[Arrived At Designated Destination]
Zylus's system portrayed that message as he arrived just in front of the bartender.
The bar was built into the far wall, stretching wide with polished dark wood that reflected the flashing lights above. Bottles of alcohol lined the shelves behind it, stacked neatly from cheap liquors to expensive, glowing bottles sealed with gold caps. Soft lights were placed under each shelf, giving the drinks a faint shine that made them stand out in the darkness.
The counter itself was smooth and worn, stained from years of spilled drinks and careless hands. A few empty glasses sat near the edge, sone half filled, others cracked but still in use. The smell of alcohol was strong here, mixing with smoke and sweat from the crowded room behind. Behind the bar stood the bartender.
He was tall and calm, wearing a black vest over a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His movements were slow and precise as he poured drinks, never wasting a drop. His eyes scanned the room constantly, in a state of alert, missing nothing that went in and out. Even with the noise around him, he seemed completely in control, like he belonged here.
He's the type of guy who sells secrets just as much as drinks. It was clear now, this wasn't just a bar, it was where information was exchanged.
As the four candidates met up once again, they exchanged one last conversation.
"You guys got it?" Zylus asked.
"Yeah, we did," Frey responded, as she put a hand on the table that seperated them from the bartender.
Zylus began to walk forward as he bent down slightly, lifting his head upwards, grinning.
"Hey, bartender," Zylus said, orderly.
"What do you need?" He asked, as he shook two drinks together in a metal cylinder for a group to their right.
"Let me get a smoked old-fashioned…" Zylus said.
"Coming right up-"
"A shot of French 75 as well, please," Zylus said, smirkingly as he cut the bartender off.
The bartender simply grinned, "Come this way." As he said this, he pressed a button below, walking them into a door at the back.
"Enter here, and then you may proceed."
Each of them followed through, and the bartender walked back towards his working position.
"Same groups?" Emilia asked.
"Yeah, we'll roll with that. Just make sure to get information and get out. Nothing more, nothing less." Zylus responded as he began to open the door.
[Secret Objective Feels Close!] → [Too Close!]
"The man who used my father for entertainment must be in here," Zylus said, grinningly.
[Accept Or Reject?]
[This may be your only time getting this chance up close!]
[Rewards will be granted upon completion of the quest]
[Quest Accepted!]
[Mission: Slay the man who used your father for entertainment]
[Title of Target: The King of The Underworld]
[Name: Will Dime]
As each of them entered, they were automatically granted a butler right at the entrance.
"Just this way." The butler said, bowing down first, then stepping through a dark alleyway.
Each of them looked at each other, nodding, going with the flow. As they finally escaped the darkness, bright lights glared from above, with a crowd surrounding an arena, a fighting arena.
"Disgusting," Zylus whispered to himself.
"Good luck." The butler said, walking back into his position.
They looked at each other once more and nodded again. Emilia walked with Zylus to the left, as Zenos walked with Frey to the right. Now, this is where they needed information, to complete their mission. In the arena below, there were two huge, muscular-looking humans, enslaved in that cage, fighting for their lives and fighting for other people's bets.
Tables surrounded the entire area, and a glass barrier stood right above them.
[That man you are staring at right now, that's him. The King of The Underworld, Will Dime]
Zylus grinned as he looked up towards the glass barrier. The man was an old, fat, short guy, with women and security guards surrounding him, except for his window view. He looked down like a king, laughing as he brought the girls closer.
"Fuck our mission. I'm going to kill that guy." Zylus said, as an evilish aura spread around him.
"Are you okay?" Emilia said.
Oh yeah, forgot she was with me.
"Of course I'm fine," He smiled, almost too sarcastically.
As each of them walked around, they couldn't hear much but the announcer going crazy on the mic, as everyone looked over at the fighting cage.
"Let's get ready to rumbleeeeeeee." The announcer rolled as the fighters started to get ready for round two.
A beautiful woman walked diagonally from left to right of the cage, holding up a sign that showed, ' round 2. '
"Who are you placing your bets on this time?"
"I do him every time. Ever since that idiot died, forgot his name again, wasn't it the Giant of Gon?"
"Oh yeah, when he lost his arm, I wanted to murder him myself. He sold my bet Goddamit!"
Two people began to whisper, sitting on a wooden table, and two beautiful women lingered around them.
Zylus slammed the table. "Who're you calling an idiot?" He smiled; his aura was clear and evil, ready to kill in an instant.
The Giant of Gon wasn't just anyone, the Giant of Gon… was Zylus's father. He was a man who was built for fighting, but always held a kind heart towards young kids. Even though he was broke, with the rest of his family, he still opened an adoption center for little kids, as he couldn't bear to witness lost kids in this world anymore.
Zylus admired him so much, but his father couldn't find a way to make money, so he pledged himself into slavery. By fighting for entertainment in the Underealm, a way to earn money by winning duels, entertaining the most cruel humans. And that was where he received his title, 'The Giant of Gon.'
And Zylus didn't tolerate this disrespect, nor could he stand by and watch his dad's name being treated like trash.
"Explain," Zylus whispered, calmly, as the women blushed around the table.