Trash of the Count's Family Book 2: Chapter 391: The Birth of Evil (8)
Previously on Trash of the Count's Family...
<The Birth of Evil (8)>
Swoooooooosh-
A whirlwind gathered around Cale and Alberu's ankles.
Tatap!
The two agilely leaped between buildings, pausing on one to survey the scene below.
It was an expansive area, complete with its own park.
At its heart lay the Transparent Museum.
Oooooo– oooooo– oooooo–
The pathway leading to the museum…
A long stretch flanked by gardens on either side.
“Just as I thought.”
Since it wasn't yet open to the public, the path should have been deserted.
Oooooo– oooooo–
Yet, a lone figure, cloaked in flame-like red mana, traversed the path.
It was Rosalyn.
Her gait was as confident and elegant as ever, reminiscent of an Imperial Crown Prince en route to his coronation.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep—!
An alarm blared to life.
“Intruder!”
“All personnel, take formation!”
Emerging from within the museum and from the gates, employees of the Transparent © converged on Rosalyn from all directions.
“Dongsaeng.”
Alberu observed the unfolding scene with a detached air.
“That’s quite a significant number of guards for a mere museum, wouldn’t you say?”
“I concur, your Highness.”
“And their skill seems considerable.”
Alberu gestured towards the group emerging from the museum's main entrance.
“Those individuals appear strong enough to handle most threats, wouldn't you agree?”
The guard detail seemed excessive for a simple museum.
Furthermore, some of the individuals gradually revealing themselves looked formidable.
“This truly must be the secret laboratory.”
Cale nodded, acknowledging Alberu's deduction.
“Shall we proceed, your Highness?”
“Indeed.”
Without further hesitation, the two averted their gaze from Rosalyn.
Then, they pushed off the ground.
Swoooooooosh-
Propelled by the wind swirling around their ankles, their forms swiftly moved towards the rear of the museum.
“The laboratory's blueprint?”
“I have it memorized.”
The two, moving with practiced efficiency and stealth, went unnoticed.
“Once the camouflage magic dissipates, we'll follow the map directly to the basement.”
“Understood. Did you confirm it was the third basement level?”
“Yes, your Highness. I was informed that’s where the secret lab files are located.”
“Then that shall be our target for acquisition.”
They conversed as if on a leisurely stroll.
However, at that precise moment…
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang-!
A deafening roar erupted, and the ground trembled violently.
Cale and Alberu’s attention snapped towards the epicenter of the tremor.
Baaaaaang-
Though the sun was beginning its ascent, signaling a new dawn, the sky still retained traces of the receding night.
“As expected of Miss Rosalyn.”
They witnessed a colossal flame shaped like a flower ascending towards the heavens.
It bore a resemblance to the sun, or perhaps a rose…
This scarlet bloom of fire, sparkling brilliantly, evoked images of a serpent or an Asian Dragon.
The reason Cale and Alberu's infiltration remained undetected…
“Hoo hoo.”
Rosalyn greeted the approaching adversaries with a smile, gently stamping her foot.
Boom!
The resultant tremor shook the ground as if a giant had stomped down.
“Stop her!”
“Lethal force is authorized against the intruder!”
“Attack!”
There appeared to be approximately two hundred individuals.
‘An entire museum warrants this many guards?’
“How utterly delightful.”
Rosalyn observed the oncoming wave of attackers.
They were comprised of regular guards, individuals resembling seasoned soldiers, and some exhibiting distinct special abilities.
She surveyed them all before stamping her foot once more.
Boom!
The earth shuddered.
Shaaaaa—
Crimson threads emanated from her, spreading outwards in every direction.
They extended across the expansive park grounds surrounding the museum.
Following the perimeter, they reached the magic stones and circles secretly placed by herself, Alberu, and Cale during the night.
Her mana flowed unimpeded.
Crack!
The instant these magic stones fractured upon contact with her mana…
Ooooooooong-
The ground rumbled, and a vast, scarlet magic circle materialized.
Crack, crack, crack!
