SLIME LEGION

Chapter 11: Risk

Vrrruuuummm!!

The Bugatti tore through the streets like a black missile.

At this speed we should’ve been wrapped around a tree five minutes ago.

Somehow...

Some-fucking-how...

Moressa kept weaving through traffic with terrifying precision.

Every near miss looked deliberate.

Every impossible turn somehow worked.

The pedestrians barely had time to scream before we were already gone.

...

You know...

I don’t think this kingdom has traffic police.

Or maybe they saw this car and collectively decided,

"Yeah... not my problem."

"MORESSA, SLOW THE HELL DOWN OR I SWEAR I’LL KILL YOU!"

I wasn’t joking.

I’d been in this world for less than a day.

She’d already nearly killed me twice.

"I KEEP TELLING YOU NOT TO TRUST THIS PSYCHO WITH MY LIFE!!"

Anthony grabbed the handle above the window.

"WAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"

Moressa yanked the steering wheel.

The entire car drifted sideways.

BAM!!

Anthony’s head slammed against the window hard enough to leave a visible crack.

Good thing I’d buckled my seatbelt the moment we got in.

The idiot still hadn’t.

"Wear the damn seatbelt, moron!"

I smacked the back of his head.

The next turn threw him straight into me.

"...I swear on my life, Lorel..."

He groaned while clutching his forehead.

"This is the last time I’m accepting a ride from you."

At this point I had no choice.

Moressa wasn’t driving.

She was venting.

Apparently whenever she got angry...

This was how she expressed it.

No wonder Lorel always tried making peace with her before things escalated.

I reached forward to grab her shoulder.

The instant my hand got close...

She cut across three lanes.

"WAGH!!"

Anthony became airborne.

For one horrifying second gravity simply...

Stopped existing.

Then—

BAM!!

"FUCK!!"

He grabbed his nose.

"I’M BLEEDING!!"

...

Was she actually trying to kill him?

"Moressa."

My voice turned cold.

"Enough."

Silence.

Immediately...

The car slowed.

No argument.

No excuse.

No apology.

Just...

Obedience.

"We’re here."

I looked outside.

A gigantic stadium towered over the district while thousands of people crowded the entrance.

The noise alone shook the windows.

...

Finally.

"Tony."

I nudged him.

"Get up."

"We’re here."

"Just..."

He weakly waved me away.

"Go without me..."

I stared at him.

...

Then why the hell did you drag me here?

"Carry him."

I stepped out.

"Understood."

Moressa walked around the vehicle and opened Anthony’s door.

The moment she reached for him...

His eyes snapped open.

"NO THE HELL YOU DON’T!"

He practically launched himself out of the car.

"You psycho!"

"I can walk!"

"I’ve still got both legs!"

He stumbled away while glaring at her.

Moressa simply shrugged.

Beep.

She pressed a button on the key.

The doors locked automatically.

"Moressa."

I held out my hand.

"The keys."

"...What?"

"The keys."

"My last time you’ll drive me."

"...Master."

She lowered her head slightly.

"I’m sorry."

"I know I acted impulsively but—"

"My."

"Keys."

Lorel might’ve accepted a half-assed apology.

I wasn’t Lorel.

"I said..."

"I’m sorry."

"Don’t make me repeat myself."

"The keys."

...

Silence.

She looked at me.

I looked at her.

Anthony looked between us.

...

Then...

She turned around.

And ran.

"..."

"..."

I blinked.

"Did..."

Anthony scratched his head.

"Did she just..."

"Run away with your car keys?"

...

The hell?

She actually did.

She just stole my own car from me.

"This is the last piece of advice I’m ever giving you."

Anthony pointed dramatically in the direction she’d disappeared.

"Fire that girl."

"I know she’s hot."

"But she’s gonna be the death of you."

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"The pretty ones always have a screw loose."

...

Wait.

Doesn’t he know she’s part of my Legion?

...

Oh.

Right.

Nobody knew who Lorel’s Legion members were.

Not even his own father.

Eventually he’d find out.

Mostly because he stopped caring enough to hide it.

Still...

Not even Anthony knew.

That was...

Strange.

Lorel trusted this idiot more than almost anyone.

So why keep that secret from him?

...

Another mystery.

"Forget it."

"Let’s go."

"Wait."

Anthony reached into his coat.

A silver ring flashed.

Dimension Ring.

...

Hold on.

I should have one too.

He pulled out a small glass vial filled with murky blue liquid.

"Drink."

"It’ll change your appearance for thirty minutes."

I stared at it.

"...There is absolutely no fucking way I’m drinking that."

The thing smelled like concentrated poison.

"Relax."

"I made it yesterday."

...

That wasn’t reassuring.

Not even a little.

....

....

....

"If I start foaming at the mouth..."

I uncorked it.

"I’m haunting your bloodline."

One gulp.

...

Huh.

Mint.

Why the hell did poison taste like mint?

---

By the time we reached the restricted area behind the stadium...

The announcer’s voice shook the entire building.

"THIS IS THE MOMENT YOU’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!"

"WELCOME TO THE G1 TOURNAMENT!!"

The crowd erupted. freewёbnoνel.com

"So..."

I looked around.

"What exactly are we doing back here?"

Instead of answering...

Anthony raised a finger to his lips.

"Shhh."

We passed two broad-shouldered guards lying unconscious against the wall.

"..."

"You killed them?"

"They’re sleeping."

He answered way too quickly.

"I think."

...

"I think?"

He ignored me.

Instead he opened a steel door.

It creaked inward.

Darkness.

We stepped inside.

Click.

The lights flickered on.

I froze.

Two young men were tied to chairs in the middle of the room.

Both unconscious.

Both wearing official racing uniforms.

Anthony pointed toward another bench nearby.

Two identical spare uniforms.

"I told you..."

A grin spread across his face.

"I prepared everything."

...

I slowly turned toward him.

"You kidnapped the contestants."

"They’ll wake up."

"Eventually."

...

I looked back at the unconscious racers.

Then back at Anthony.

Then back at the racers again.

...

What kind of psychopath had Lorel befriended?

Anthony clapped his hands together excitedly.

"Now hurry up."

"We’ve got exactly seven minutes to steal first place before anyone realizes the real racers are missing."

...

I suddenly had a very bad feeling about today.