Dark Magus Returns C.852: Anything To Win

When Scar had become a Deleter, a rift had opened up between him, Marcus, and Himmy. The three of them, who used to talk often due to the connection of all being from the same world, had drifted apart.

Marcus, when going to Alter in passing, would try to approach him a few times, but Scar would always state that he was a Deleter, and that the two of them shouldn't chat. Otherwise, who knew what could happen one day? Maybe he would have to get rid of him.

Marcus never took it to heart, but he could tell that ever since Scar had changed into a Deleter, it had affected Himmy. He hadn't talked to him since, nor could he really face him.

Himmy had never told Marcus the reason why, and eventually, it had led to the situation where Himmy, who was on the run trying to aid Raze, had met with Scar once again.

"Nah, the moment you became a Deleter, I knew you were a lost cause. Anyway, I would be careful, Scar... this is going to be your hardest job yet," Himmy said, staring out of his balcony

room.

"Thanks for the warning, but I won't need it," Scar replied, as he pulled out a gun and placed it right at the back of Himmy's head.

Himmy had closed his eyes, waiting for the final moment to come, but he heard no sound, no click or anything.

"What is wrong with you!" Scar said. "Why even now do you feel like you're above me? You always think you're two steps ahead. You knew this would happen, like you can read me. I hate it!"

Himmy turned around, and flickers of the old, insecure Scar could be seen coming through.

"I know what happened to your family," Himmy said. "And I'm not talking about the fake report that Alter pulled. I told you not to become a Deleter, but you didn't listen. The fact that you're a Deleter now, and have done what you've done, means that it's a simple task to kill a colleague like me," Himmy replied.

Scar started to think back. Becoming a Deleter was a hard task, the first assignment he had been given. It was one of the hardest things he had to do, but from then on, the assignments got easier and easier.

Each time he would return to Alter, he had been given their gratitude. He could see the map the Programmers had planned out and how he played a massive role in the bigger picture. He could see that he mattered.

After the assignments, there were even more things that a Deleter needed to do. Things that Scar couldn't even remember much himself. No matter how hard he tried, there was almost a gap in his memory from finishing his training and becoming a Deleter. Everything in between -he was sure of it-since there was a month gap in his mind.

Yet he never asked, he never questioned it. He had gotten the role he always wanted.

"You know what? The winner is the one that's alive," Scar said. "So f*ck you."

In his hand, the gun had disappeared, and in its place, a large machete had appeared. He swung it, digging right into Himmy's neck. It had stopped, with Scar not having the full strength to pull it across.

At that moment, Himmy was staring right at Scar. The eyes that still showed no fear, even in these moments, drove Scar mad as he pulled the machete out and swung it again and again toward Himmy's neck until it finally came off.

For some reason, all of these memories had swarmed Scar in an instant as he was facing the Dark Magus in front of him.

"I have been through a lot! I have gone through a large number of hardships and thrown everything away to reach this point!" Scar shouted, as he continued to fire away.

This time, rather than using his barrier, Raze pulled out his light sword and swung it. As he did, he hit the bullets, deflecting them away. The barrier was helpful, but it needed time to recover, and if too much damage was taken, it would eventually go away.

So for easy shots like this, it was best for him to just use his sword.

"The position I am in is because of everything I sacrificed. You think you can beat someone like this!" Scar then teleported above and started to fire again.

Raze, staying in position and remaining calm, swung his sword again in the direction where they were coming from, deflecting them once more. He did the same over and over as Scar teleported around the place.

Raze could feel it, though-Scar wasn't trying to hit him with these shots; they were more like bullets fired out of frustration.

"You sacrificed everything to get to where you are?" Raze asked. "Which means, you made the choices that got you into your position!"

Raze swung his sword using the Crimson Slash. Long red lines, mixed with Qi and wind magic, were created. Scar was now on the defensive as he teleported away to avoid the attacks.

Raze continued to throw out Crimson Slashes at Scar, trying to hit him. Each time, Raze felt like he was getting closer, as there were only a number of places where Scar could go because Scar was already on the attack, trying to look for openings.

Eventually, Raze stopped, though.

'This is taking too long. I have ways of dealing with him, but... I also need to head to the Demonic Faction,' Raze thought.

"There's a big difference between me and you," Raze said. "You chose to sacrifice everything to reach where you are. For me, I had everything taken away, leaving me no choice but to get to where I am."

"In this world, I know nothing is fair." Raze lifted one of his hands and pounded onto his chest. He had input quite a bit of Qi as well.

This action seemed quite strange to Scar, and he seemingly ignored it. Until moments later, he could see something red in the air opening up next to the Dark Magus.

"I don't care what's fair or not, I just need to get rid of you as quickly as possible," Raze said, as the portal next to him opened, and a foot was seen stepping out.