Rebirth of Abium

'It's that goblin, right?'

With a strange smile on his face, he asked Azolla while shutting the door tightly from inside.

'Yes. I thought of reminding you to remove the tracking curse spell before tomorrow, but I didn't expect that fate divinity holder himself would remind you about that sneaky rat.' Azolla said with a chuckle.

'Ha, I thought this disguise would be enough to fool that guy's eyes, but it appears all these times I was under his influence. As expected, without much strength and enough cautiousness, I won't be able to escape from that mysterious guy.' Abium sighed helplessly. He had already thought that the goblin must be a mole when it placed a tracking curse in his body. But he didn't expect it was that mysterious Fate divinity holder's lackey.

'Azolla, help me remove that tracking curse. I don't want to be under someone's palm.' Abium said solemnly, and soon he felt a bit of his spiritual power condensed into a sharp needle and pierced at the area where that curse was hidden.

The next instant, an illusionary goblin's face appeared above his head and let out a shrill cry. As Abium saw that figure, he quickly gripped his hand tighter and punched towards that goblin's creepy face. Instantly, that illusionary goblin face turned into dark smoke and dissolved into thin air. After checking, there was no other curse inside his body; he breathed out a sigh of relief.

Woooooooo!

He became startled as he heard a loud horn sound that came from the north, and soon his lips started to curl upward.

'It appears some high-rank nobles are already entering the city. I should also get prepared for tomorrow's big event.' Abium muttered to himself and silently thought of those arrogant nobles who would abandon their pride and ran like scared cats tomorrow.

'Let's see how many of them manage to remain alive by the end of tomorrow.' Abium chuckled and opened the door to give some more instructions to those slum kids. He stayed at 16 Black Street till afternoon while teaching sword arts to those kids and then changed his clothes into a ragged one before he left the Black Street. Then, he directly moved towards the Slum Borough's entrance and entered the Slum after an hour of waiting outside. As Abium arrived at the Slum's main street, he suddenly stopped walking and glanced around with a frown on his face. He felt someone just scanned his body and got startled inside.

Knock. Knock.

He quickly tapped that wooden door twice and soon saw a round-faced guy full of scars cautiously opening the door from the inside.

"Sir Jeeves! Ahem. Boss, come in." Darby quickly invited Abium in as he noticed it was his current Boss of Pine Street.

Abium silently nodded his head and walked inside while looking at the interior. Unlike his small house at the corner of this Pine Street, this single storied house was much more extensive and appeared to be in good condition. After Abium made a swift glance, he silently sat on the Glastonbury chair, which was placed in the reception room and began to ask.

"How many members are there in our gang? I want the most trusted ones."

"There are around 50 thugs still staying in our Pine Street, Boss. But in those, only a handful of them are most trustful. Those guys are my close friends and won't betray you." Darby silently arrived in front of Abium with a humble look and said without any flattering.

'Too few.' Abium sighed and asked while narrowing his eyes.

"Will these guys do all kinds of work?"

"Yes, Boss." Darby instantly nodded with a bright expression on his face.

"Good. Bring those guys to the house in Pine Street before seven o clock evening. It would be better if they are more skilled in acting and thieving." Abium stood up from the wooden chair and said calmly.

Then without wasting any time, Abium left Darby's house and directly returned to his own home in Pine Street. Following that, he took out those nine necromancers' portraits and started casting seer's intuition spell multiple times. It was to find out the success rate of killing them with the help of Darby's friends. After a few minutes, he took out two necromancers' portraits separately and sighed deeply.

'These two are dangerous.' Abium creased his eyebrows and soon started shaking his head with a bitter smile on his face.

'I'm not strong enough to face nine of them. Without miracle star, Quick-thinking divine spell, and seer's intuition spell, I wouldn't be even able to kill three of these guys. Ha! Now killing these seven of these necromancers would be a great success.'

'Hmm, from Baxter's memory, I also learned a few mages are working for those necromancers.' Abium narrowed his eyes and shook his head. Then he memorized those portraits in his mind and silently walked towards the Butcher's lane. It was one of the eleven main streets in the slum Borough. He quickly arrived near to the large house and scanned the house to confirm the target's location. After confirming his target was inscribing a magic spell scroll inside, he silently tapped the Miracle star and said calmly inside his mind.

