Twin Cities: Who says scientists can't be conquerors?

Chapter 16 Shocking Change!

Before his legs were broken, Smitch was a prestigious alchemist baron who was a powerful figure in Zaun.

Unfortunately, this cunning villain with Yordle blood made the foolish mistake of choosing the wrong side just as Hilkor was preparing to aggressively expand its glimmer business to rake in profits.

He only heard Aaron's opposition to the misuse of the glimmer of light, and he saw an opportunity to take advantage of it. He vigorously incited voices against Hilco, attempting to shake Hilco's position in the process of splitting the two.

But he didn't hear the second half of Aaron's sentence:

Aaron is even more dedicated to the further harmless research and development of the micro-light agent than Hillco is!

Aaron genuinely believed that treating the Glimmer as merely a drug that grants temporary bursts of power would be a cruel act against the people of Zaun and a shameful waste.

Microlight must go further, overcome those terrible side effects, and become the core technology of Zaun people themselves!

The final outcome for Smith was self-evident:

He himself had both legs broken during a surprise attack launched by Hilko, and only managed to escape with the help of a few loyal subordinates.

The other alchemist barons, however, paid no heed to the plight of those who had perished, and in an instant devoured the remnants that Hillco could not reach, dividing up Smith's former assets completely.

Jinx knew all about these things.

In her mind, Smith had been completely erased from the list three years ago and was a fool who should have been forgotten long ago.

But now, just as she and Caitlin were enjoying a delicious barbecue, how did this guy suddenly pop up?!

boom--!

Another loud bang, accompanied by the noise of diners shouting and fleeing, and panic spread throughout the entire street.

Those soldiers in strange armor swept over anything in their path with perfect uniformity.

Interspersed throughout were Smith's owl-like maniacal laughter, sending chills down one's spine.

"Get out of here! It's not safe!"

Without thinking twice, Jinx grabbed Caitlin's wrist and pulled her in the opposite direction.

Since being repeatedly taught by Aaron, Jinx has learned to notify others immediately in case of an accident.

She no longer cared about showing Caitlin to Hillco; she just wanted to tell Hillco about Smith as soon as possible.

God knows what this idiot got that made him have so many soldiers around him, all of them looking really powerful.

Even a fool could guess that once Smitch returns, he will definitely cause trouble for Hilcor and Aaron!

"Stop standing there! Come with me!"

Jinx roughly wiped the sauce off Caitlyn's mouth, almost as if she was about to carry Caitlyn away.

Her anxiety stemmed not only from needing to inform Hillco, but also from the fact that when Smith appeared, she felt all her efforts that day had been in vain.

Seeing those strange-looking soldiers, all his praise of Zaun to Caitlin just now seemed like a joke...

"Hey! Slow down!"

"Who's that guy? You seem to know him?"

Caitlin caught up with Jinx and hurriedly asked a question.

She wasn't as sensitive as Jinx imagined, and didn't think there was anything embarrassing about this happening right after Jinx praised Zaun as a great place.

After all, Piltover also has serious criminals, and Officer Caitlin never generalizes.

The only thing that caught her off guard was that Jinx forcibly dragged her up just as she was about to watch the excitement, leaving her no chance to observe further.

Who is that strange person who looks like a little squirrel?

Jinx seems to know him quite well?

Why would Jinx say there's danger? Does she know what the other person is planning to do...?

A flood of new information jolted Caitlin's senses, causing her cheeks to flush slightly. If it weren't for the fact that Jinx's expression was unusually serious, she might have even wanted to stay and take a closer look.

Whether Smitchi heard Caitlyn's thoughts or not, just as she and Jinx were about to walk out of the market from the other side, a burly figure suddenly blocked their way—

From the very beginning, Smitch had surrounded this place!

"This is troublesome."

Jinx's face darkened, and she pulled Caitlin behind her.

She could see several unfortunate diners lying in front of the tall soldier, all with their arms or legs severed, the ground a bloody mess.

"This, I..."

Caitlin had never seen such a brutal and bloody scene before.

Her face turned deathly pale; all her previous curiosity about Smitchi vanished, replaced by a mixture of terror and anger.

How could this happen?

How could you do this!

This is murder! This is a crime! This is...

"Hey~ Look who I caught!"

"Hahaha, what a coincidence!"

Before Caitlin could even process the shock, she heard a sharp, flippant voice coming from afar.

The strange man she had been curious about earlier walked towards her and Jinx, stepping on two mechanical steel legs.

Upon closer inspection, it appears that, apart from the hairy parts which may be original, the other limbs have been replaced with metal machines.

"Smith!"

Seeing that she had been caught red-handed, Jinx decided to give up and sneak away.

She straightened up, her eyebrows raised, and looked directly at the other person without fear: "What are you planning to do!"

……

Smith considers himself to have "returned as king" today.

Those soldiers who cannot remove their armor, whose flesh and blood would disintegrate if they did, are the source of his kingly confidence.

He intends to use the newfound power he gained after his "resurrection" to make the entire Zaun accept that great man's ideals—

There should be no rulers, no lies, and nothing that hinders the pure chaos that survival brings!

"Pain, pain is right!"

Smith's eyes were bloodshot, and with each breath he could feel the piercing friction of the tube inserted into his lungs, like a thunderclap.

He stared at Jinx and Caitlin, grinning as he grabbed a corpse and cruelly pulled out its entire spine.

The stench of the spine, still clinging to the skin and flesh, thrilled Smitch.

How he wished that this blood-soaked "treasure" in his hand belonged to the guy who had deceived him and made him make the wrong judgment!

Even if it isn't...

Smitch looked at Jinx.

"Perhaps collecting some interest in advance would be acceptable."

When he, neither human nor ghost, fell into the deep pit and struggled in the "Sinking Hook" mine, the deepest part of the trench area, it was that wounded adult who took him in and taught him what the true treasure of the Zaun people was—

pain!

Only pain, nothing but pain!

Today, he, Smith, will follow in that man's footsteps, shout that man's name, and let his enemies taste what pain is!

"I hope you will like it."

Smith lowered the spine and prayed respectfully:

"Lord Urgot, I pray for you."

"I will make my enemies feel real pain!"