Chapter 166: Khorne’s Spirit is Like a Flood and a Beast

Under the bright and dazzling neon lights, whether in magnificent high-end places or in dark, urine-smelling alleys, you can see Suzuki Satoru’s wanted posters.

This unmarried office worker at an advanced age has become the most vicious criminal in the history of Japanese society.

So far, the number discovered by the police alone has reached an astonishing 800 people. As for the specific victims, there is currently no way to confirm them.

Unlike those perverted serial killers who generally bully the weak and fear the strong, and mainly target women, children and young children, Suzuki Satoru mainly targets wealthy people who are well-protected and cruel gangsters who are in charge of violence.

Suzuki Satoru would use various means to sneak into the homes or workplaces of these targets, strangle them all easily with incredible strength, then chop off the heads of the corpses, arrange the corpses into horrifying patterns, and use their blood to draw blasphemous, unknown eight-pointed star formations.

It is also because of Suzuki Satoru’s cruel behavior that he has gained a large number of fans in this crazy world.

Now there is even a program tailor-made for Suzuki Satoru. Multiple media outlets report Suzuki Satoru’s information on a regular basis every day, and there is also a group of fearless anchors tracking down Suzuki Satoru’s traces.

Suzuki Satoru now has many nicknames, the most famous of which is the Blood Artist, which comes from his love of using blood to paint.

There were even many copycat murderers. If Suzuki Satoru was just like a “normal” serial killer, mainly killing poor people who couldn’t pay taxes, the company would not be willing to spend so much effort to catch him.

After all, there are so many people who specialize in killing poor people, and there are many more than Suzuki Satoru, but most of them have not been counted.

And now Suzuki Satoru’s style of doing things is becoming more and more high-profile. He even directly sent a death notice to Miyamoto, one of the biggest underworld bosses in Japan.

He declared that he would come in person on August 8th to take off his head.

Suzuki Satoru’s behavior naturally aroused the anger of everyone from the gangsters to the company, and they vowed to tear Suzuki Satoru into pieces.

But no matter what people said or how much they were scolded, the boss Miyamoto, who was named, still very honestly chose to hide.

Right now he was in his safe house, discussing matters related to Suzuki Satoru with the manager from the police company.

In this era, the police have also separated from government departments and become private security companies.

So in a way, Takimi became an excellent police officer, which actually means he is an excellent employee of the company.

The bloated Miyamoto gangster boss was smoking a cigar, which was very precious in that era, and wearing an expensive suit, but he now looked haggard and did not have the glory he had before.

On the table before him lay a stack of poorly printed papers.

On the front of these papers was his portrait with a big red cross on it, with Suzuki Satoru’s criminal declaration below and a chaos eight-pointed star logo on the back.

The printing quality of these papers was very poor, and the company alliance was unable to trace their origins. It was speculated that these things must have been made by Suzuki Satoru himself.

Miyamoto looked at the flyers and became angrier. He extinguished his cigar and said to the police manager next to him:
“Brother Sato, that Suzuki Satoru has been too much lately. We civilians need you to protect our safety. He has killed eight of my capable men in the past three days.”

The police manager called Sato was a capable middle-aged man. Ten of his fully armed men stood beside him, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

“Don’t worry, Brother Miyamoto. The people who came this time are all elites in the company. You are a high-level VIP customer of the company. We will definitely protect you well. And capturing Suzuki Satoru alive this time is an order from the head office. How can we not take it seriously?”

“It’s a mission from the head office. Don’t use me as bait to lure Suzuki Satoru.”

“Hey, how can that be possible? You are a distinguished VIP9 user. We will definitely give priority to protecting you after completing the tasks assigned by the head office.”

“Okay, okay, that’s fine.”

Miyamoto took out his mobile terminal, operated it for a few times, and then a gorgeous holographic projection of fireworks appeared.

A row of golden numbers also flashed above Miyamoto’s head.

VIP11
There were sounds of people gasping in the room. That was the legendary VIP11 member!
You can only purchase the lifetime card. Monthly and annual cards are not accepted. Once purchased, you will immediately enjoy multiple benefits such as free police calls, free police dispatch, and senior priority in police dispatch.

This is already the entry-level membership of the highest level police company, and generally only half-step capitalists can afford this membership.

Sato immediately stood up, his attitude clearly became respectful. Miyamoto heard him say
“Dear VIP11 King Member Lifetime Customer, the First Class Manager of the Police Company is here to serve you. Your life is second only to that of customers below VIP12. We will protect your life at any time and at any cost.”

