back, fear and shock spreading through them like wildfire.
Yuuto wiped his hand slowly, as if brushing away the remnants of the man’s existence, and turned to face the remaining guards. His silver eyes, still burning with cold silver glow, fixed on them.
“Master Yuuto,” he said, his voice now deadly calm, “is what you’ll call me.”
The guards exchanged uncertain glances, but none of them dared to move, their jaws dropped.
…
The Li family estate had descended into chaos. Lord Han Li, his son Jian, Jian’s wife, and his grandson scrambled frantically through the halls, gathering their most precious belongings, preparing for the only option left to them: escape.
Jian’s hands shook as he shoved papers and family heirlooms into a leather satchel. His face was pale, a look of frustration and fear painted on his face. He turned to Liang, his voice rising in anger.
“How did we get here, Liang?!” Jian snapped, his eyes burning with fury.
“You promised me that assassin would take care of everything! And look at this! Not only has she failed, but now Yuuto’s after us! He’s going to wipe us out. You’ve doomed us all!”
Liang, who was quickly tossing items into a duffel bag, scoffed and turned toward his father, his expression full of frustration.
“How is this my fault? I was given the go-ahead by you and grandfather to hire her! You wanted her to handle things, not me. Don’t blame me for this mess.”
“Calm down, both of you!” Jian’s wife, Mei, interjected, her voice trembling. She stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, trying to assert some control over the mounting panic.
Her eyes, though full of fear, carried the same strength that had always held the family together. “We need to focus! We have the secret passage ready, and we can still get out of here. Let’s not waste time fighting amongst ourselves.”
But just as she said those words…
BOOM!
The entire mansion shook with the force of a massive explosion. The windows rattled.
Another thunderous BOOM echoed from outside again, followed by the deafening sound of debris falling, glass shattering.
Mei’s eyes widened in fear. She instinctively reached out to Jian and pulled him into a hug, her voice barely above a whisper as she clung to him.
“Jian, we need to go. Now.”
Jian’s hands tightened around her, his face was pale, yet calm, as the reality of their situation hit him harder than the explosion.
The family had long lived with the illusion of invulnerability—wealth, power, and influence had always shielded them. But now, those very pillars were crumbling, and they were helpless against it.
Liang stood by the door, his gaze distant, as if contemplating the explosion itself. “I always thought that super regeneration was Guild Master Yuuto’s talent.”
He murmured proceeding to let out a dark chuckle, “Seems that’s not the case… he’s much more than that.”
Another explosion rattled the air. This one was closer, the vibrations shaking the foundations of the estate.
It was no longer a question of if they could escape, but whether they could escape in time. The entire mansion seemed to be falling apart around them, and with each new blast, the danger grew exponentially.
“Let’s go!” Jian shouted, snapping out of his trance. He grabbed his wife’s arm and pulled her toward the corridor that led to the secret passage beneath the estate, following behind lord Han. His mind was spinning, the weight of his decisions—their failures—crushing down on him.
As they hurried down the narrow passage, a final, deafening explosion rang out, shaking the very ground beneath their feet. They could hear the distant sound of crashing, destruction closing in.
“Move!” Lord Han urged, his voice strained with panic, as he pushed his family forward. The passage, which seemed like a hidden escape route, now felt like their only hope of survival.
But with each step they took thay slowly realized: the Li family’s once proud legacy was slipping through their fingers, and there was no one left to blame but themselves.
Outside, the sound of destruction continued to echo through the night, and the Li family could only hope that they’d escape before their estate—and their legacy—was completely erased.
The small, dimly lit passageway led them further into the bowels of the estate, the air musty and damp as Lord Han guided his family down the narrow corridor.
At the end of the passageway, a rusted metal door stood slightly ajar, revealing a small, cramped vehicle—an old, but functional, hovercar. Lord Han stepped inside, his hands steady despite the situation.
Jian, still tense and shaken by the events unfolding around them, glanced over at his father, as he asked. “Where does this path lead, Father?”
Lord Han settled into the driver’s seat, his gaze focused forward. “It leads outside of Magacity,” he replied gruffly, starting the vehicle. The hovercar roared to life, and he adjusted the controls.
“Once we’re out of the city limits, you’ll find the next part of the plan. Check around the car; there should be some masks stashed in the compartments. We’ll need them to avoid filter the air of the Wastelands.”
Jian nodded, though his mind was still racing. He glanced around the car, his fingers finding a hidden compartment along the side. Inside, he found several black masks.
As the hovercar began to slowly roll out, Jian let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, momentarily allowing himself to believe that they were safe.
But just as they began to gain speed, Liang, who had been silent, broke the tension with a bitter remark.
“Well, this practically means I can kiss my position as vice branch master of the Reapers goodbye,” Liang muttered, his voice dripping with frustration. “The moment we leave the city, all our connections, all our power—it’s gone. This is it. We’re nothing now.”
“All because of some shitty pride and to get ourselves involved with some kid all because little Kai wanted some payback.”
Jian shot his son a sharp glare, trying to ignore the growing dread in his chest. But before he could respond, his thoughts were interrupted by another, more pressing concern. He turned back to his father.
“Father, once we get out of here—how are we supposed to survive? If Yuuto is after us, and the family has no influence left, we could get overwhelmed by monsters or worse. We don’t even have a strong enough force to defend ourselves.”
Lord Han kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “I’ve already contacted my brother,” he replied.
“He’s in Magecity III. I’ve instructed him to pick us up at a predetermined location. Once we meet him, we’ll be able to regroup, and we’ll have a safe place to lay low.”
Jian didn’t seem entirely reassured, but his father’s confidence, even in this moment of crisis, was enough to hold his doubts at bay.
Suddenly they heard a voice, “If only it was that easy.”
The vehicle’s headlights cut through the darkness, revealing a figure standing ahead. Lord Han froze, his face want pale as his eyes landed on the figure.
He slammed the brakes, the vehicle screeching to a halt.
“Impossible,” he muttered, wide-eyed.
Jian turned to his father, panic rising in his chest. “What is it, Father? What’s happening?”
Lord Han didn’t answer immediately. His eyes remained locked on the figure ahead, a chill running down his spine. He had never been one to show fear, but now, in this moment, his certainty began to falter.
The figure ahead was unmistakable.
Yuuto.
Yuuto walked calmly toward the vehicle, his silver eyes glowing. He placed a hand on the side.
“You really thought you could outrun a dragon, Young Han?” His voice was cold, almost amused.
Lord Han’s throat tightened. He couldn’t speak.
Yuuto smirked. “You’ve underestimated me.”
BOOM
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