I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

He felt as though his vitality was being drained, leaving him increasingly listless.

The pervasive pink smoke in the air continued to assault his senses.

"Who... who are you?"

John mustered all his strength to ask.

A flicker of something different passed through the woman's eyes as she chuckled lightly.

"My name is Rosie. Make sure you remember it this time."

Rosie?

A flash of something crossed John's mind, but it was too quick for him to grasp.

The intensifying scent of Rosie in the air dulled his thoughts even more.

Boom!

A sound like a bomb exploded above them, breaking John's train of thought.

Even the pale pink smoke in the air seemed to dim slightly.

"Ugh..."

Rosie looked displeasedly above her head, then turned her gaze back to John, her lips curling slightly.

"I knew you wouldn't be so bold as to come here alone, little one. You've called for help, haven't you?"

"If this were any other time, I might have wanted to play along with you, but not today."

Rosie touched John's cheek somewhat regretfully, as if lamenting not being able to spend more time with him.

As Rosie drew nearer, the scent of roses in the air intensified, adding to the confusion in John's eyes.

The emotions stirred by the explosion began to dissipate once more.

The sounds of explosions continued overhead, even causing the pale pink smoke in the air to disperse slightly.

Despite such disturbances, the people in the lobby below seemed unaffected, still fervently fixated on the statue veiled beneath the red cloth on the platform.

As the sounds of explosions drew nearer, the fragrance of roses grew stronger until, finally, Rosie smiled softly and pressed a kiss to John's lips.

In that moment, the intense scent of roses almost entwined John completely, overwhelming him to the point where he could barely control his emotions.

Inside his head, a voice incessantly urged him, kiss her, hold her, possess her fiercely!

This woman was a divine creation, meant to be his!

But his body was too weak to move.

After pressing a kiss to John's lips, Rosie seemed unsatisfied and pulled down his shirt to leave a lipstick mark over his heart.

Observing the vivid red imprint, Rosie finally laughed, her fingertip lightly touching the mark.

"I look forward to our next meeting, my darling."

After straightening John's clothes, Rosie turned and left with a satisfied air, her graceful figure making it seem as though she wasn't in a basement at all but some grand ballroom!

No!

She can't leave!

She hadn't explained what was happening with Victor!

Why did she know about Victor?

What was the deal with those people outside?

Clearly, this was a Dusk Sect headquarters, so why was it so easily relinquished to him?

And what about the statue covered with the red cloth?

John's mind was filled with too many questions, but with Rosie's departure, they were all suppressed inside him.

After Rosie left, the pale pink smoke in the air seemed to fade significantly, no longer as overpoweringly intense as before.

As John's body slowly regained movement, he immediately gripped the Bloodthirsty Blade tightly in his hand.

He wanted to track down the woman, but there was no sign of her now, only the lingering scent of Rosie in the air marking her previous presence.

Even the puppet that had been guarding the door had vanished.

John quickly left the room and noticed that the crowd below was starting to grow restless.

The intense shaking above caused the red cloth on the platform to begin sliding off, and John sharply sensed the evil power hidden beneath it.

He suddenly had a bad premonition; if that red cloth were to fall completely, it would spell disaster for them.

The crowd below seemed to feel the rising power too, their excitement growing as they muttered incessantly.

Several had eyes turning blood red, almost as if blood would drip from them.

Boom!

As the ceiling shook violently, a large hole burst open, and debris crashed to the floor.

John had moved quickly; otherwise, he would have been directly hit.

Light from the street lamps and a faint moonlight poured in through the hole.

Then, a head peered through.

"I guessed right, hey, you're indeed here," Archibald said, smiling as he looked down at John.

He opened his arms and then jumped down through the hole.

The others followed, jumping down, and their eyes narrowed into sharp glares as they took in the scene before them.

"What's going on with these people? Why are they like this? What exactly happened here just now?"

Leopold immediately noticed something was off.

The air still held traces of pale pink smoke, which made them feel slightly dizzy after inhaling it.

"This pink smoke can confuse people's minds; be careful," John warned, his voice rough with hoarseness.

The others sensed something was amiss and glanced at him instinctively.

"What's wrong with you?"

Amelia's gaze fell on John's lips, which seemed unusually red.

John shook his head, shifting his focus back to the frenzied crowd on the first floor.

There were at least two to three hundred people there.

Each person's cultivation varied, but even the weakest was at the silver-tier.

Now, it appeared each had lost their self-control, becoming wildly deranged.

"These people are the most loyal followers of the Dusk Sect. I don't know what Rosie did to them, but they seem to have gone completely mad. When I came in, they didn't even notice me."

"It seems they are worshiping the statue on the platform. We must avoid that statue at all costs, or something terrible will happen!"

A voice inside John's head continuously told him to steer clear of the statue, warning that what followed would be beyond their ability to handle.

Everyone's expressions turned serious, trusting John completely.

They all knew John would never harm them.

Given this trust, they knew they had to figure out what was really going on here.

"I've already notified the people from Hidden Stars; they should be here shortly."

Capturing so many Dusk Sect followers and interrogating them thoroughly should reveal some needed information.

Isabella's tone carried an edge of severity.

They all knew that the situation was far from simple, given the sheer number of people here—it was even terrifying.

And all of this was happening right under their noses in the Imperial Capital!

To have such a large underground plaza with so many cultists in the Imperial Capital was utterly astounding.

As Isabella finished speaking, everyone shivered.

They realized that the people on the first floor were staring intensely at them.

Some faces still bore frenzied expressions or manic grins.

But every single one of them was staring fixedly at them, as if they were prey.

It might not have been so frightening if it were just one person staring, but the gaze of hundreds made everyone's skin crawl.

"What's wrong with them?" Archibald swallowed nervously.

Just moments ago, none of those gazes had been directed at them.

What had suddenly changed?