Raising his VIP status in the police company to 11 is a huge expense even for a local gangster like Miyamoto.

After all, in this age where companies control everything, the so-called mafia is nothing more than eating the scraps of the company.

No matter how well you eat, you can never compare to those truly big companies.

In fact, even though Suzuki Satoru is making a big fuss now, he is actually just killing the senior employees in the company. The real management and the bottom are like two completely unrelated species.

Seeing the change in Sato’s attitude, Miyamoto knew that he had spent his money wisely.

“Now that I have become a VIP11 member, can you tell me what you are going to do specifically?”

“This is natural, this is natural.”

Sato bowed and said flatteringly
“We are mainly divided into two groups. One group is the large force outside. They will work with your men to protect the security of the periphery, while the real killer is these ten people in the room.”

“Look at these few…”

Sato said, turning around and pointing behind him, and began to introduce.

“These are the company’s elite, each of them has been through many battles, and their fighting spirit and endurance are amazing. Their status among our employees is like the sales champion of a department in a large company like Toyota. In-depth transformation is something that each of them has unique skills.”

“If Suzuki Satoru dares to come, we will definitely be able to bring him endless surprises.”

“It’s OK. It’s good.”

Miyamoto interrupted Sato with a wave of his hand.

“Bring it up.”

Following Miyamoto’s words, two of his men brought up two boxes and opened them in front of Sato. The boxes were filled with banknotes.

“I know it’s not easy for you elite troops to go out on this trip. This little money for tea is just a small thing.”

Sato smiled as he looked at the two boxes full of banknotes. The ten fully armed police company elite employees behind him also smiled.

Yes, the lives of VIP11 customers are of utmost importance, but if they don’t mind collecting a little extra money, they will be more respectful to Miyamoto.

Miyamoto still felt uneasy, so he ordered that the salary of the bodyguards following him should be tripled during this period. Now everyone is very satisfied.

Except for the people at the table.

Although Japanese society has always had a tendency to favor boys over girls, the gangs have always been egalitarian.

Whether you are a man or a woman, you can all sit at the table.

For example, there is a brother and sister at the table now, who seem to be trapped tightly and have terrified faces.

Suzuki Satoru’s interpersonal relationships are easy to find. Before he started his abstract and crazy killing journey, Suzuki Satoru was just an ordinary company employee.

He has no parents or brothers, is not married or has children, and even has no friends in real life.

The only people he had a close relationship with and could be considered friends were those he met in the game YGGDRASIL, although the game has been discontinued.

But for those who have a certain amount of skills and abilities, it is easy to retrieve some of the information.

When Suzuki Satoru couldn’t be found, naturally some people set their sights on Suzuki Satoru’s friends. Although these people had no idea where Suzuki Satoru was, it didn’t matter to the underworld in this already corrupt world.

They are unreasonable. Since no information can be obtained from them, I will just treat it as a revenge program to vent my anger.

The victims now are the only female member of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Bubbleteapot, and her brother Peroroncino. Bubbleteapot is a little-known voice actor, now about 27 or 28 years old, with a pretty face, while Peroroncino is 24 or 25 years old, a thin man with short hair and glasses, and a broadcaster.

Although he received a little more attention than ordinary people, that was all. Even if he suddenly disappeared, it would not cause any waves.

Both of them are in a miserable state now. Bubble Teapot’s tongue was pulled out completely and placed on her face, and the medical treatment given to her by the gang, although saved her life, also made it impossible for her to even fall into a coma, and she could only feel severe pain all the time.

Her body was now like a chicken that had just been slaughtered, and she would spasm from time to time.

Peroroncino was equipped with a faucet, just like freshly squeezed juice. If Miyamoto was thirsty, he would drink a cup of blood directly from his body.

If he could capture Suzuki Satoru, Miyamoto would never hand him over to the company first. He must let Suzuki Satoru feel the ultimate cruelty in the world and make him regret coming to this world.

Only when he has had enough fun will he hand Suzuki Satoru over to the company. I believe the company is also very interested in such a killer who may be unprecedented.

Just as Miyamoto gradually regained his confidence and began to discuss how to deal with Suzuki Satoru, he heard bursts of commotion coming from outside the safe house.

His safe house has taken a lot of security measures to deal with possible situations, and the sound insulation measures are very good. Even here, obvious noises can be heard. Something big must be happening outside.

“Ask what’s going on outside?”

“Yes!”

Miyamoto’s men turned on the large screen on the wall, which was broadcasting the situation outside.

