Villains' Sisters Yearn for my Copious Mana

Chapter 50: Preparation is done

For a few days more, Max continued his stealing endeavors. Although the mana of other monsters and fake NPCs amounted to nothing, it felt good to snatch them from the three families' noses.

Max also practiced his battle dragon style. Max could bring out more of it with two dragons coiling around his body in the soul ocean. His punches and kicks howled like a dragon as mana oozed out on every move.

He combined it with his experience from various dojos, becoming more confident in his style.

Max had a lot of joy while fighting fake monsters. His partners were the same, for they could use more strength. Rosangela also had more of her abilities increased, keeping up with significant upgrades well.

Overall, Max's small party kept growing at a terrifying pace. His relationship with the twins was the most notable, for Max and the girls acted too casually around each other, not hiding their feelings.

And while it might seem like Max dropped all his former plans, he had been keeping a close eye on Albert Omu's life. He learned about Lucas' stance about the Darkened Soul and used it to his advantage.

"How did it go?" Max faced Rosangela, who had returned from her mission. Using the new knowledge about Darkened Soul, Rosangela fabricated an excuse for her long absence.

She then invited Mrs. Aimee and her forces to assault one of their enemy's bases.

As Rosangela was honest and usually diligent in her work, Mrs. Aimee believed in her. Moreover, even if Rosangela was somehow controlled by their enemies, Mrs. Aimee was confident of her strength.

"She will come and bring many people with her," Rosangela replied, her face stoic while nervousness and a little excitement mixed within her. She felt this battle against the Darkened Soul would be the first start against Earth's better future.

How could she not get excited?

Max grinned, "I've also invited Lucas through Albert. I'm not so fond of controlling people, but that was necessary."

"I understand," Rosangela faintly smiled, not really needing such an excuse.

Max and the black-haired lady turned around, looking at the twins, who had been enjoying a new movie. It was a pity to take them away from the screen, but Max and his enemies wouldn't wait.

"We are going for a thrilling battle, girls!" Max shouted, gathering the attention of his beloved dragons.

They glanced at him, then reacted in their unique ways. Zamira nodded softly, bringing herself closer to Max without any complaints. Her little sister threw a phone away, clicking her tongue with a displeased expression.

But as Max ruffled her hair, Alice expelled all her complaints, "Let's be quick and fuck them all."

"We will be hiding first, though," Zamira whispered softly, causing her sister to blush faintly.

"I know!" Alice rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her waist.

But as no one cared about her proud dragon stance, Alice faced zero attention, her big eyes reflecting Max and Zamira preparing for a show.

They covered their faces, took different clothes, and cautiously prepared for the impending attack on the base.

Alice belatedly reacted to pick up her stuff.

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The Darkened Soul had picked up bases worldwide. Like the three families, they were strong enough to adventure through the world with teleportation items and skills.

Max had received an invitation to a hidden base in his country, which was either luck from Kiril's side, or a coincidence.

Because of that, Max didn't have to waste any resources. He simply had to take a bus to his destination.

At the same time, many forces started gathering around the Darkened Soul's Base.

Two main leading forces were known as Gray Household and Muller Household. The latter was naturally led by Lucas, who aimed to seize the enemies, and mind control them to impress his grandpa.

"So they are here," Lucas whispered, staring at the section of vast warehouses. He exactly knew where the base was located, his eyes fixed on a peculiar warehouse.

He was surrounded by his loyal forces, whose brains had been controlled by him for a good while. They were his strongest pawns, his power, and his pride.

His sister, Muller Sofia, was also here, feigning that she was one of them. But in reality, she had been freed from Lucas' control for some time. Today, she swore to kill her brother for taking away her freedom.

"Interesting… It seems Grays wants some contribution too," Lucas located Mrs. Aimee. She had gathered her forces on the opposite side.

And while it might sound odd that Lucas located her, the reality was that the three families' forces would always find themselves, for their systems were tempered by the family heads.

Thus, it was not so weird.

And in this significant gathering, Max, the twins, and Rosangela had just left the bus. They feigned ignorance, too, infiltrating the warehouses like teenagers looking for adventures.

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"Kiril… I never doubted your eyes," A man with the roman letter one on his forehead uttered in quite an impressive tone, his eyes on Kiril. He was standing with his real body before an avatar.

He looked at the first vile general, his leader, respectfully, "I'm honored, Mr. Tarrant."

"Are these three enough for you to arrange all of this?" Tarrant asked as he threw his eyes behind Kiril, gazing into forces of his Darkened Soul.

They belonged to Kiril, and they were his loyal army. He raised them, teaching them all about vile acts and battles.

Kiril smiled widely, his eyes flashing with killing intent, "They are, Mr. Tarrant. You will greatly thank me when you get your hands on that guy. I will take dragon girls for myself, though."

"Hmmm…" Tarrant pondered loudly before continuing, "May you win, Kiril. If you die, I will spend ten days forgetting about you.

Cruel… Miserable… Ten days…" Tarrant closed his eyes, cutting the call.

And as Kiril heard those words, he felt like crying, "You won't forget me, Mr. Tarant, for I will."

Kiril spread his arms, a deep and lethal vile energy oozing out of him, "Our guests have arrived. Don't kill them too quickly, or you will scare our real targets."

"Yes, Mr. Kiril!" His army saluted, their affirmation akin to thunder.