The God of Jesters
Chapter 175 - 3.11.1 Shot in the dark

Chapter 175: 3.11.1 Shot in the dark

"HEMGRUM! GURTUM! LAKARAMA!"

Chants that sounded demonic, but were somewhat soothing to the ears, echoed in Max’s ears. Waking him up from his stupor.

The gamble actually paid off more than I had expected. A shot in the dark that where I barely had any expectations.

To me, the dagger was the clue. Originally, Max was never meant to be a huge part of my plan. He was always meant to be a chess piece that would be used for all he was worth and then discarded after he had fulfilled his destiny.

That was until one day, I got a bit curious about his dagger and then asked some associates for thorough research on it. And the answer I got, oh the nature of the dagger was much more special than one might think.

Sadly, the deity this dagger belonged to had fallen long ago. So long ago in fact, that its bloodline holds no power anymore, and it can only sustain just a single Knight, and that too through the support of the holy artifact, Lakarm’s Tooth.

Lakram or before his death, it was called the Thousand Faced Tree was a nature deity famous for its mischievous nature and habit of harassing the tribes at night.

It was neither benevolent nor malicious, a deity that enjoyed living as an animal in the dark and human at the day. So did its followers, who always had a knack for living double lives.

And that was it, that’s what I was able to learn about it. As for how it fell, I could never learn that. But considering the history of this world, I had few ideas on what happened.

A fate that befell many beings during those interesting times.

But none of that matters currently, I can’t go back into the past and learn it nor can I bring this deity back to life to resuscitate its Knight Lineage. Which in truth would require centuries of preparation and research.

Whereas Blue Rose had her cult of Blue Lotus supporting her and preparing for her resurrection. In Lakarma’s case, I didn’t even know where his traces were. That is, beside his tooth.

"Awaken, my Master!" I said playfully with no one to hear it, while various postulates of flesh grew on Max’s body, which burst one by one to excrete all the corrupted blood. A disgusting cleansing was taking place while the shadowy figures of all those that Max had killed disappeared one by one.

"Weight of killing.’ Was the curse he was hit with, a bizarre curse that can take down gods if used properly and timely? The more one has been killed, the heavier the weight the victim will experience. No matter what state they are in, even a soul will be cursed under the effect of this curse and this would have been the fate of Max, if not for the timely activation of Lakarm’s teeth. Which overpowered the curse before it could take root in Max’s body.

"Go little ones, drink it," I ordered my minions to enjoy all the blood that flowed out, collect this rotten curse, and hand it over to me, while I waited for Max to recover.

But while I can wait, others won’t.

The original perpetrator of this curse slowly walked out of the alleyway, a petite figure in a maid uniform.

A young maid who had been overlooked by the Letzer family, but if they saw her now, they wouldn’t even treat her lightly anymore.

"Target acquired." She said while her hand transformed into a giant blade.

She was one of them, but a bit special. Her eyes were lit up with blue light, as she scanned the max’s, but couldn’t detect any problem with it. Even the dagger appeared normal to her. "Still alive." She wondered in surprise for a bit, before slamming down the blade towards Max’s legs.

But before she could hit it, Max lifted his hand and then grabbed the blade tightly in his arms.

"Fuck..." he said, spitting blood, before looking at the woman. "You?" He was surprised to see her face, as he could remember this woman from not too long ago in the Letzer home and her clothes that corroborated his memory.

"How?" Confused and a bit panicked, his mind was running at a speed that Max couldn’t even fathom. Making everything appear slow to him, including the arm of the woman that has transformed into a mechanical blade.

Out of instinct, he called back his dagger, which flew to him, as the root connecting the two dragged it back to him.

"I will think later.’ He thought while using his dagger to cut the barrel that crawled out of the woman’s other arm.

"Projectile system malfunction."

"A puppet?" He wondered, before dragging his body back. "No, this movement... you are like that driver." Max experienced a level of clarity that he had never before, his thoughts moved fast while his body acted on instinct dodging the attacks of the "puppet"

Barely dodging the erratic movements of the puppet. "I survived.’ But that’s it. He was not blind enough to fight. Not when the police were searching for him and it won’t be long before he is found by them. So he ran.

He ran away from the maid who can never match up to his speed in a million years. The same was true for Max though, his own leg perception was struggling to keep up pace with his burst in strength as well as speed he was able to achieve now.

The light steps he was so proud of had turned heavy, each of his steps broke the floor as well as asphalt on the road, leaving a trail of his for anyone to follow.

’Fuck.’ The longer time went by, the more things he started to wonder about, which was when he noticed this small problem.

But that was it, it was just a small problem that was fixed with some concentration and proper distribution of force in his legs, increasing his efficiency.

"Jester, explain, what happened just now?" He asked me, but there was no way I could answer him. I can barely feel him through the contract we established. So until he sleeps or welcomes another centipede in his ears. I can’t communicate with him.

Not like I will communicate with him through dreams anyway.

"Jester?" He asked again, before finally noticing the absence of the centipede in his ear. Causing him to curse a bit before escaping into the tunnels of the metro. "At least I got the finger."

*****

Another disaster that no one expected, no one could find any reason for this attack or why someone would harm a child. But considering the recent attacks that have transpired in the city. Many started to question the competence of the police and their inability to keep up with the constant attacks on the common people.

Now even the child of a doctor is harmed. Who knows if they will be attacked the next day?

"Yazmod, do you think this doctor was involved with them" Aimar, Yazmod Smeltver’s Wife, questioned while reading the news.

The couple was already disturbed by the sudden arrival of CBI into their homes, and now this. To her, it felt alone that the world had started to target them

And from the news that in this case, the child was the one that was harmed, the worry on Aimar’s face worsened. Her children are not even a year old, she can’t imagine them getting hurt, and she can’t even imagine such a fate for her children.

"Don’t worry, we can’t be sure that it’s the same guy and we can’t even be sure if the doctor is involved with the company, it can be a random attack, or as the article said, an act of thievery that went awry." Yazmod hasn’t slept all night.

With the arrival of CBI operatives, the head sent his wife to take care of their children, while he handled the duo on his side.

After a full three hours of interrogation, where he had to keep wary of all their tricks and magic that they might utilize during this time, he finally found peace. Which would have been easier with his wife, who was a Shaman.

But the more he tries to protect himself, the more questions will be asked of him. So as a precaution, he kept her away.

And who would have thought that out of some great luck, he succeeded in fooling these people, but his happiness didn’t remain for long, as the morning’s news brought him more worry than peace.

Even though he lied to his wife, he knew full well that it was easier to see that Doctor Letzer was working for the company. As for why his son was attacked in this case and not even killed, he didn’t know.

But what he did know was to increase security around his children.

"Pretty strong for a thief."

"Probably someone that can’t make an honest living in the world."