I Became the Genius Bastard of a Noble Dark Clan – 102

Chapter 102

Episode 102

“But, Confucius?”

“why?”

“What you said. Are you really going to do it?”

“What, is there a problem? It’s not like it’s going to cost you anything this time, is it?”

Christian asked back nonchalantly, but Ruina looked as if she was about to burst.

“It doesn’t cost money… but isn’t what you’re about to do a crime?!”

It wasn’t an ordinary crime either.

“You’re trying to kidnap the Count?!”

Chris smiled faintly.

“I said it because I wanted to become friends.”

‘I need an assistant… or rather, someone to exploit.’ Baron Borde was the younger brother of the Count of Bursen, the monarch of the county.

With Count Bursen lying sick in bed, on the verge of death, he is effectively the number one power holder.

It couldn’t have been easy to beat someone like that.

I needed someone to cooperate.

‘If it’s a small count, it would be perfect for the purpose.’

Count Roy.

The unfortunate protagonist who lost power to his uncle, Baron Borde.

I’m in a state of despair, spending each day like a loser.

I think you would be a good fit to help with this endeavor.

“Ruina.”

“…yes.”

“You know it’s already too late. If you’re scared, you should have just taken his footsteps from the beginning.”

“…Didn’t you tell me that you were going to do something like this?! You just told me to lure the Count to the gambling house!”

Ruina clutched her head.

‘Ugh. Why did I get to know this devil?’

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But, as Chris said, it was too late.

The two were already accomplices.

“I don’t know! I was only guilty of luring the Count, so if something goes wrong, you take full responsibility for the rest!”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry about it.”

Chris replied dryly and took a step forward.

As I passed the sign that said ‘Dear Top’ and went inside, a familiar sight of a gambling hall appeared.

Ruina was also running an auction house and a gambling house on the Union side.

As I entered the innermost VVIP seat, I saw a person.

A young man who was already so drunk that he passed out.

It was Count Roy.

“Hey, over there! Sue, bring me more alcohol!!”

“Oh, Count So, you have already had too much to drink.”

“Tta, hiccup! Shut up! What are you just standing there for?! Are you ignoring me?! Do you think I’ll come to my senses if I scold you?!”

Chris chuckled and walked over to Roy and sat down.

“What are you, hiccup?”

“I’m just a passing gambler. Hey, would you like to have a go at it with me?”

“Hiccup, you’re coming out?”

“Yes, even though I look like this, I am skilled enough to serve the Count.”

Count Roy seemed interested.

“Okay. Let’s give it a try. Hiccup. Let’s see how great you are.”

And the game unfolded.

Chris used his professional gambler skills to slowly rip Roy off.

“Haha, nothing much.”

“Your skills are truly amazing. As expected from the Count. I will go again.”

therefore.

Losing it little by little.

After making the opponent feel like they are going to win,

“Wh, what?!”

“Jack of Spades Cross. What a rare card. Heaven must be helping me.”

“Done, do it again!”

Oh, oh, I ate it all while I was saying that.

“More… more…!”

“Don’t you already owe me 500,000 rupees? Even if you are a small count, you can’t go any further than this. If you want to gamble more, put up collateral with me.”

“Collateral? What?”

“Well, what would be good? I can’t dare ask the esteemed Count to put something important up as collateral. What would be good…?”

Chris made a troubled expression, then smiled faintly.

Playfully.

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As if the devil were tempting.

“That would be good. How about putting your soul on the line of the recently popular opera in the Karn Empire, ‘The Tragedy of Seldi’?”

This opera is about the tragedy that a noblewoman, addicted to gambling, experiences after selling her soul to the devil.

“So, I’m the devil. You play the role of the gambler who challenges the devil. Doesn’t that sound like quite a feat? And it won’t be a financial burden at all.”

The count, who was already completely drunk, took Chris’s words as a joke.

Unless Chris is the devil, he can’t take your soul.

In effect, this was similar to offering to lend money without collateral.

The count laughed, thinking that Chris had made this suggestion to show off his side.

“Heh heh, that sounds fun. I like it. Great! Go for it, Soul!”

“Please swear.”

“You really are talking like the devil. Okay, I swear it. If I lose this fight, I will give you my soul. Now, let’s go again, devil.”

“Okay. I’ll go back.”

The match unfolded again.

The result is all-in.

The count was completely screwed.

“this person….”

“I really can’t do this anymore.”

“I can put up as much collateral as I want! This castle is all mine!”

“Is this castle really yours, Count?”

Chris looked straight into the Count’s eyes.

“I don’t think so.”

“!!”

The count’s face turned bright red as he understood the meaning of the words.

But I couldn’t say a word.

I felt an inexplicable pressure from Chris.

“Now that the game is over, I guess I should take the collateral.”

“What? That’s funny. Haha. How are you going to take my soul? Stop playing these devil pranks that aren’t even funny anymore.”

but.

“How are you going to take the soul? It’s simple. Like this.”

Chris’s eyes sunken.

At that moment, Count So’s vision turned black.

“!!”

As if a beast devouring its prey, darkness completely engulfed his consciousness.

