Darian wasn't surprised at all that the Brotherhood existed in this dungeon World and that its leader was Magneto.
He had seen the identity of 'Brotherhood Founder' in Erik's personal evaluation long ago.
Based on this World's timeline, the Erik in this dungeon should be quite up there in years, so it wasn't strange that he had already founded the Brotherhood.
Darian didn't dwell on it. His expression turned stern as he said seriously, "If what you say is true, our Brotherhood will never sit idly by while our compatriots suffer. We will definitely rescue those trapped brothers and sisters, so I need your help."
Touched by Darian's words, Remy's eyes grew firm.
"Tell me, what exactly do you want me to do? As long as it helps those suffering compatriots, I will give it my all!"
Darian smiled with satisfaction.
"Very good. We need warriors like you who are willing to stand up for their people. My request is simple: I need you to take me to that island."
"Impossible!"
Remy's face changed instantly, and he flatly refused Darian.
Darian was speechless. "Didn't you just say you'd give it your all?"
"I said give it my all, not give up my life!"
Remy's voice trembled.
"I barely managed to escape that hellhole. No matter what you say, I'm never going back!"
Darian patted Remy's shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't forget, you owe me a huge debt right now. Either pay back the money or lead the way. Choose one."
Remy looked like he was about to cry. "Can I choose neither?"
"What do you think?"
Darian chuckled and returned Remy's clothes and personal belongings to him. Keeping such junk in his game inventory was an eyesore.
"Get dressed and follow me."
Remy quickly pulled on his clothes and pants, following Darian toward the back door while secretly thinking of a chance to slip away.
He wasn't afraid of Darian catching him. After all, he wasn't just a gambler who played cards; even without using his abilities, he was a top-tier martial artist. In a real fight, even professional fighters were no match for him.
If he could escape, he wouldn't have to go back to that hellhole, and he wouldn't even have to pay back the gambling debt.
It was killing two birds with one stone!
Stepping out the back door into the dim alleyway, Remy's eyes sharpened. He raised the long staff he had just retrieved and silently approached Darian from behind, preparing to unleash his secret technique of six strikes per second.
Just then, a dark shadow suddenly rushed toward them at extreme speed!
Before Remy could react, he saw Darian take a step forward and throw a punch!
Boom!!
With a dull thud, the dark shadow flew backward faster than it had come, smashing heavily into a brick wall over ten meters away. The wall cracked outward like a spiderweb as the person was deeply embedded into it, with dust and debris falling continuously.
Remy: (o_O)!!!
Only then did Darian slowly turn his head, his gaze landing on the staff Remy held high, his eyebrows raised slightly.
"What are you doing?"
Remy gave an awkward smile. "I just wanted to ask, do you think this staff looks good?"
Darian knew exactly what he had been up to but didn't bother calling him out. He turned his gaze to the figure embedded in the wall and discovered it was actually an acquaintance—Logan's 'dear' older brother, Victor.
"Is it settled?"
A voice suddenly came from behind them.
Remy jumped in fright and looked around warily. "Who is it! Who's speaking!"
John, standing in the shadows of the corner, said:"..."
Fine, I really do have the ability to be invisible.
Darian saw John's teeth and nodded.
"Yes, this card master is willing to lead the way for us."
Remy corrected him, "My name is Gambit, not card master."
"Alright, card master."
Remy:"....."
If he weren't unable to beat Darian, he would have thrown a red card straight at the man's face to show him what Gambit was all about.
Darian asked John, "What's the situation? Why is Victor here?"
John explained, "Victor suddenly appeared and ambushed Logan and me. He attacked Logan first, then started attacking me, but then you guys showed up midway."
"Where's Logan?"
"Over there."
Looking in the direction John indicated, they saw Logan scrambling up from the ground in the distance. Several terrifying claw marks, deep enough to see bone, had appeared on his neck. The flesh was torn open and dripping with blood, a sight that would make anyone's skin crawl.
Anyone else would have been preparing for reincarnation, but Logan had his 'health lock' mechanism. A mere fatal wound was nothing to him; he recovered completely within a few breaths.
