Chapter 625

Working for the System in Marvel

The next moment.

Pain surged over him like a tide.

Harold found that he could neither move nor turn invisible.

—The effect of Demon-Breaking Arrows.

Geralt calmly removed the Winchester Demon Hunter Gun from his back, its dark muzzle aimed at Harold.

"People can be good or bad, and so can ghosts, but that doesn't include Wraiths."

"Mr. Wraith Korvos, do you have any last words?"

Harold wailed, yet he kept staring fixedly at Geralt, his eyes filled with venomous resentment. When he realized Geralt was unmoved, his gun hand steady and his trigger finger as firm as a mountain, his gaze immediately shifted into one of pleading, helplessness, and pitiful misery.

Completely different emotions, switched seamlessly.

The self-cultivation of a top-tier businessman.

No less impressive than that of an excellent politician.

"No!"

Bang!

Geralt decisively pulled the trigger.

The Demon Hunter Gun, crafted by mysterious Old West artisans, spat sparks from its muzzle. The silver bullet, engraved with a Holy Cross and soaked in holy water, shot down the barrel and struck Harold squarely in the chest.

Harold's expression froze.

"'No' is a pretty lame last word." Geralt curled his lip.

He did not give Harold the chance to say anything more.

For a tycoon like him, the terms he offered could sometimes be truly hard to refuse.

Just think about it. Give up one insignificant D-Rank guild mission in exchange for wealth you could never spend in a lifetime. Tempting, right?

Of course it was tempting.

Geralt did not want to test human nature.

Harold did not die peacefully in the slightest.

His final thoughts were filled with unwillingness.

A notification appeared in Geralt's mind: [Demon Hunter Experience +30].

Harold's spirit body faded away, leaving behind only a mass of black mist