My Soul card is a Reaper

A few minutes ago;

While Neal was on a video call with the client, just like how he spied on Albert, Azzy spied on Neal Edwards while trying to sense his realm.

Surprisingly, Neal Edwards had the seal on his soul orb, making him look like a mortal. Azzy was left with no choice but to activate his Aura sensing.

For the past three years, Azzy has been training in his Aura sensing technique. He no longer uses it to see one's aura. He can also see their realm and sense their true emotions.

Through Aura sense, he not only figured out the existence of the death energy within Neal but also the fact that the latter is in the 8-star realm.

As he speculated the involvement of Future Azrael and further asked the Reaper for a possible explanation behind this situation, the latter replied that Azzy should first confront the target to confirm his speculation.

Following his suggestion, Azzy left the room and came in as WAMO's captain-ranked officer who is investigating something. As for whether he would recognize him as Gary or not, it doesn't matter.

Back to the present;

Neal was filled with silence when he was asked the question. He neither admitted it nor denied it.

After 20 whole seconds of silence, Azzy opened his mouth, "If you aren't willing to answer, then, listen. The death energy can only be awakened in two ways. One, you are a direct descendant of the Death Clan. Two, you are granted it by either the God of Death Thanatos or a certain individual I know. 

The fact that you are using a Decarune sealing technique to seal your soul orb and hide your realm only indicates that it is someone I know. But the only thing that's confusing me is your resemblance to an acquaintance of mine.

Your DNA doesn't match. Your age doesn't match either. Yet, both of you have the same face and the same name. What are the coincidences for that to happen?

I give you two choices. One, you tell me the truth, and I leave by keeping this matter between us. Two, you lie or stay silent and I exercise my right as the officer from WAMO to interrogate you on the grounds of suspicions of identity fraud.

You might end up proving your identity but believe me if I tell you that I will find out every secret of your soul by reading your memories. And no kind of seal or barrier can prevent me.

So, what's your choice gonna be?"

From questioning, Azzy didn't take much time to directly use threats just so to fulfill his curiosity.

When he said he will bring him to interrogation, he was actually serious and not trying to scare the target.

And seeing Azzy's blank expression as he threatened him, Neal also felt like the boy means it.

However, that doesn't mean he was intimidated, probably because of his confidence in his strength and Azzy's identity as a law-abiding officer. He leaned back and put a leg on the table while folding his hands to the abdomen, "No comment."

Azzy stared at him for a while. Neal participated in the staring contest without any fear.

In the end, Azzy nodded and stood up on his feet, "Alright. Follow me to WAMO's HQ for interrogation. Your required warrant will be here within a couple of minutes. Tomorrow, your parents will be summoned there for questioning. I wonder if they would be able to bear the pain of torture or not. They appeared quite weak when I met them last time."

When Azzy brought up Neal's adoptive parents, Neal was triggered. He furrowed his brows in displeasure, "Officer, you are going too far."

Seeing that the fish bit the bait, Azzy explained, "No, I'm not. Your parents, after all, fooled the world by claiming you as their real child. Using you, they inherited a vast amount of property from your grandparents. 

Your relatives lost a fortune as they didn't have a talented son born with gold grade Arcana. So, they aren't exactly innocents either. You have built this company with their money. I will submit what I know. The court will decide what to do with it."

Neal became silent once again. This time, there's a look of hesitation on his face.

Meanwhile, Azzy took out his smartphone and spoke, "I'm going to make a call for the required warrant, excuse me."

As he made the call and put it nearby his ear, Neal then stopped him, "Wait for a minute. I want to say something."

Azzy expected him to tell the truth and disconnected it before the receptionist on the other side picked it up. "Tell me."

However, Neal surprised him with a bribe instead of telling him the truth, "I'm willing to pay you 1 million Krocs (10 million credits) for not bothering me ever again."

Azzy was displeased as his hopes were dashed away by such a proposal. "How dare you?"

Neal didn't back down and raised the price to "2 million."

"You are trying my patience, aren't you?" Azzy's impression of Neal has fallen down steeply. He felt like he made no mistakes in threatening the target.

Neal then raised five fingers. "Lifetime offer, 5 million krocs (50 million credits). Think about it."

As Azzy was about to erupt in anger, the Reaper's words echoed in his head.

In an instant, Azzy calmed down and stared at Neal. The latter smiled, thinking that his plan worked.

However, Azzy then surprised him by putting forth a challenge, "Mr. Edwards, let's sort out this matter like true men. We fight for just five minutes. I will not even use any energy-based attacks or my Arcana. Even in such an event, if you win or atleast draw against me, I will not bother you. But, if you lose, then, you shall let me read your memories. Agreed?"

"I agree."

Neal Edwards is an 8-star Arcana Master and he was confident about holding out for five minutes even against a supreme being as long as he goes all out. And seeing Azzy keeping such a heavy handicap, Neal was naturally tempted, thinking that Azzy was underestimating him.

After a while;

In the football stadium located on the outskirts of the capital city, Azzy and Neal were standing ten meters apart from each other. This ground was rented by Neal Edwards on the spot. It wasn't a big deal for a centi-millionaire like him.

This match doesn't have any spectators or a referee. 

Placing his finger on the button of his digital watch where a 5-minute countdown timer is being shown, Neal then said, "Are you ready?"

Azzy nodded and Neal pressed the button.

Azzy charged forward like lightning while clenching his fist tightly. He ran at mach 6 speed. Neal just saw him all blurry. He tried to block it with an energy shield while stepping aside to dodge the incoming attack.

However, Azzy was faster. He reached his opponent almost in an instant and gave an uppercut.

Before Neal realized what happened, the power of a peak-rank-8 had struck his chin. Neal flew at least a hundred meters into the air with two of his teeth falling out, filling his mouth with blood before crashing onto the ground.

The result?

Well, it's an OHKO.

Staring at the unconscious opponent, Azzy mumbled, "Well, that was over quickly."

"Obviously, it should be," commented the Reaper in a mumble.

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