Meanwhile, Victor finally managed to pull himself out of the wall with great difficulty.
He shook his dizzy head, his Beast-like eyes locking onto Darian, his pupils filled with unprecedented shock and suspicion.
The power of that punch completely exceeded his realm of understanding!
Even now, waves of sharp pain radiated from the bones and organs in his chest. Even his Healing Factor needed time to repair the damage, which showed just how severe the injury was.
In his long life, he had never experienced this level of destructive power from anyone else.
This guy... what kind of monster did he crawl out from?
"Victor, you son of a bitch!"
Once Logan's throat healed, his first words were to curse Victor's family, seemingly unaware that this insult included himself.
After all, he and Victor were half-brothers.
Victor forced down the horror he felt toward Darian and grinned at Logan.
"My foolish brother, you're still so careless. You haven't improved at all."
Logan's anger flared as six Adamantium Claws popped from between his knuckles, glinting with a cold light.
"I'm going to make sure that foul mouth of yours never speaks again, Victor!"
"Heh, with just you?"
Victor sneered, his fingernails instantly lengthening into sharp, blade-like bone claws.
Without another word, he turned... and bolted in the opposite direction from Logan!
Logan:"..."
Though Victor was bloodthirsty and brutal, he was by no means a brainless brute.
Seeing so many people on Logan's side and knowing he was outnumbered—not to mention the unfathomable Darian—he decisively chose a strategic retreat.
Victor was much faster than Logan, moving on all fours like a true Sabretooth. He could leap between buildings with ease, and Logan couldn't keep up with him at all.
"Trying to catch me won't be that easy!"
Victor glanced back at the trailing Logan and gave a disdainful smile.
Just as Victor was about to escape everyone's sight, several gunshots rang out!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three bullets traced elegant arcs through the air, precisely piercing Victor's skull!
He instantly lost control and crashed heavily from mid-air.
Darian, holding the golden desert eagle, snorted. "Thinking you can escape in front of me? Do you think I'm invisible?"
Remy looked at Victor, who had a hole in his head and a strangely 'cheerful' smile frozen on his face, and felt his hair stand on end. He dared not move an inch.
He was just glad he hadn't tried to run earlier, let alone attack Darian. Otherwise, the one lying there now would probably be him.
While Victor had yet to fully heal, John quickly returned from the entertainment venue with a set of leather restraint tools that looked like they belonged to a certain 'alphabet' subculture, tying Victor up tightly.
Darian looked at Victor, who was bound in a strange pose with a ball stuffed in his mouth, his expression becoming a bit subtle.
"Where did you find this stuff?"
John said helplessly, "Time was tight, and I couldn't find anything more suitable. I had to borrow it from a lady. She said this is definitely sturdy for tying people up. Why, should I change it?"
Logan quickly stopped him. "No, I think this is great. Victor is too dangerous. We must ensure there are no mishaps. It's better to be cautious."
He said that, but the corners of his mouth, which he couldn't keep down, completely betrayed his true thoughts.
Hahahahahaha!
Victor, I never thought you'd have a day like this!
Before long, Victor's injuries gradually healed, and he slowly opened his eyes.
At first, his gaze was scattered and confused, but it soon regained focus. He immediately realized he was bound in an extremely humiliating posture with a foreign object in his mouth.
"Mmph! Mmph!!"
Victor struggled wildly, but that lady hadn't lied; this thing was truly sturdy for tying people up. No matter how much strength he used, he couldn't break free.
Darian said cheerfully, "Don't waste your energy. As long as you cooperate, I might consider untying you."
Victor: "Mmph! Mmph!"
Darian waved at Remy. "Card Master, help him take the ball out. Let's hear what he has to say."
"My name is Re... fine, I'm Card Master."
After witnessing Darian's strength, Remy had given up resisting. Whatever Darian said, went.
Once the ball was removed, Victor's angry roar was heard: "You bastards! I'm going to tear you all to pieces!!"
