SSS SKILL: DUPLICATE

238  Entry The next day, in the evening, there were many people moving toward a park with an excited look on their faces. Children and some older people were wearing masks of their favorite vigilantes. The huge park was already packed with a large number of people. There was a show on the stage. There were fireballs, water ribbons, and wind waves as singers, dancers, and magicians worked together to put on a show. The crowd had a huge cheer. They were enjoying the scene as they waited for the members of the White Star Guild to appear.

There were many people around the country who had a look of regret while watching TV. The event was only announced yesterday. It was too late to make a schedule, and they were too far away. People close to the capital region were forced to use cars and trucks because train tickets were no longer available. People sat in crowded cars and trucks like sardines, but they endured it so they could see them in person—the people they considered modern-day heroes. In the city, there were condominiums that could see the park. In one of the balconies, an assassin was watching the stage through a telescope from a small opening in the curtain. In the Netherlands, Gerrit was shaking his wine as he watched TV. He smiled and sipped his wine.

"Sir, do you think the assassin will succeed?" asked Jan.

"We don't know the level of Swordsman, but if we are lucky, a bullet might create a hole in his skull. Although it is now easier to secretly slip and carry weapons because of the space ring, the difficulty of carrying assassinations using guns is almost the same. If the target has high-level hyperbeing as a guard and senses the danger, the bullet could be catched or blocked. Aura masters have tough skin, more so at high levels. If they use their aura, it is more difficult to kill them using guns. Small guns might not penetrate their skin, but high-powered guns could before they could use their aura."

"I heard that he used powerful magic. Isn't he a high-level magician? He could instantly use magic to block the bullet, then he could use that delay to use his aura."

"So I am saying that I am not certain if the assassination would succeed. We could only arrange that much because we had only one day to prepare. It will be difficult to move close to Swordsman because there will be many hyperbeings that will guard that park."

"Are we not going to have a conflict with the Sun family? He could be from the main branch of that country."

"Well, we won't be targeting him if he only destroyed the rebellion because it was nothing to Sir Mason, but Dael did not return, so Swordsman has to pay for that. We could have prepared a fatal trap for him, but it is difficult to track Swordsman. I don't know how they did it, but they quickly removed most of our intelligence network in that country. It was even too late for us to participate on Palawan Island. It could have been fun if we successfully framed their government for Poison Lord's death."

Among the crowd in the park, there were hyperbeings that were staring at the stage. Anger appeared on their faces when they saw the masks of vigilantes worn by children who were cheering while being carried by their family. "Swordsman, you will not witness a cheer but a bloody disaster. It will just be the beginning. You will pay for killing my brother," thought a hyperbeing. His shoulder was suddenly tapped. He frowned as he looked at the man.

"Are you here to cheer for vigilantes?"

The eyes of the hyperbeing turned sharp. He had the urge to twist the man's head, but he suddenly felt a strong current on his neck, then he passed out.

The man supported the hyperbeing, then carried him out of the crowd. "Give way! Give way!"

He gave the hyperbeing to medics. "He could have fainted because of exhaustion."

The medics smiled.

Fainted people were carried out of the crowd one after another. The crowd heard that the fainting people could have worked overtime so they could attend the event. They shook their heads and continued enjoying the scene. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Edgar was standing on a tree as he used life detection to find suspicious people that could pose a threat. There were CCTVs around the park, and drones were flying around the crowd. The camera and drones will capture the faces of the people he identified, and then Polaris will dig up their information. Once the identity is verified, he will direct the hyperbeings to catch the suspicious people.

"Boss, many of them are related to people that Dragon Hall has taken down in the past. They could be here for revenge, or they were hired by some people for revenge," said Oscar in the earpiece.

"Well, we did offend many people, but only small fries in the country will have the guts to do something at tonight's event. Representatives of powerful groups are here to show their support. Anyone with a brain will be able to understand what that means. Huge guilds, businessmen, and politicians will not reach their current size or power without a think tank."

After some shows, the host finally started introducing some members of the guild. A shining, eight-pointed white star appeared on the huge screen. It was the logo of the guild.

"Spear of Judgment: Mr. Cross!!!"

An opening on the stage suddenly appeared. Eric jumped up. He used an airstep to jump forward, then somersaulted in mid-air.

Boom! He stabbed his spear on a circular stage, then many lightning bolts rose.

The crowd had a loud cheer.

Eric moved down the stage, then the next member was introduced. Every member made a spectacular entrance.

Below the stage, Seanlu looked very happy. "Finally, it's my turn."

"BLUE DRAGON!!!" Seanlu was very excited. A water dragon carried him to the stage. It flew in the air as huge water balls formed on Seanlu's hands. He jumped and spun in mid-air. The rotating water balls moved around in the air. They clashed and exploded. There were raindrops on the circular stage as Seanlu closed his eyes and stretched his arms. There was a wide smile on his face as he waited for the loud cheer.

The whole crowd was silent as they stared at the blue-armored, masked man. The Filipinos watching TV in the country and around the world were also silent. The whole country seemed quiet.

The host noticed the reaction of the crowd. He knew what he had to do.

"SIMPMAN!!!"

"YEAAAAAH!!!"

There was a very loud cheer. The whole country seemed to be cheering.