SHINYCAFE
"Alright, I'll teach you... I'll make you as strong as your father," said Conjurer calmly. Then he grabbed his hat from the rack, put it on, and added, "Come with me," as he began walking toward the café's back exit. Dante followed him, and once they stepped out, Conjurer called Kizze.
Kizze picked up. "Yes, sir?"
"Pick us up behind the café," Conjurer said, then hung up without another word.
A few minutes later, Kizze pulled up in a large SUV. Conjurer and Dante got in.
"Drive to the factory," said Conjurer.
**Factory...? What factory...?** Dante thought. But there was no turning back now. No matter what, he had to avenge his father. Even on the way to the factory, he couldn't stop thinking about Selina...
Once they arrived, Kizze dropped them off and went to park the car elsewhere.
**Who's this kid...? Whatever. Conjurer must know what he's doing.**
Dante and Conjurer entered the building. From the outside, the factory looked abandoned. But once inside, Dante was shocked—strange machines, dozens of workers…
Still, Conjurer was leading him somewhere else—into the lab.
They walked for a bit until they reached a staircase leading down to the basement. They descended into a massive laboratory.
Conjurer finally spoke. "Your father's blood is here. It's very important to us."
He walked toward a cabinet labeled NO LIMITS, opened it, and pulled out a single, bright red pill.
**What the hell's going on...? Sure, I want to get stronger, but my father's blood...? What does that have to do with anything?!** Dante thought.
Conjurer handed him the red pill. "Swallow it."
Without hesitation, Dante took the pill. He didn't even need water—it was so smooth. But the taste… it was just like blood.
After a few seconds, he panicked. "What is this taste?! What the hell is in this thing?!"
Conjurer responded, "Your father's blood, along with a blood-type stabilizer. Since your blood types are different, it could've caused serious problems. But I had a system developed to match the taker's blood type." He smiled.
Dante was stunned, but still didn't question it. A few minutes after swallowing the pill, he passed out.
**Also had a sedative in it... whatever. Let's see what happens.** Conjurer muttered to himself. He called Kizze, and together they carried Dante out.
TLP'S (THE LAST PISTOL'S) HOUSE
As they arrived in front of TLP's house, Conjurer told Kizze, "Wait here. I'll be back in five." He lit a cigarette and got out of the car.
He knocked on the door. TLP opened it with an angry expression.
"WHY THE HELL IS EVERYONE BOTHERING ME LATEL—"
He froze the moment he saw Conjurer. After a few seconds of eye contact, TLP spoke with a serious, angry tone.
"You bastard Leonard... What did you do to Samuel?!"
Conjurer kept his calm and smiled. "Hey hey, Enden... You were exiled from faraway lands, became the strongest man in the world… and now you're losing it over some worthless punk?"
TLP clenched his fist in rage.
*Shit.* Conjurer started to sweat. Just one punch from TLP could kill him.
"Easy! I brought you the will of an old friend," Conjurer said quickly.
TLP's attention shifted. He relaxed his fist. "Who?"
"Marcus DeVine."
TLP scoffed. "Bullshit."
"You don't believe me? Then come see for yourself," Conjurer replied and walked toward the SUV. TLP followed.
When he saw the unconscious boy in the back seat, he stepped closer, opened the door, and sniffed.
That scent… it was Marcus.
TLP recognized Dante.
"What's this kid doing here?! What business does he have with people like us?!"
Conjurer gently touched TLP's back and explained Marcus' old goal and the message he left for his son.
"For Marcus, not for me... For your old friend, bring this boy to that level. If not for Marcus, then for that poor child who died. The government and police don't know him... He might reach, or even surpass, his father's strength. And he wants revenge for his brother."