( Perseus''s POV )


    Perseus fought against Neatwit with the passion of a dead-man, who had already given up on life.


    As their des collided, Perseus did not seem to be fighting particrly hard, however had notpletely given up either, as he seemed to be waiting for Neatwit tounch a big attack to die in one clean sh.


    *Shing*


    *Shinggg*


    de shed against de, metal shed against metal and Neatwit seemed to be gaining an upper hand with every subsequent exchange, making it harder and harder for Perseus to counter, as he seemed to be getting progressively closer and closer to a win.


    However, at that moment, something unexpected happened inside the third floor of the prison, as using the exit stairs that connected the third floor of the prison directly to the basement of the Floor Master''s Pce, two hooded men suddenly entered the area.


    [ Wind Palm ]


    [ Dark Mist ]


    Neatwit got to see only a glimpse of the two men''s faces, which seemed to be covered in some heinous red tattoo lines, before their moves hit him, forcing him backwards.


    *Shhhh*


    Neatwit dragged his feet across the floor, trying to reduce the length of his pushback, as he tried to figure out what exactly was going on.


    While the wind palm pushed him back, the Dark Mist move seemed to have been cast to block his vision, as he could see nothing within the confined prison aisle after the Dark Mist had been cast, forcing him to fight on pure instinct.


    *sh*


    *sh*


    shing across the aisle, Neatwit took a shot in the dark hoping to hit his enemy, however, he got an eerie feeling that his enemy had long left the vicinity, having sessfully escaped from his grasp.


    "Motherfu—" Neatwit cursed, as once the dark mist cleared and his vision within the aisle returned, he got the dreaded confirmation that the two hooded men and Perseus were indeed no longer present within the third floor, having mounted a sessful escape.


    *********


    "Who are you guys…. I don''t think I have ever met you before? Do you work for me or for my father?" Perseus asked the two hooded men who had just saved his life with a serious expression on his face.


    "Who we are is not important, neither is the identity of the man that sent us…. What is important is that we not fail our mission and sessfully evacuate you anddy Sophia out of this fallen floor" the two men replied in unison, as based on their speech pattern Perseus determined that they had to be agents working for his father.


    "The two of you are just puppets, correct?


    Hello, Uncle Cassius….. but I''m afraid I''m not willing toe with you–" Perseus said, as he paused his steps mid-way through their escape, as he refused to apany his uncle who was most likely going to present him to his dad after bailing him out of here.


    His uncle Cassius was a tier6 god just like his father and was the demi-god son of Poseidon who was a puppet master by profession.


    He converted live individuals to his stringless puppets by establishing dominance over their souls and controlled a massive puppet army that was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield at the current date, even above Floor 60.


    Had the two hooded individuals not replied to him in unison, Perseus would have not figured out that they were puppets being operated by his uncle, however, because they did, Perseus refused to apany them any longer.


    "Kekeke…. You are indeed the smart one in this family, Perseus. You figured out my identity so easily.


    However, s your achievements don''t match your potential.


    You are a failure who has failed every mission that was assigned to him.


    I''m sure your father must be extremely disappointed in you–" Cassius replied through the puppets, as he controlled them to nk Perseus from the left and right.


    "Well…. You can tell my father to go fuck himself for all I care…. Because there is no way in hell I''m returning to him as a failure.


    He will burn me alive or consume my soul and I will rather die like a coward taking my own life than return to him a failure" Perseus muttered, as he unsheathed his sword and tried to plunge it into his own abdomen.


    [ Muscr Paralysis ]


    Cassius, using the spell ''Muscr Paralysis'' prevented Perseus frommitting suicide as the poor kid was left frozen in time mid-action.


    "Your father is a true genius….. he already precisely predicted all these turn of events.


    Of you failing all his expectations.


    Of Sophia being captured by the enemy


    Of Riva being set free


    And of Rocky walking out of this Floor on his own two feet.


    He also predicted that you would try to end your life and that I shall stop you.


    And it''s all going exactly as he nned it to be.


    Sorry half- nephew, but you will not take the easy way out…. You will answer to the full Olympian council for the disgrace you have brought to the family and you will face the proper punishment for your crimes" Cassius said, as he knocked Perseus unconscious with a chop on his neck before cing him over one of the hooded men''s shoulders.


    The expression that Perseus had on his face was one of pure terror.


    Of all possible oues, if there was one oue that he feared the most, it had to be him being answerable to the entire Olympian Council for his failures, as at that summit not only was he going to be humiliated, but was also going to be pped with the most inhumane and unthinkable punishment that would haunt his soul for 7 rebirths after this one.


    "Alright, one down…. One more to save–" Cassius said to himself, as he began making his way towards Sophia, who was currently being transported from the True Elites base camp to the Floor Master''s pce alongside an entire entourage of troops and Rocky. Explore hidden tales at m,v l''e-NovelBin