When had he ever suffered such a great humiliation in his life?
To be placed in such a shameful pose by this gear, especially in front of his pathetic brother Logan—it was worse than death!
Logan crouched down, three Adamantium Claws pressing against Victor's chin. He said coldly, "Victor, tell me the truth. Was killing Keira part of Stryker's plan? Were you two in cahoots all along?"
Victor bared his teeth, revealing two fangs, and grinned savagely. "Do you think I'd tell you?"
"Then pay for Keira's life!"
Killing intent boiled in Logan's eyes as he prepared to execute his kin.
Victor's self-healing ability was inferior to Logan's. If his head were cut off, there would be no possibility of regeneration.
"Wait, Logan. Let me try."
Darian suddenly reached out and firmly grabbed Logan's arm. The three sharp Adamantium Claws stopped abruptly less than an inch from Victor's eyes.
Logan glanced at Darian, hesitated for a moment, and finally suppressed his surging hatred, slowly retracting the Adamantium Claws.
"I'll leave it to you then."
Seeing this, Victor scoffed, his gaze contemptuous. "What, you think if someone else asks, I'll talk? Keep dreaming."
Like Logan, he had long since become indifferent to life and death. He was the type to fight if he wasn't satisfied; no threat could shake him.
Unless he wanted to speak himself, no one could force Victor.
"You will talk."
Darian smiled slightly, and his eyes suddenly glowed with white light as he looked directly into Victor's eyes.
"Tell me, are you and Stryker in cahoots?"
As he spoke, an invisible mental force radiated from Darian, piercing deep into Victor's consciousness!
This was the black magic Darian had learned from the ghost version of the divine book—the same hypnotic control Dracula had once used on him.
Victor's whole body stiffened, and his pupils contracted sharply.
However, he was a century-old veteran who had survived countless bloody battlefields. His will was like tempered steel, incredibly resilient.
Faced with Darian's hypnotic control, a savage and violent resistance instinctively erupted from him, actually managing to hold off Darian's mental force.
Of course, it was mainly because Darian was just a beginner, and his proficiency with this skill was far inferior to Dracula's.
Since the magic wasn't enough, he'd let his fists do the talking!
Boom!!
Without hesitation, Darian landed a heavy punch right on Victor's face!
The massive force dazed Victor. Under this pure physical power, a crack inevitably appeared in his willpower.
Darian keenly captured this moment of loosening.
He didn't pause for a second, following up like a jackhammer as a second punch arrived!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!
Darian's fists became a drumbeat, repeatedly striking Victor's face. The dull thuds echoed wildly in the back alley.
Honestly, it sounded quite rhythmic.
Victor was tightly bound and couldn't dodge at all; he could only take it all head-on.
His face quickly swelled and deformed under the heavy blows. His nose collapsed, and blood continuously seeped from his mouth and nose.
At first, Victor could still struggle a bit, but as Darian's fists continued to fall, his movements became smaller and smaller. His originally fierce eyes began to lose focus, until only unconscious twitching remained.
So brutal!
The onlookers were dumbstruck.
Did Victor kill Logan's wife or your wife? Just how big of a grudge do you have!
Darian pounded him for a full half-minute before finally stopping.
By now, Victor's face was a bloody mess, reduced to a pulp that looked like minced meat for hand-beaten beef balls. It was simply too gruesome to look at!
And his mental defenses, like his face, had been smashed to smithereens by pure physical force.
The white light flared in Darian's eyes again as his mental force reached out.
This time, there was no resistance. Victor's scattered consciousness threw its doors wide open, allowing him to enter unopposed.
Darian asked, "Tell me, are you and Stryker in cahoots?"
"Yes."
A raspy response squeezed out of Victor's throat.
Under his bruised and torn eyelids, all spirit and resistance had vanished, leaving only a hollow void.
Darian nodded with satisfaction and looked at the three stunned men beside him. "I've successfully used my ability to control him. Ask whatever questions you have."
The three of them:"..."
Is this 'control'?
This is clearly just beating a confession out of him!