With the murder weapon in hand, Liens naturally had to rush to the soon-to-be "crime scene."

He needed to complete the "project" that had been tested countless times.

Liens arrived at Marvin's residence, and without hesitation, he opened the window with his longsword and slipped into the room.

At this point, there was no need for any further resolve; Liens was simply executing the predetermined plan out of habit.

Therefore, he had no doubts, even though this was happening in reality.

Once you make a choice, everything you do afterward becomes the driving force that pushes you to continue along that path.

Some call this a sunk cost, while others praise it as perseverance.

But ultimately, you are just convinced that your choice is correct.

Liens was no different; he firmly believed that his current choice was absolutely correct, so he acted without any hesitation.

Just like with the storeroom, Liens skillfully made his way to Marvin's bedside.

Marvin's sleeping posture was good; he lay flat on the bed, his posture composed, the quilt completely covering the rest of his body, with only his head exposed.

Liens gently lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing Marvin's right hand hidden beneath it.

Then, he quickly reached out his left hand and touched the ring on Marvin's right index finger.

That was the "magic ring" that could release a magic barrier, constantly protecting Marvin.

Marvin's right hand was open but not tense; it was a naturally relaxed state, palm down, resting flat on the bed.

Liens's movements were swift yet gentle, and Marvin's palm was already open.

So, before the sleeping Marvin felt anything, Liens had already removed his "protective umbrella."

After confirming that the "magic ring" had left Marvin's body, Liens, holding his longsword, swiftly slashed at Marvin's neck.

Fortunately, the act of theft was not protected by the "contract," otherwise he would have had to wait a moment before acting.

The swift longsword cut through the air, severing Marvin's neck, instantly decapitating him.

Blood gushed from the wound, submerging Marvin's head and staining the entire headboard red.

Blood spread across the bed and dripped onto the floor.

"Drip, drip..."

That was the sound of blood dripping onto the floor.

In the dim light, the dark red blood had already gathered into a trickle on the ground, beginning to spread to other parts of the room.

Nothing unexpected happened; Marvin died without even feeling anything.

Naturally, he made no sound that would attract the attention of the patrolling guards.

Such is the proficiency of a multi-playthrough player.

Liens remained standing, supporting himself with the longsword, resisting the pain caused by defying the "Slave contract."

This was the first time he felt such intense pain with his real body, and indeed, it was no different from what he experienced in the Instance .

It hurt immensely, as if his brain was splitting in half.

But Liens could endure it; he would not let out a scream, as that would ruin everything.

When he first killed Marvin in the Instance and did not die as a result, Liens realized that the Glenbagen Family's "contract" had a significant loophole.

It could not truly protect the Glenbagen Family bloodline.

It was like a guard dog, but it only did its job of guarding; as for what happened to the person behind the door, that was not its concern.

However, thinking about it, it was normal for such a simply signed "contract" to have some loopholes in its constraints.

It's still the same saying: everything has a price.

A simple "contract" naturally implied "simple" constraints.

In fact, the Glenbagen Family's "contract" felt less like a magic contract as he understood it, and more like a curse.

A curse that prevented the recipient from harming the Glenbagen Family bloodline.

Not long after, Liens recovered from the intense pain.

He straightened up and gazed at the decapitated Marvin, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

"Teacher Marvin, you have finally died completely by my hand."

"I hope you can bless me so that we will never meet again."

"Oh, by the way, wasn't your dream to become a magician?"

"In the future, if I have the chance, I will definitely try it for you, to see if 'weak spiritual talent' has the possibility of becoming a magician."

"That would also be worthy of your teaching kindness, after all, if it weren't for you, I would still be an illiterate person."

"Of course, if a place like 'hell' exists in this world, you can continue to work hard there."

"Maybe you'll become a 'Hell Mage' and fulfill your long-cherished wish yourself, don't you think?"

Liens murmured in his heart.

It was his "eulogy" delivered in advance at Marvin's funeral.

After sorting out his emotions, Liens prepared to continue with the subsequent work.

He used the part of the quilt not yet stained with blood to wipe off the fingerprints on the ring.

Then, he grabbed the quilt and put the ring back on Marvin's right index finger.

After that, he carefully wiped Marvin's right hand and put it back in its original place.

Finally, he covered Marvin's body with the quilt.

Throughout this process, Liens was like a funeral professional preparing a body for a client.

Fortunately, Marvin had just died, and his body had not yet stiffened, so Liens managed to complete this simple task smoothly.

As for the magic ring, Liens could not possibly take it with him.

Although he knew it was precious, taking it would be equivalent to adding a fatal loophole for himself.

In the plot of the anime Conan, how many criminals were ultimately discovered because they took something from the crime scene?

He did not want to become such a "shadowy figure."

After finishing this task, Liens went to Marvin's workbench and immediately found what he needed—an instrument for starting fires.

As an "alchemist," Marvin often needed to refine potions, and since Marvin himself could not conjure flames out of thin air, his home naturally wouldn't lack fire-starting equipment.

As for why he needed something to start a fire, it was naturally because he planned to burn down the entire house.

That way, most of the traces he left in the house would be cleared.

Including the quilt stained with many of his fingerprints, and the footprints on the floor.

Although Liens did not know if this world could identify criminals based on fingerprints, it was better to be safe than sorry.

Just burn everything, and be done with it.

As for whether he would use the "fire-starting instrument"? Of course, Liens would. T&h+i*s co-nt-e.n.t is p*rese#n+ted& by M!4+V!LEM&P*Y.R&.$

How could such a low-level mistake occur in a perfect plan?

Liens picked up the "fire-starting instrument" in the room, poured out some of the flammable liquid, and sprinkled it on the quilt, the floor, and other flammable objects.

Then, he lit the fire.

"Whoosh"

Instantly, the quilt soaked in flammable liquid rapidly burst into roaring flames.

Liens stepped back and threw the "fire-starting instrument" into the rising flames as well.

Watching the flames begin to spread, he immediately turned and left Marvin's house through the window.

Liens quickly left the "crime scene"; next, he still needed to dispose of the longsword used for the murder.

This problem was also very simple.

After leaving the scene, Liens avoided the patrolling guards and arrived at the high wall surrounding the entire Training Camp.

He aimed upwards and threw it with force.

The longsword in Liens's hand followed a perfect arc, leaping over the high wall and leaving the cruel Training Camp.

He had already wiped the fingerprints off that longsword, and he had thrown it while his hand was wrapped in his clothes, so in short, no trace related to himself would be left behind.

After doing this, Liens turned and left, returning to his dormitory.

What happens next is up to fate.

Liens hoped his fate was strong enough.