A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

To understand how Fuheshchen managed to do something that even killing half the Zenin family couldn't achieve, how did he manage to do it?

Fuheshchen's doubts didn't stop there.

Whether it was after the battle or before it began, Fushiguro Jinji had felt something was very wrong from the moment he stepped into the Kamo family's residence.

It's probably because he doesn't have magical power, so he's more sensitive to other things.

The entire family members felt like lifeless objects to Fuheshen, which was not a comfortable feeling.

Everyone was lifeless and devoid of vitality; even those killed by Fuhesh were more energetic than these people before their deaths.

Especially when Fuheshel saw the person his boss had killed reappear before him, the terrifying sense of unease reached its peak.

If the person in front of him hadn't actually been the boss, Fuheishen wouldn't have wanted to stay in this eerie place for even a second.

"To be frank, the Kamo family feels like hell to me. Everyone there seems to be alive, but they are like walking corpses."

To put it simply, Fukushige felt that all the members of the Kamo family here, except for the owner, were filthy.

"And boss, didn't you kill him? How come he came back to life?"

To be honest, Kenmei Isayama was a little surprised. He thought that Kamo Ward's resurrection had aroused Fushiguro Shigeji's suspicion, but he never expected that the person was questioning the entire Kamo family.

【Heavenly Curse】This thing is really quite interesting. So much time has passed since the incident, and the elders of the Kamo family have attended so many meetings at the Spellcaster Association, yet not a single one of them noticed anything unusual. But this person was discovered just because they came to visit.

"Haven't you already guessed the reason?"

"The only ones who can't be killed are..."

dead."

“They’re already dead, how could they possibly be killed?”

After patiently explaining the answer to Fushiguro Jinji, Isayama Kenmei continued.

"As for me, why am I the head of the family?"

"And you, who slaughtered half of the Zen family back then, seemed very powerful and even earned the title of Spellcaster Killer, but you've ended up in such a miserable state all these years, do you know that?"

Both of his children live in rented apartments, and Fuheishen can't even go home. It's unbelievable that such a powerful person has fallen to this state.

There is only one reason

"Because you're not ruthless enough."

"Killing one person is the same as killing half a person, so we might as well kill them all."

Although Kenmei Isayama spoke in a calm tone, behind every word lay a bloody massacre, a slaughter that left rivers of blood.

When your hands are stained with blood, do you still care whose it is?

“I slaughtered the entire Kamo family, nearly 2,400 people.”

“And I used magic to revive them, so they acknowledge me as their master, and everything in the Kamo family is now mine.”

"Go out and ask around, who in the entire family dares to disrespect me now?"

"I gave them their lives,"

"That's my capacity."

Kenmei Isayama stood up and patted Shigeaki Fushiguro on the shoulder, his voice carrying a hint of advice.

"As you can see, I, a former monkey, am now riding on the necks of these noble and high-ranking sorcerers."

The fact that Fukushige, one of the three great families of the half-destroyed sorcery world, could only work for Kenmei Isayama shows the difference.

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Chapter 172 Kinji: I Don't Want to Gamble Anymore

"The editor-in-chief and XX editor were found dead in their office under mysterious circumstances, and most of the senior management disappeared without a trace."

"Why did a newspaper that had stood for ten years collapse overnight? What exactly happened to the Asahi Shimbun?"

"Good good."

Kenmei Isayama smiled as he looked at the enlarged headline and brief description on the front page of the newspaper in his hand.

"It is reported that the Asahi newspaper, which was founded in xxx, is now completely deserted, with only a pile of garbage left on the entire floor."

"You like to ride the coattails of trending topics, huh? Well, now I've put you on the trending list."

Kenmei Isayama had disliked this newspaper for a long time, especially after his sister's accident. Other newspapers took protective measures, but this one didn't even blur her face, which was like a second psychological trauma for the victim's family. He would remember this for the rest of his life.

"Trending in the heavens, are you happy now?"