The bracelets adorning her arms…
The magic stones embedded within them began to shatter, one after another.
But Rosalyn's smile widened further.
“It’s been quite some time.”
Aipotu.
She had been unable to fight effectively there.
Her mana refused to cooperate, leaving her dependent on her companions…
“It was a dreadful experience.”
She also felt a sense of remorse.
Towards her friends, and towards herself.
She hadn't yet achieved the ability to create an aura domain like Choi Han.
However, she remained focused, meticulously refining her magic.
This dedication had brought her absolute certainty.
Freedom.
As long as her mana was unchained.
‘I could even confront a Dragon.’
Rosalyn finally reclaimed this profound sense of freedom after a prolonged absence.
She could now unleash her magic without restraint.
Her companions had orchestrated this very scenario for her.
“Perish!”
“Attack!”
Rosalyn regarded the charging adversaries and spoke.
“Go forth.”
She gestured forward.
Her mana responded instantly to her command.
Baaaaaang–!
The colossal red serpent, which had been ascending towards the sky, lowered its head.
“Take cover!”
“Damn it!”
It then surged towards the museum.
Rosalyn simultaneously lowered both hands towards the ground.
Crack, crack!
More magic stones fractured.
“Hoo hoo-”
Rosalyn's smile grew even more pronounced.
“Shatter.”
She issued the command.
Craaaaaack–!
Dozens of magic stones simultaneously disintegrated.
The highest-grade magic stones, which were all used, were sufficient to fund the operation of most territories for a couple of years.
And-
Ooooooo—!
A surge of red mana emanated from the ground…
Flashes of light began to emanate from the magic circle.
At that precise moment…
Baaaaaaaaaang!
A colossal red snake slammed into the museum.
As these two events transpired simultaneously…
Craaaaaaack——-!
The individuals who had been advancing towards Rosalyn witnessed something that caused them to instinctively halt their assault.
“Huh?”
Echoing the sentiment of a question, everything averted its gaze to this singular spectacle.
Craaaack—!
Both the crimson serpent and the red magic array wrought havoc upon the museum.
In reality, they were dismantling the camouflage that concealed its true nature as a museum.
The Transparent Museum, a renowned architectural marvel, had garnered numerous construction accolades from across the globe.
Its facade, akin to glass, began to fracture.
The personnel tasked with guarding what they believed to be a mere museum could not contain their utter astonishment.
Conversely, some were so dumbfounded, they were left speechless.
“U, unbelievable! T, the magic conjured by that gentleman……!”
‘They proclaimed that no entity on Earth 3 possessed the capability to breach it.
They were adamant that there was no possibility of this clandestine laboratory’s authentic form being revealed.
Such was their certainty!’
“Director!”
The museum’s Director found himself unable to readily respond to his subordinate, who urgently seized him and inquired about the course of action.
“…Was it the young patriarch’s magic that was destroyed…?”
The Transparent ©.
Nay, Han Taek Soo, the esteemed patriarch of the Transparent Bloods lineage.
The young patriarch, destined to follow in his predecessor’s illustrious footsteps…
His mastery of magic was reputed to be on par with that of a seasoned wanderer.
Yet, such a feat-
“She vanquished it?”
‘With such apparent ease?’
The Director…
No, the head of the secret laboratory slowly shifted his gaze.
His eyes fell upon the woman enveloped in a fiery aura of red mana, rendering her unapproachable. He observed the mage whose presence deterred any physical contact, even from those who managed to draw near.
Her hair and eyes mirrored the vibrant hue of her mana.
A radiant smile graced her features.
Crack, crackle!
The disintegrating magic stones, resembling shattered jewels, glittered as their fragments descended around her.
The vicinity surrounding her transformed into a crimson, starlit nebula.
Step.
Rosalyn commenced her advance.
“Shouldn’t this degree of pandemonium suffice to capture everyone’s attention?”
With a leisurely laugh, she proceeded towards the adversaries.
Baaaaaang!
As she moved, the red serpent and the magic circle…
Craaaack-!
