God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World! Chapter 513 513: One More Question

The room's atmosphere hung far heavier now.

Gabriel adjusted his position a little on the bed, fixing his gaze upon the blindfolded figure before him. The summoner stayed kneeling, breaths ragged and body rigid, braced for some greater horror to strike.

Behind him loomed Grizzlenaught, utterly still and wordless, its sheer existence pinning the man against any notion of fleeing.

Gabriel took his time. For several moments, he observed the man, allowing the quiet to drag on purposefully, ramping up the tension.

"Let's not waste time," he stated with calm composure.

The summoner twitched faintly yet stayed silent.

Gabriel inclined forward slightly, propping his arm upon his knee.

"Tell me everything you know about the Black Star Clan."

Though spoken evenly, the words carried unmistakable demand—no tricks or partial truths. He demanded the full story.

The man's throat bobbed with a hard swallow. His lips cracked open, yet initially no words emerged. His palms shook against the ground.

Gabriel held back, merely observing as he granted the summoner space to compose himself.

"I…" the summoner rasped at last, voice gravelly. He halted once more, seemingly pondering deeply.

His shoulders then slumped a touch.

All remaining defiance had vanished.

"I'll talk," he grumbled.

Gabriel's stare stayed icy as he commanded, "Start from the beginning."

Barry moistened his parched lips, head bowed momentarily before he began to speak.

"The Black Star Clan is an assassin organization," he croaked. "That much you likely figured. But from our founding, we were designed to target players."

"We despise them. Most clan members do. Otherworlders arrive, cause chaos, level up rapidly, and disrupt equilibrium everywhere. That was our former creed. Players sowed disorder, so we were trained to eliminate threats early—that was core to our mission."

Gabriel remained quiet. He was already aware of this.

Within the game, Black Star stood as a prime foe to players. They terrified adventurers by acting unlike typical mobs. Stalking, pursuing, laying ambushes, slaying over and over till victims reset to nothing. Countless lost progress, gear, quests due to them. Not mere murderers—relentless hunters.

Barry fidgeted on his knees, flinching as Grizzlenaught rumbled lowly from behind.

"Things were like that once," he continued. "Until the Patriarch encountered someone."

Gabriel's face shifted subtly. "Someone?"

Barry dipped his head. "A enigmatic figure. No clue on his origins. Nor the words exchanged. Low-ranks like me never got those details."

He inhaled unsteadily, then pressed on.

"Whatever promise that stranger offered flipped it all. Post-meeting, our aims realigned. Ancient goals got sidelined. Now, you're the prime objective."

"What did this man look like?" Gabriel inquired.

Barry's features strained as he dredged up vague recollections.

"I can't detail much," he confessed at length. "Descriptions stayed scarce. Witnesses clammed up after. One detail recurred, though."

Barry hesitated, gulped, then revealed, "They claimed he seemed alien to this world."

Silence enveloped the room thereafter.

Grizzlenaught towered motionless over Barry, a barrier of dread. Window light grazed half of Gabriel's visage, leaving the other shrouded.

Reclining against the bedhead, he sank into contemplation.

Not of this world.

Those words both sharpened and broadened the scope.

The Holy Church craved his demise—plain as day. The Graves formed yet another group with motive to strike. Each possessed power, influence, grudges fierce enough to wield Black Star like a dagger.

Another faction emerged in his mind, prompting a tongue-click.

"The Tempest family," he murmured.

Their heir Ken lay dead by his hand. In Edgeburn's warlike realm, honor and vengeance loomed large. Other crises had distracted him since, yet their grudge burned hot enough for retaliation.

His palm lifted to rub his brow briefly.

Chaos Knight barely registered as viable. To Gabriel, they buzzed like flies, not true peril. Capable of mischief, sure—but too sly for such precision.

Crimson Star lingered as a suspect.

As did Olympus guilds, albeit their aggression smacked of guild wars linked to Broken Dawn.

Yet, the circumstances deteriorated further since every one of those factions recognized him solely as Broken Heaven.

Thus, should they have desired to strike him down, it was Broken Heaven and the Broken Dawn Guild who ought to have borne the brunt, not White Phantom.

Gabriel narrowed his eyes.

Barry glanced up briefly, spotted the change in Gabriel's demeanor, and promptly bowed his head once more.

Gabriel's mind drifted back to the castle.

Tonight, the Black Star Clan had set their sights on White Phantom, but they tracked him down there despite his extreme caution.

His expression grew icier.

"So that's the real problem," he murmured softly.

Should they realize he was one and the same as Gabriel Reyes, the immediate future would spiral into chaos unless he moved fast.

Several seconds ticked by before Gabriel eyed Barry anew.

His tone stayed even as he spoke, yet the heaviness in it forced Barry to stiffen instinctively.

"I have another question."

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