'You can steal this guy's luck-.'

But before he could finish his words, an invisible force spread out from his bracelet and covered the whole house.

A brown-haired old man sat on the wooden chair inside a large single storied house while creating a zero tier spell scroll. But suddenly, he made a small mistake and got startled. Without any delay, he quickly took out that unfinished scroll and threw it inside his empty spatial ring.

"Damn!" He cursed out loud and punched the table in frustration, then took out another scroll to inscribe the next spell. But before he could grab on his quill pen, a silver knife, which had already flown up above his head due to the earlier punch, directly fell on his head.

Instantly, that brown-haired old man perceived the danger.

"Shield!" He muttered while tapping his golden bracelet.

Then, a green layer shield appeared from his golden bracelet covered his body, and blocked the knife. It was a low tier artifact that would activate when wielder's life was in danger. With a dumbfounded expression on his face, he watched that knife falls on the ground after being repelled by that green shield.

'What the hell was that?' He stared at the knife with bewilderment on his face and slumped on the chair. But the next instant, he shouted in pain as he felt a sharp pain from his buttocks.

Meanwhile, Abium already walked towards the end of that Bucher's lane and soon moved towards another target.

A few minutes later, in Rakke Street, Slum Borough.

A black-haired man who was around 30 years old was standing on the Rakke street road with a pained face. His name was Neil, an official tier necromancer. Scarlet blood splattered all over his face, and his left hand was nowhere to be seen. He hurriedly poured a healing potion that he took out from his spatial ring and sighed deeply.

He was too unlucky today! He was dragged into a random fight between thieves and lost his left hand. But what made his heart ache more was that he couldn't be even able to kill those two morons. Both of them ran away when they noticed they had hurt an influential person.

The culprit behind this incident didn't even watch that necromancer's misery and directly moved towards the next target. He went to Olive Street, and then to Killer's Street, Slaver's Street, Trinity Lane, and Wood street. By the end of that day, same similar things started to happen to all those necromancers hiding in those five streets. All seven of them met with misfortune continuously.

After Abium finished his job, he breathed out a sigh of relief and returned to Pine Street with a soft smile on his face.

…

Soon, the dusk came and followed by multiple knocks. Abium quickly opened the door and saw a total of seven ruffians looking tall, muscular guys standing at the entrance. Darby also accompanied them and stood a few feet away with a nervous look on his face.

"Come in." Abium invited them in with a cold tone and then gave seven portraits, seven disguise spell scrolls, seven low tier magic stones, and seven sealed-letters to all of them. And then, he shifted his gaze towards Darby, and others then spoke with a firm tone.

"This is your first mission. Each of you has to place these sealed letters in these guys' house before midnight. Darby will tell you each of their addresses. First, kill one of their servants and disguise yourself as them using the spell scroll." He paused for a second and shifted his gaze towards the spell scrolls and explained.

"This spell scroll is disguise spell. Once you tore that scroll, a mysterious magic runic circle will appear. Immediately toss a magic stone into that circle, and then the runic circle will help you change your facial appearance. Don't use these disguise spell scrolls near to those targets' houses. Once you changed your outer look, go to these necromancers' houses and placed these sealed letters in front of their houses along with their servants' heads."

'That will make them lose their calm. Hehe, those necromancers are all afraid of Real Baxter after all.' He muttered inwardly.

"What if they found us?" As Abium was muttering inwardly, one of the ruffians asked with an anxious expression face. Because he knew they didn't make any detailed plan before, and he thought they would fail this mission.

"I know it is not a planned mission. But we don't have much time, and this will also be a part of the mission. You have to learn how to adapt to sudden changes, and this will give all of you a good experience. Don't worry; there won't be any failures." Abium's lips started to curl up as he said those words.

"Okay, Boss. Is there anything we need to be aware of?" Darby asked with a curious expression on his face.

"If you get caught by any of these Necromancers, drink this potion," Abium said with a grave expression on his face and gave another seven small bottles to them.

Seeing Abium's seriousness, all of them took the bottles and started asking a few more questions. Abium instantly began to explain in a detailed manner and continued to teach them how to use those spell scrolls. After an hour, Darby and his friends walked out of his small house with a bright expression on their faces while leaving Abium alone.