Persisted in their destruction of the museum’s structure.
And within its confines, a new edifice began to gradually materialize.
It was an expansive, five-story secret laboratory, boasting an additional three subterranean levels.
What the public perceived as a mere five-story museum concealed the reality of its hidden depths.
The three basement floors were the sites where most dreadful research was conducted and meticulously documented.
“There is still a significant portion remaining.”
Rosalyn confirmed the presence of two-thirds of the magic stones still affixed to her arms and directed her gaze skyward.
“That contraption is referred to as a helicopter, is it not?”
Her eyes spotted a helicopter.
“C, contact HQ!”
“Surround that woman! Apprehend her, by any means necessary!”
She could sense the escalating chaos.
Rosalyn anticipated an even greater influx of individuals converging upon her location.
While many would undoubtedly be hostile, she mused…
‘We also require the world’s observation.’
The timing of their actions, coinciding with sunrise, was deliberate.
‘Our allies will also make their appearance.’
Rosalyn perceived the unfolding turmoil behind her.
The helicopter was descending rapidly.
“Haha-”
A laugh escaped her.
The Director, upon noticing the helicopter, exclaimed,
“T, that’s the Hero Guild-!”
“Aren’t they affiliated with Ahn Roh Man?!”
The Hero Guild, established by a faction of ability users who pledged allegiance to Ahn Roh Man.
The appearance of a helicopter bearing that specific guild’s insignia was significant.
“Dispatch an urgent communiqué to HQ! Summon the young patriarch as well!”
The Director’s voice intensified.
“Miss Rosalyn!”
A familiar voice called out from behind her, prompting Rosalyn to turn her head.
She observed President Ahn Roh Man, who was dispatching guards as he advanced towards her.
His personal intervention signaled the gravity of the situation.
It implied that Ahn Roh Man had resolved to seize this opportune moment to drastically alter the prevailing dynamics, irrespective of any future repercussions.
Smile.
Rosalyn returned the smile.
Regardless of how the circumstances evolved…
“Shouldn’t I simply follow our Commander-nim’s instructions?”
Crack.
Another magic stone fractured.
Baaaaaaaaaaang—!
A magnificent torrent of red mana ascended.
Earth 3.
Ensuring that every headline that morning would prominently feature her.
“Hahaha, Haha-”
Rosalyn unleashed her mana with unrestrained abandon.
She then moved both her hands.
“Overturn everything!”
Rosalyn resolved to instigate a level of destruction surpassing even her previous exploits, which included the demolition of several palaces.
However, given the exponential enhancement of her abilities since then, the resultant impact was—
Boom. Boom!
The very ground trembled.
Baaaaaang!
And the surrounding structures continued to crumble, plunging the area into utter pandemonium.
* * *
Concurrently, a legend, or rather, unparalleled chaos, was being forged in another locale.
Within the immersive virtual realm of “Raising My Very Own Precious Omnipotent God’s New World…”
“Eek! What is that?!”
In the Eastern Empire, a user pointed towards the sky.
Caw. Caw.
A multitude of crows soared through the sky, converging on a single point. Meanwhile, across the Western Empire…
Clack, clack.
“Holy hell! Those are skeletons moving! Aren’t they monsters?”
“What the? What’s happening?”
Thousands of skeletal figures could be observed marching in unison. Caw caw-
The ominous cries of crows echoed above them. The scene was horrifyingly chaotic, deterring any users from attempting to hunt these spectral beings. “…What in the world…?”
“Where… are they going?”
Such bizarre spectacles were unfolding throughout New World. Furthermore…
“…Crows?”
“Yes, my liege. Crows suddenly darkened the sky before flying off in a specific direction!”
The territory of the Sixth Evil. No… the phenomenon was occurring across all Eight Evils.
“Skeletons!”
“…Suddenly, a whirlwind! And that whirlwind is heading west!”
“Dark red clouds drifted east? It felt as if they possessed a consciousness of their own?”
