I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Can I Trade a Life?

Dean Bruce flew Noib Rat to a remote location, where magical energy surged to form a barrier.

Many had entered the Sandtrap Secret Realm, each facing different puppets or mechanisms, and being teleported to various positions on the third level. He didn't want to be interrupted while questioning Noib Rat by someone else.

After preparing, Dean Bruce waved his right hand lightly, unleashing a torrent of icy water that crashed down on Noib Rat's head, startling him awake and causing him to tremble all over.

It felt as if he had plunged into an ice cave, the cold constantly stimulating him, making his mind snap to attention, his eyes filled with terror.

He knew all too well what kind of torment awaited him if he fell into the enemy's hands!

Dean Bruce didn't act immediately but spoke calmly, "Who assigned you the task to assassinate me? Do you know my identity?"

"..." Noib Rat's mouth twitched in shock, stammering, "You're not going to torture me?"

Dean Bruce replied coolly, "If you don't cooperate, I won't hesitate to take action."

"Then if I tell you, can I trade my life for it?" Noib Rat looked at Dean Bruce with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

After all, the Nine Provinces Alliance wasn't a professional assassin organization, and its members lacked the training typical of true killers.

In the past, they had been powerful enough that even if they couldn't defeat their opponents, they could usually escape, hiding this vulnerability.

However, this time they encountered Dean Bruce, whose actual strength and intelligence far exceeded their expectations. That was why Noib Rat, once captured, showed such cowardice.

Dean Bruce replied indifferently, "That depends on whether the information you provide is worth your life!"

Hearing this, Noib Rat trembled slightly, hesitating for a moment before gritting his teeth and saying, "This was a task issued by the Law Enforcement Department six months ago. At first, you didn't reveal your strength, and a member who had been stationed at the academy took it on, keeping the task hidden."

"Who would have thought that the old principal would be watching over you, preventing him from acting?"

Noib Rat let out a bitter laugh. "It was only about a month ago that he sent word saying he had found the opportunity to take you out, but after that, there was no further news."

At this, Dean Bruce raised an eyebrow. It sounded like André Maxwell truly had no ill intentions toward him.

In fact, even before he awakened his system, he had quietly protected him, proving to be a solid ally!

Noib Rat took a glance at Dean Bruce, saw that he was silent, and continued, "We concluded that Xerath Cade had failed in his mission. Consequently, we reassessed your strength and took the task off the board completely, only issuing it to individuals at the Great Magus level or higher."

"Anyone below the Great Magus level might not be your match."

At this point, Noib Rat couldn't help but curse inwardly. If the person responsible for issuing the task were in front of him, he would undoubtedly lose control and lash out!

The information about Dean Bruce in the task was completely off the mark.

Initially, they claimed he was a newcomer to the magical arts, yet they ended up facing a dual-practice talent—a third-level mage and a fourth-level swordmaster!

They hurriedly adjusted his strength assessment to around Great Magus, but here he was, a seasoned Martial Master, easily suppressed!

"Hmm?" Dean Bruce's gaze turned icy. He cast Wind Blade, the sharp blue wind slicing through the air and directly severing Noib Rat's fingers.

"Ah!"

A piercing scream erupted as Noib Rat's left hand bled profusely, all five fingers cleanly chopped off. The intense pain twisted his body in agony.

Dean Bruce coldly stared at Noib Rat and said calmly, "Am I the one asking the questions, or are you? If you want to live, then answer my questions obediently."

Feeling the chilling aura of death, Noib Rat suppressed his screams, beads of sweat pouring down his forehead.

Dean Bruce pressed on, "Tell me what you know about Elvis! What level is he? Does he have any treasures? Has he mastered any powerful magic?"

Noib Rat shook his head, replying, "We've never seen Elvis fight. To be precise, we hardly ever see him at all. Whenever he goes out, even for battles, he always prepares a carriage and stays inside it, so we can only hear his voice."

At this, Dean Bruce couldn't help but frown. He hadn't expected Elvis Donimo to be so cautious.

If someone wanted to kill him, the difficulty would increase dramatically!

Noticing Dean Bruce's dissatisfaction, Noib Rat quickly said, "There's a little girl next to Elvis. She looks very young, but her strength is formidable—she terrifies me. She must be his bodyguard!"

"Also, the old man who drives the carriage for him has never changed either. Although he hasn't participated in any battles, his strength shouldn't be too weak."

Dean Bruce raised an eyebrow, finally receiving some useful information!

It made sense that a being of that caliber would have additional measures in place.

The little girl and the old man driving the carriage were both factors to consider in assessing his strength.

"Is there anything else?" Dean Bruce fixed his gaze on Noib Rat and asked, "Any more news about Elvis?"

"..."

Noib Rat pondered for a while, then shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a sword shimmering with lightning coming down toward him, sending chills through his body.

It had to be said that as a Great Magus, Noib Rat was not weak; he could still react, his hands glowing as he attempted to block Dean Bruce's attack.

If Dean Bruce had used ordinary magical equipment, Noib Rat might have been able to withstand it, given his martial training and enhanced physique.

However, what Noib Rat faced was an artifact!

No matter how long it had been sealed away, the only thing lost was its divine power; its sharpness remained unchanged.

The moment the Blade of Thunder God struck Noib Rat's arms, blood burst forth, severing them cleanly. The force continued unabated, cleaving down toward Noib Rat's head.

Splatter—

A crisp sound echoed amidst the bloodlight as his wide-eyed head flew high into the air!