<h4>Chapter 195 Ruthless n</h4>


    The next day, as the sh in shadows continues, a n is being carried out.


    In a foreign country, there is a long line of hyperbeings in front of a runesmith shop. They are hyperbeings that came from a ce in the country that has no runesmith shop or those that had different matters. A hyperbeing can only buy one piece of equipment,so they can''t rely on their friends.


    A man named Omar approaches a hyperbeing running toward the line.


    The hyperbeing frowns at Omar, who blocks the road.


    "I have an Antiserv ne, but you need to double the price. Are you interested?" asked Omar with a smile.


    The hyperbeing seems interested. He looks at the long line, and he knows that he can''t buy it today from the shop.


    The hyperbeing looks at Omar and asks,"Who are you?"


    "I am what they call Scalper. I have been in this business for a long time, even before I became a hyperbeing. Follow me if you are interested. We can''t do the deal in broad daylight because that will put me in trouble," said Omar with a chuckle.


    The hyperbeing looks at the back of Omar. He hesitated, but he still followed.


    They went to a remote ce. Omar gave the ne to the hyperbeing. The hyperbeing put mana into the ne. The runes lit up, and then a golden shield appeared from the ne. The shield expanded and dispersed.


    The hyperbeing nodded, then he paid.


    "If you have friends, bring them to meter," said Omar with a smile.


    "Can''t I buy more right now?" asked the hyperbeing.


    "You are toote. Only one remains in my stock," said Omar, then the hyperbeing left.


    Omar looks at the back of the hyperbeing. His face is turning hideous as his mouth turns into a big grin.


    A blue current suddenly appears and hits the hyperbeing. The Antiserv ne did not work. The runes are supposed to lit if the ne is hit by the current.


    Five grinning men came out of the corners and aimed guns or crossbows at the flustered hyperbeing. They are the elite force of Origin, under the directmand of families.


    "I am fooled," is thest thought of the hyperbeing. It did not only happen to the hyperbeing, but in many parts of the world. Some nes even exploded while being worn by a hyperbeing, causing death or severe injuries. The scenes are surprisingly captured with videos.


    Politicians and authorities step up.


    "We must stop the sale and production of the equipment immediately until a proper way is formed to ensure the quality of the equipment! Hyperbeings are our heroes! How can we put the lives of our heroes at risk?! Those runesmith shops that made the equipment with substandard materials must pay!" said a politician with a bulging belly in a press conference. Simr news is happening in other countries.


    In the headquarters of the Dragon Guards, everyone in the lounge is watching the news on TV.


    "Those families are really ruthless," said Gin. Everyone''s face has a look of anger.


    Edgar is crossing his arms as he watches, then he touches his chin as he thinks.


    The next day, new equipment is sold to runesmith shops around the world. It looks like a phone with two buttons and an antenna. One button is for scanning for harmful elements that are hidden in antiserv nes. The other button will make the antenna release a weak current and activate the runes on the ne. The shop offers a free test of the ne bought by the hyperbeings. The hyperbeings flock to the runesmith shops.


    The faces of families turned ugly. They are trying hard to trace the runesmith master who sent the blueprint for the equipments. They want that person to pay a very painful price for repeatedly foiling their ns.


    Inside a room of a luxury hotel in Pwan Ind, a lightning bolt suddenly flies to a t-screen TV.


    Boom! A big hole appears on the TV, causing smoke to appear.


    Gerrit''s face is full of anger.


    Poison lord is in his mansion, watching TV. He paid special attention to a particr breaking news. Thew that is supposed to put GPS on hyperbeings did not pass and won''t be continued or revised. It is totally put into the trash bin.


    The face of Poison Lord looks very ugly.


    "Fuck you Philip! Fuck you families! You all really yed me!" Thought Poison Lord,then he dialed a number in his phone. His call is answered.


    "Yo, someone powerful finally answered my call," said Poison Lord with sarcasm.


    "Sigh, the senior members of our political party warn us to remain silent. We signed the contract of promise," said Congressman Barter on the other end of the phone.


    Poisoned Lord sneered when he heard it.


    "What changed the minds of those politicians and families?" asked Poison Lord.


    "They are given carrots and sticks. I don''t know the other details, but they said that a magic academy will be built. The academy will have advanced magic devices and potion that could turn trash hyperbeings into a genius. The senior members of the various partylist are given a quota for their own family and rmendations of other students. Their description of the academy is exaggerated. They said that the students of the academy will have a wide gap among their peers who won''t be able to enter the academy. The academy will not just be a ce where aura and magic is taught. It will be a ce of wideworking. The next generation of elites wille from that academy."


    Poisoned Lord chuckled when he heard it.


    "How can our country develop that kind of academy? And the power of those politicians and families is not what the country can suppress unless there is a powerful third party involved. Am I right?" asked Poison Lord with a smile and sharp eyes.


    "I don''t know. That is the only information I have for now," said Barter.


    "Why are you telling me these now? Is it because your conscience is bugging you?" asked Poison Lord with sneer.


    Barter helplessly smiles as he watches the news on hisptop.


    "It''s because the ns are already in motion and can''t be stopped."