As the leaders of the Eighth Evils reacted to these peculiar sights, the NPCs and users of New World began to connect the dots. “…They all seem to be converging on the Seventh Evil?”
“Isn’t this similar to what we saw in that video not too long ago? The events unfolding in the Seventh Evil-”
“Hold on, what exactly is about to be born in the Seventh Evil?”
A sense of unease permeated New World, as such an ominous, unified movement towards a single location had never occurred before. Yet, it was also accompanied by a surge of anticipation.
“Should we head towards the Seventh Evil?”
“Hey, go gather some intel!”
This situation was spawning endless speculation and discussion. “Finally.”
Clopeh Sekka’s lips curved into a smile. “Finally, a genuine story is about to be written.” The genesis of a legend lies in its narrative.
As some began to find his expansive smile a bit unnerving…
“Huff. Huff.”
“…This is incredibly taxing.”
Gashan collapsed onto the ground, his breaths ragged. Mary sat beside him, equally spent, a sight rarely observed. “…This is a legend… This is immensely strenuous……”
“Huff, huff. You crazy bastard!”
The Heavenly Demon shook his head, observing the two and Clopeh. His expression was uncharacteristically serious. “…This has surpassed the realm of mere entertainment.”
Initially amused, he had lent a hand a few times, but now he felt the creation of the ‘Birth of Evil’ legend was taking a rather intense turn. Still, the Heavenly Demon glanced at Clopeh before averting his gaze. He had no intention of interfering in such a troublesome endeavor. “Hoo hoo-”
Clopeh’s laughter was unsettling, his eyes glinting with such madness that even Raon steered clear. All except one. “I suppose I should report to Sheritt-nim.”
Sheritt, the former Dragon Lord, Raon’s mother, and the mother of the owner of the heart Eden Miru now possessed, was cheering him on. ‘Clopeh. Discuss matters with Sheritt-nim as you proceed.’ Cale had entrusted Sheritt with overseeing Clopeh to prevent him from going too far, but… “Yes. The birth of a Dragon is a grand and magnificent legend.”
Sheritt beamed with satisfaction at Clopeh’s report. Of course, another figure by their side was also smiling contentedly. “Hoo hoo.”
Casillia, the former Pope and a half-dragon, was eagerly anticipating a magnificent Birth of Evil, the woman who would eventually establish a Knights Brigade for Eden Miru. “Cale Henituse-nim has selected the perfect individual for this task, as expected.” That was why she held Clopeh in such high regard. And so, another chaotic event, or rather, a legend, was in the making. Clack, clack, clack-
The egg, swaddled in a floral-patterned cloth, trembled with an unsettling anxiety. * * *
“Ugh!”
“Ugh!”
Two brawny individuals crumpled to the ground. Swipe. Swipe.
Alberu casually wiped his hands and turned to face Cale. “Input the credentials.”
“Yes, your highness.”
Approximately thirty people lay unconscious in the hallway. At the end of the corridor… Cale arrived before the Lab Record Room on the third basement level and produced a business card. He then entered the passcode. Beep, beep beep, beep- Once all twelve digits were entered… Chhh– The door to the record room swung open. Cale stepped inside. [Intruders located]
A synthesized voice announced. [Commence protection protocol.] Cale smirked. ‘Even with this passcode, the internal lifeform detection system will instantly identify that it is neither the Chairman nor myself.’ Kang Geun Mok had forewarned them. ‘Then, the protection protocol will initiate immediately. That… Is the explosive demolition of the record room.’ The entire record room would be detonated to ensure secrecy. The bomb was referred to as the protection protocol. “It will take less than one minute to complete.”
‘One minute is sufficient.’
– Cale, you aren't considering using the instant option, are you?
‘Of course not.’ He had no intention of wasting the instant ability on such a trivial matter. “What is it?”
Cale looked at Alberu and offered a smile. — Translator's Comments The ladies would not like such a quick shot Cale… TCF posting schedule is currently 1 chapter Monday – Wed and 1 chapter Friday – Sun. Join our discord to be notified as soon as the chapter posts!