"Let me see, tsk tsk tsk."

"But do you know that you're actually having a really bad day?"

Kenjiro Isayama figured there weren't any classes at the High School of Spellcasting anyway, so he asked for leave (absence).

In other words, as long as you buy the opposite of what Fuhesener did, the chances of your villa being located by the sea will greatly increase in the future.

The stronger Fuheshchen's premonition, the less relevant the final outcome would be to him.

"The betting station is about to open."

After saying that, the broccoli imp tried to leave.

"I'm not some little kid."

It seems his branch's warning wasn't harsh enough last time, as headquarters still dares to act so recklessly.

"That lottery ticket was probably worth around $200. You scribbled all over it. Be careful, or your parents will spank you."

When Kenmei Isayama saw Fushiguro suddenly stand up, he assumed that the guy was being unreasonable.

"Isn't this just a kid?"

Therefore, in order to make the Panxing Sect, this great traitor, obediently pay Fuheishen'er the final payment.

"How about that? It's fair, right? Number Nine, you're talking about a disabled horse."

Fuheshen'er did indeed look rather fierce, especially when he showed a fierce expression on his face, which made the little broccoli brat feel a bit trapped.

"The reason I didn't recommend that uncle buy number nine is because number nine's racehorse broke its leg at the British Equestrian Competition held last year, and it only started rehabilitation training last month."

Isayama Kenmei originally didn't care. If someone with ulterior motives took a picture of him, so be it. After all, he was the young master of the Kamo family, so it wasn't unusual for him to subdue a strong person.

The only person he could get along with was someone he worked with; they couldn't contact each other at all otherwise.

"I was being rude today. I shouldn't have provoked you. I was really wrong."

Fuheshchen sat up straight, as if he had been greatly insulted.

Why bother arguing with a brat?

"As expected, you're not surprised at all."

His hairstyle really looked like half a head of broccoli upside down on his head, which, combined with his precocious face, made him look rather sleazy.

"What nonsense are you talking about, you old man with slanted eyes?"

Fuheishen chuckled.

"What if we just leave the child here and he gets lost?"

Fuheshchen said with a slightly agitated tone.

"Of course, there are winners and losers in this kind of thing."

"Just one question for you: how much money have you won here?"

Giving money to Fuheishen is equivalent to giving money to Jianshan Xianming; the Panxing Sect is definitely a sucker.

"I'm sure."

"Let's bet on your future."

That's the mentality of gamblers.

From the pattern on the ticket, Fuheshel recognized it as something like a scratch-off lottery ticket, with the highest prize being ten million dollars.

When Isayama Kenmei heard this, his lips twitched slightly. He felt that it was the least convincing way for Fukushige to say such a thing.

Otherwise

In front of Kenmei Isayama, Shigeji Fushiguro confidently uttered these words, having a strong premonition that this number would win today.

The kid was still being stubborn, but you could tell from the trembling in his voice that he was backing down.

Isayama Kenmei rolled his eyes at him.

"They're really rich and stupid."

"I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, I will never do it again."

"Old gambling addict."

The little broccoli-shaped imp looked utterly miserable, and spoke in a choked voice.

However, after Kenmei Isayama learned of something, he became concerned.

"Boss, I don't need the few dollars here."

As for whether letting Fuheshchen walk through the main gate openly would be known to other forces.

Not making money when you can is foolish.

Friends you can talk to?

"I fell for your trick."

"The bet, let me think about it."

A stress-relieving space exclusively for Fuhesen.

He was almost at the level of a Gold VIP, but unfortunately, Fuheishen did not realize this and did not develop a reasonable self-awareness.

Fuheshen suggested sensibly, "Then I'll give up the mission. After all, I can't compete with the boss for business, right?"

"Answer it, why don't you answer it?"

These guys are really rich and powerful. When they asked Fu Heishen to help, they paid a deposit of just over ten million, and the total amount reached nearly fifty million.