Pfft!

A bloody magic circle rose into the air and was imprinted on the Count’s heart.

Chris nodded after a moment to check if the magic was working properly.

The ‘Seal of Obedience’ was engraved.

He succeeded in enslaving the Count by offering his soul as collateral.

It was the beginning of an operation.

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‘Fortunately, it turned out well. I thought something like this would be possible after the warrior’s incident.’

Originally, enslaving someone by using their soul as collateral was impossible unless you were a top-level warlock.

It wasn’t simply a question of the difficulty of the technique.

It was because of the level of the soul.

In order to make the soul of an opponent your possession, the soul’s rank had to be higher than that of the opponent.

‘So, if you look into the principle of the technique of making an opponent a slave, it involves a combination of hypnosis, suppressing consciousness, and forcing actions. Rather than making an actual slave, it’s more like a principle of suppressing the opponent’s reason and forcing them to act like a slave.’

But Chris was different.

Because his soul was half-horse.

It was possible to take possession of the opponent’s soul as one’s own, just like a real devil.

‘Thanks to you, I was able to carve the seal of perfect obedience.’

‘Seal of Obedience’ was an advanced technique among the bloodletting techniques.

Depending on your achievements, the level of obedience you can force on others will vary.

Chris’s mastery of the Bloodline was still limited to issuing simple commands, but by making the Count’s soul his possession, he was able to create a much more powerful seal.

Enough to give any order other than taking one’s own life.

‘But this alone is not enough, I must make the Count submit to me completely.’

Even though the same seal of obedience is engraved on it.

There is a world of difference between following by force and following with sincerity.

For Chris’ ‘plan’ to work, he had to make the Count truly submit to him.

“Hey. Are you getting up now?”

Chris tapped the Count’s cheek.

The count frowned and then opened his eyes with a start.

I was sitting in a warehouse-like place.

In the darkness, only the dim light of a lamp dimly illuminated the surroundings.

“Wh, what?”

“Just calm down and sit down.”

“Everyone, shut up! Get out of here right now…!”

“Sit down.”

The count tried to get up, but his face looked shocked.

My body wouldn’t move!

To be exact, the moment I tried to get up from the chair, my hands and feet froze as if they were bound.

“Hey, what’s going on here?”

The count’s face was terrified.

“Let me explain. Look at my face.”

Damn it.

Footsteps were heard, and the lamplight illuminated Chris’s face.

Thick black hair.

Black-red eyes that glow brightly in the dark.

A boy’s face, beautiful yet somehow creepy and intimidating, looked down at Roy.

“Yes, you were at the casino then?”

“Yes, that’s right. I took your soul as collateral. That’s why you ended up like this.”

“W-What the heck…?! Unless you become a demon, taking a soul is like?”

The young count, who had been shouting, shut his mouth abruptly.

Parrr, his body trembled.

“S, no way… you?”

“It’s not the devil.”

Chris snickered.

“My name is Christian Van Baren Kajar. You don’t know me, do you?”

“!!”

Roy’s eyes opened wide as if they were going to tear apart.

Baron!

The Dark Magic was the bloodline’s castle.

“T, this can’t be happening… Ma, this is ridiculous. T, then what about the casino?”

“Yes, that’s right. I approached you on purpose to target you.”

The count’s face was terrified.

“Why? Why? Are you trying to kill me?”

“No, if you were going to kill me, you wouldn’t have had to go through all this trouble. Above all.”

Chris snickered.

“What good will it do for our Dark Maga to kill a worthless insect like you?”

“!!”

“Am I wrong? You are a cowardly count in name only, living each day without any authority and only looking out for your uncle’s face.”

The count’s face turned red.

But I couldn’t refute it.

Chris was right.

He has lost all authority to his uncle, Baron Borde.

Spending each day intoxicated with alcohol is also because of despair.

“You are still alive, but not for long. The moment your uncle, Baron Borde, takes complete control of the county, you will be dead. Or you will be stripped of your family name and driven out.”

“…So, what are you trying to say?”

The count growled.

“Shut up and tell me what you want from me. You must have come to me because you want something.”

Chris’s eyes widened for a moment at those harsh words.

‘He wasn’t a complete coward. Well, he was like that in his previous life too.’

actually.

In my previous life, I knew Roy.

It was a relationship that we met in passing.

However, since we were in similar situations, we had a good understanding of each other.

– If I had the strength back then.

The will that Roy left behind.

– The County of Bursen could have been prevented from being destroyed so horribly.

That’s why.

It was Chris who was able to come up with this plan.

“I will help you if you want.”

Saying something like this.

“So that we can prevent the destruction of the County of Bursen.”

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“What…are you talking about? The destruction of the County of Bursen?”

A bewildered look.

“It’s because of your uncle, Baron Bord. Didn’t you know? Your uncle was in collusion with some of the Dark Maga.”

“!!”

“Look at this.”

Christian took out an amulet and showed it to Roy, and luckily, as expected of a count, he recognized the pattern.

“Is that perhaps the Dark Maga and the Dark Shadow Knights?”

“Yes, it is a treasure that symbolizes the right to inspect.”