People
It’s all people.
All I could see was an angry, roaring crowd.

There were some strange patterns painted on their faces with blood, and some of them were holding up the eight-pointed star symbol (made of garbage) representing Suzuki Satoru.

They yelled and screamed, wielding all sorts of weird, but mostly junk, weapons, and charged forward against the firepower of gangsters and police.

They are ordinary people, and in today’s society they are just some cheap gears that can be replaced at any time.

Even if someone occasionally can’t bear it, the resistance that breaks out is ridiculous and weak.

But Miyamoto could feel, based on his intuition from years of doing evil, that these people were different.

Although Miyamoto couldn’t tell what was different about these people, he could feel the madness and anger.

“Why are there so many people suddenly showing up? You didn’t even know that Suzuki Satoru’s fans have expanded to this extent! What the hell are you doing!”

“Wait a minute, wait a minute, I’ll check right away, no, I’ll call for reinforcements right away”

Sato apologized profusely as he sweated, but he didn’t need to call for reinforcements.

The lights in the safe house suddenly stopped, and the room fell into darkness.

Then, some giant beast awakened inside.

The sounds of breaking bones, tearing flesh, gunshots and screams blended into one.

Eight seconds later

As the backup power supply started up, the lights came back on.

Miyamoto found that Sato, her men, and most of his bodyguards were already spread all over the room in terrifying postures.

One of his bodyguards slowly turned his head to look at him, without moving his body, his head turned 180 degrees.

A large piece of skin on the bodyguard’s face was broken off, but what was revealed inside was another face covered in blood.

That’s Suzuki Satoru’s face!
At this moment, Suzuki Satoru was smiling at Miyamoto, showing his four upper and four lower teeth.

“Hello, Mr. Miyamoto. I said I would come to take your head today.”

“You, you, you, what do you want…? If it’s money, I can give it to you. I have plenty of money!”

“Oh, I don’t need the money, but you really disappoint me.”

Suzuki Satoru said this and began to tear off his skin. Nen saw that Suzuki Satoru was not simply wearing a fake human skin mask.

The skin outside of him was made of flesh and blood, and it was as if Suzuki Satoru had hollowed out a person’s flesh and blood and then drilled into it.

“I thought you had killed so many people and had been a pure scum who was beyond human morality for so many years. You would be a suitable sacrifice.”

“But I didn’t expect Ning to be so weak inside and out. He had no courage at all when facing an enemy that threatened his life.”

Suzuki Satoru, whose skin and flesh had been torn off, appeared in front of Miyamoto. At this moment, his body began to swell as the compressed towel came into contact with water.

Soon Suzuki Satoru grew to nearly two meters tall, his muscles swelled like steel and iron, and the muscles on his face were twisted as if in anger, but coupled with his toothy smile, he looked extremely terrifying.

“What on earth are you going to say?”

Miyamoto was trembling, and he didn’t even realize that he had become incontinent without realizing it.

“Nothing, you don’t need to know.”

Suzuki Satoru walked up to him and took off his head.

“Well, it’s useless. It seems we need to find a more suitable sacrifice.”

“Woooooooo…”

With something stuffed in his mouth, Peroroncino struggled hard to attract Suzuki Satoru’s attention.

Suzuki Satoru does look very dangerous now, but if Suzuki Satoru doesn’t care about her, he and his sister will be dead too. He can only take a gamble.

Suzuki Satoru curiously pulled out the thing in his mouth.

“You, you are Suzuki Satoru, right? I am Peroroncino, and you are Momonga-san, right? We are all partners in the same guild!”

“Peroroncino and Momonga?”

Such familiar names! Suzuki Satoru felt that he should have a deep impression of these two names, but his mind was always filled with various roars, which made him a little hesitant for a moment.

“Yes, yes, we are all comrades of the Ainz Ooal Gown Guild, and the woman over there is my sister, Bubble Teapot. Please, save us!”

“Bubble teapot?”

I heard familiar names again. Hmm, they seem to be very important to me.

But why?

not very clear.

Suzuki Satoru felt his mind was a little foggy, but he still untied Bubble Teapot and Peroroncino and left with them.

It was also after this day that the evil cult that believed in the Blood God officially came onto the stage in Suzuki Satoru’s world, and Suzuki Satoru was also called the Blood Prophet.

The company jointly decided to strike hard at Suzuki Satoru, who had already begun to form an army, but what they didn’t know was that a big one was about to come.

(End of this chapter)