…

28th March, around 2 A.M at Pine Street, Slum Borough.

Abium stood in front of his house door with a frown on his face while gazing at nearby wooden huts. After 15 minutes of waiting, Abium saw a few hooded figures starting to appear from the nearby alley street roads and quickly ran towards his direction hurriedly.

Soon, Abium saw Darby's anxious face in the bright moonlight and knew they had met with some trouble.

"What happened?" As the group arrived near to him, Abium asked in a suppressing tone.

"Sir, we completed the mission successfully. But while we are on our way to here, we encountered a strange being. We don't know what that thing is, but it is not a human being." Darby said with a trembling tone as if he had seen a ghost and quickly took out a black-colored humanoid creature's head with multiple red lines on its both cheeks. Moreover, it had a small reddish horn protruded at the center of its forehead and gave off a dangerous red glow.

Instantly, Abium's eyes squinted sharper, and he identified that face.

'Lesser Imp! I heard these creatures are infant forms of demons and would grow to become fully-fledged demons after a few transformations. But how come this lesser imp arrived inside this Slum?' Abium wore a troubled expression and got puzzled inside.

'Appearance of these lesser Imps will become troublesome indeed! But I think mages would be able to deal with these creatures later. For now, my plans are stopping those necromancers from killing that crown prince and find more information about Rilos's Undying secret. Also, I have to find out more about that fate divinity holder.' Abium quickly calmed down as many thoughts crossed through his mind, and he started to ask with an impatient look on his face.

"Did you guys placed those sealed letters successfully?"

"Yes, boss," Darby said in a solemn tone while others nodded their head respectfully.

Hearing that, a cold smile appeared on Abium's face. Then, he quietly took out three hundred white gold coins from his spatial ring and gave it to Darby and then started talking,

"This much money should be enough for all of you guys to get a new identity and even buy a house in the Commoners' Borough. Now, you have two options. The first option is you have to work for me from now on. If you do, then you will get some high ranked cultivation techniques and one white gold coin as salary per month. All you have to do is train your body using that technique and improve your strength quickly. Within three years, I want this whole Slum Borough to be under my control. If you accept to work for me, then you also have to face all those other street gang leaders, so think carefully." His words instantly caused everyone's expression to pale.

They thought it was just a simple mission, but now they realized it was not! All of them, even Darby, started to think of what would be the second option. They knew that just controlling a single street was not much a problem. But managing the whole Slum Borough was another matter. There were a total of eleven main streets in the slums, and eleven gang leaders controlled each of those streets. Moreover, each of them was not lower than a fourth tier warrior. But that was not the main problem.

Darby once heard of a rumor that all these gang leaders were just servants of a single leader named Underworld lord Dark Eye. No one knew of that leader's real name, and all these gang leaders just bestowed even his alias. As for his original strength, it was just a mystery. As he was thinking about that Underworld lord Dark Eye, Abium's lips started to curl up as he spoke with a bone-chilling tone.

"As for the second option, there is none. I won't stop you guys from walking away from this mission. But the sad thing is, there is a friend of mine called Raven. He disliked these types of things. Even if I tell him to leave you guys alone, he will come to your home at midnight and cut your head silently." Abium's simple words made everyone's expression to stiffen up. Now everyone realized it was a direct threat and felt chills all over their bodies!

"B-Boss, Why?" Finally, Darby stared back at Abium's eyes with a fearful expression on his face and asked with a trembling tone. All this time, he thought this new gang leader was a very smooth guy and thought his life would improve.

But Abium shrugged his shoulders and silently waited for their answers. He didn't trust these guys fully, and even he was a little suspicious of Darby from the beginning. Abium didn't felt any sympathy for these guys because they had done many cruel things before. The only reason he didn't kill these guys was that he needed their strength. That's all.

After a long silence, everyone nodded their head in approval as they realized their position. Abium's expression soon turned to normal, and started to speak.

"Don't be anxious. From now on, all of you, including Darby, will be working under my student, Lillian. She will be your new boss. Use some of those white gold coins to get an official identity quickly and move to the black street. If any of those children died while I'm away, you guys would be the ones responsible for their death. So, protect them with your life on the line. As for your mission about taking over the Slum Borough, Lillian will tell you guys about that later." As he said those words, Abium quickly turned back and shut his house door.