The Lord Who Levels Up by Devouring - LLD Chapter 81: Disturbance (2) (Part 2)

The Acata looked like he’d just had a revelation, eyes wide with admiration.

He didn’t even consider the possibility that the speaker was the one behind the chaos.
In fact, he trusted—no, worshipped—him.

“I’ll hold onto these funds until things settle down.”

“Understood.”

Acata stepped back without protest… then paused.

“…Wait. You’ll ‘hold onto’ the funds? Not move them to a secure location?”

“When will all this gold get moved? Who knows what could happen while transferring it?”
“That’s true, but still, how could Executor-nim do all this alone—?”

…The question hadn’t even finished when—

◆ Stored ‘Pile of Gold Coins’ in the inventory. ◆

I opened my inventory and swept the gold inside, prompting another startled jump in place.

“Subspace magic?!”

To others, the inventory looked like advanced subspace magic.

And since Avarus was an alchemist and a high-level mage,
it wasn’t strange at all for him to use something like that openly—

“But… you’re in Transmog form… how…?”

Transmog perfectly imitates the target.

Appearance, traits, abilities—even their mind.
Because of that, it becomes extremely difficult to use one’s original powers.

That’s precisely why Avarus, while disguised as Viscount Benneron, could barely use any magic.

In other words, casting a high-difficulty spell like subspace magic while under Transmog?
Practically impossible.

“To do this level of subspace magic with limited Mana Force?!!”

Through the mask, the Acata’s eyes seemed about to tear from their sockets—

“As expected of you, Executor-nim!! You’re incredible!!”

Between those tearing eyes, awe toward me was growing fast and deep.
They hadn’t even begun to suspect their precious resources were being looted.

They truly believed I was Avarus—no wonder.

I swept up the rest of the goods without hesitation.

◆ Stored ‘Pile of Gold Coins’ in the inventory.
◆ Stored ‘Pile of Gold Coins’ in the inventory.
◆ Stored ‘Pile of Gold Coins’ in the inventory.
…
…

The treasure kept pouring in, endlessly.

“How… how is that even possible?!!”
“W-Whoa!!”

Each time, the Acatas reacted with louder and louder shock.

The volume was far beyond what could reasonably be stored using ordinary subspace spells.

I doubt even the United Army’s Archmage could pull this off.
If not for the Infinite Inventory, there would’ve been no way to manage this much.

Thanks to that, I could collect it all without restriction.

“I’ll head out now to stop the black market raiders. You all, return to your assigned areas and continue the support.”

“Yes, sir!!”
“Yes!!”

The Acatas responded with vigor.
Their eyes shone with firm, unwavering reverence.

But when the truth is eventually revealed…
that same reverence would surely turn into bitter hatred and rage.

Maybe that’s why.

Looking back on it now…

‘The Imperial troops always seemed to grit their teeth at me.’

Grinding them so hard you’d think their molars would crack.

BOOM!!

A deafening racket shattered Baoless’s quiet night.

Contrary to Iratum’s expectation that it would quickly die down,
the chaos continued on and on—

“…?”

Iratum still had no clue what was going on.

His current location: the Ruined Quarter.

This district was formed by Visters who’d lost in turf wars and could no longer maintain a foothold in Baoless.
A neglected zone even within the city—
mostly inhabited by vagrants, the ill, and people with no known ties.

It was the perfect place to procure the hundred human ingredients Avarus had requested for making homunculi.

So Iratum came personally to handpick the slaves one by one.

Normally, he wouldn’t bother with such things, but for a hundred people? That changed the game.

If that many vanished all at once?
People would notice. And reports would get filed.

Hiding it would require a huge amount of resources and manpower,
so Iratum had no choice but to oversee it himself.

Naturally, he found it annoying and distasteful—
but…

‘He promised to help me locate the Valley of Kardun.’

Suppressing his rising irritation, Iratum went about selecting vagrants and patients who might serve as good homunculus material.

And by the time he had picked out roughly fifty—

BOOM!!

That was when the explosive commotion in Baoless’s night first registered.

At first, he ignored it.
Visters were always brawling over turf; nothing new.

BOOM!!
The second blast came—he still figured it’d stop soon.

BOOM BOOM!!
The third made him grit his teeth a bit.

“They’re being rather noisy.”

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!
The fourth made his annoyance spike.

“You bastards…”

Then the fifth—

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!
The whole of Baoless shook under the force of the explosion.

“Tonight! The true absolute power of Baoless is born! Is everyone ready?!!”
“Yes, Boss!!”
“Then let’s begin! Show them no mercy!!!”

Only after witnessing the Visters charge through Baoless like an invading army—

“…What kind of riot is this?”

—did he finally realize something was off.

It didn’t seem like a typical turf war.

The scale of this chaos was… something else.

“I’ll go check it out.”

One of the Acatas, sensing the atmosphere, went running to assess the situation.
But then—

“…?”

No response?

“I’ll go this time.”

Another Acata stepped up.

“…??”

Still nothing.

“Then I’ll take a look—”

And again—

“I’ll go nex—”

And again.

Just like offerings thrown into the abyss, none of them came back.

“???”

For some reason…
Iratum felt strangely left out.

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