A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 357 Atlas

The night is always quiet.

De Nuozhi lay in bed and drifted off to sleep, while Jiang Shuzhou stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the countless tiny figures below.

Violence, death, and slaughter permeate every corner of this place.

On a street in the distance, a woman was walking alone at night when suddenly someone covered her mouth and nose, and she collapsed.

Finally, she was dragged into endless darkness.

Judging from this, he probably won't survive.

Suddenly, a faint rustling sound around him caught Jiang Shuzhou's attention.

Someone is climbing up the window.

Jiang Shuzhou's eyes turned cold. He then hid behind the curtains, intending to teach this ungrateful wretch a lesson.

Soon, a furtive figure opened the window and, bathed in moonlight, entered the room.

"Heh heh, they're really rich. If I were..."

The man was muttering something to himself.

"Since you're here, don't leave."

A cold voice rang out.

Then, with a soft "thud," the blade pierced the heart, then spun, shattering the person's heart.

"Why...?"

From beginning to end, Jiang Shuzhou only said one sentence and didn't ask anything else.

Killing him would be as easy as crushing an ant.

"professor."

Denuozhi had already woken up; she hadn't woken up directly because she had received instructions from Jiang Shuzhou.

"Go to sleep."

Jiang Shuzhou nodded, and then he began to modify the man's body.

These things will be useful tomorrow. Perfect timing, Jiang Shuzhou is still missing someone to take the blame for.

He wanted to burn down the hotel, and this person was just the right person to announce Jiang Shuzhou's arrival.

the next day.

Jiang Shuzhou and Denuozhi left the hotel early.

As time passed, Jiang Shuzhou picked up his phone and made a call.

Subsequently, the body, which was still in the hotel, caught fire.

Under Jiang Shuzhou's deliberate design, the flames grew larger and larger, becoming impossible to extinguish.

This is Jiang Shuzhou's punishment for the hotel daring to install cameras.

If you can't even protect privacy, then you might as well not do it at all.

In this kind of place, Jiang Shuzhou felt no burden at all, since none of them were good people anyway.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Some say that a butterfly flapping its wings in the jungle can create a tornado on the distant sea.

This is the butterfly effect.

As a mage, Jiang Shuzhou was particularly adept at this.

He was adept at creating accidental deaths for people.

"Move this ball one centimeter to the left."

Jiang Shuzhou gave the order.

Upon hearing this, Denozchi carefully arranged the items.

"Very good, everything is ready, we're just waiting for them to arrive."

In the distance, Nivan's eyes were filled with excitement.

Just now, he killed another person.

"That guy, if it weren't for him, how could I have had no hope of being promoted to manager?"

"Luckily, I killed him, otherwise..."

There are wonderful things every year, especially this year.

Nivan killed his superior without hesitation because of a mere conflict of interest; this might be what is known as antisocial personality disorder.

Recalling his boss's tearful, pleading, and fearful face, Nivan felt a surge of pleasure.

"Haha, it should have been done a long time ago!"

Nivan laughed heartily, and finally, he stepped on the ball and then accidentally slipped.

The ball shot straight out and turned on the lawnmower. The lawnmower started up, making a buzzing sound, as if it had been smashed.

"Holy shit!"

Nivan cursed angrily, tripped and fell for no reason, and was also very annoyed.

Then he grabbed something—an electrical wire, a bare wire with exposed copper wires inside.

broken.

These were the last words in Nivan's mind.

Then, his body straightened up, followed by foaming at the mouth and convulsing. After a while, he stopped convulsing.

A notorious boss killer, he died from electrocution.

With a snap, the ball bounced towards Jiang Shuzhou in the distance.

Jiang Shuzhou caught the ball. After calculation, he perfectly achieved his goal without lifting a finger; all he needed was a small ball.

Sometimes, everything is that simple.

A moment later, accompanied by a scream, a passerby saw what was happening and quickly called the police.

Jiang Shuzhou glanced at the masterpiece, then silently left.

Police cars sped past with sirens blaring.

"Damn it, what's going on?"

The people who got out of the car were not ordinary police officers, but federal agent Fage and his partner, Ranmitch.

"This is the seventh death this week. Each death seems to be an accident, but it also seems to be more than just a simple accident."

Faki was very troubled; they were together almost every day, and that was something he had noticed.

How many people could be in this situation without noticing?

Faki didn't even dare to think about it.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's see what's going on with this person."

"I can't breathe," Lanmitch said.

To be honest, he didn't want to deal with these people at all.

The main reason is that these people are not good people.

He had previously searched the home of one of the "victims" and found a great deal of stuff.

These things were more than enough for him to change his pity for the so-called victims.

"Lanmitch! We've made a new discovery!"

Farch meticulously searched every inch of the place, but he had found nothing before.

But it is different now.

He received the letter written by Jiang Shuzhou.

Of course, all of them are printed fonts.

Jiang Shuzhou would never let these people see anything.

"What's up there?"

Lanmich looked on with curiosity, then he craned his neck to look at the letter in Favish's hand.

"Mr. Nivan, your killings have caught my attention. Therefore, I regret to inform you that you will die today. This is not a threat, but a statement that your death is imminent."

Behind it, there's a smiling emoji.

Then comes the signing.

Jiang Shuzhou certainly wouldn't use a name like Moriarty, which was already recorded; he used an alias.

That is Atlas, the name of the Titans in ancient Greek mythology.

"Atlas? Who is that?"

"I don't know, but the only thing I do know is that they definitely have other targets."

Faki looked tense.

"This letter shows that Atlas is a man full of a sense of justice. He considers it his duty to fight crime and is even willing to use the death penalty and commit murder in his own name for this purpose."

Faki pondered, creating a personality profile for Jiang Shuzhou.

"He's arrogant, but where does that arrogance come from?"

Lanmich looked at Favish and shook his head.

"If you ask me, don't worry about it, just go."

"The other party is not simple; we don't need to take this risk."

Compared to Facci, Ranmici's attitude was much simpler.

That means it's better to avoid trouble.

Atlas has nothing to do with him.

Besides, isn't he punishing those who break the law and commit crimes?

Suddenly, the letter burst into flames. With no other option, Faki had to quickly loosen the letter and let it burn away.

Even this thing, Jiang Shuzhou didn't intend for him to hold in his hands.

"What are you going to do next?"

"I asked Lanmich."

"Find that Atlas."

"No matter what, vigilante justice is illegal and criminal."

Upon hearing this, Lanmich shook his head; this guy was hopeless.