The Degree
Betraying Before Betraying

“Isn't this very clear? Hand over the DP and weapons you ordered.” Tyson showed a grinning smile.

Ray still did not understand the situation and looked dazed. The Masses who saw such a reaction looked satisfied for some reason.

“You look like an apathetic person who doesn't even make a sore face with such a wound, but it seems that you can also react that way. That's good.”

“Delivering DP and weapons ... what does it mean?” Ray looks petrified for several reasons.

Tyson sighed rudely and looked fed up with Ray, “You are actually smart or stupid, still not understanding your situation? In short, this is betrayal. No robots or anything, it's just a lie we made.”

As if there was a flow of electricity stinging his head, Ray understood his point, “Jadi .. Is this all fake? Including your marks and wounds?”

“That's. You must be stuck thinking that the Degree that my lover has is Light.” Tyson pulled Misa into his arms with a completely mocking face.

Misa also smiled humbly, “My strength is light. I can do anything with him like shoot him as a weapon and heat something.”

“itu .. is impossible. Then, is your power also fake, Tyson?” Ray lowered his hands tiredly and his face was still unwilling to accept the reality.

“Hahaha, of course. There are indeed people who are foolish enough to reveal their Degree when the situation itself is not clear whether everyone is a friend or an opponent.”

That makes sense. Anyone would find it strange if there are people who introduce themselves and reveal the Degree they have. Even Ray hid his Degree, so it would be strange if Tyson and Misa were to reveal it without sin.

my “Degree is nothing out of the ordinary. You're going to die any minute anyway, so I'm kind and say it. The degree I have is Tactical Expert. I was able to devise various plans thanks to my Degree. This is not something strong but with the Mass he can help me overcome these shortcomings.” Tyson stroked Misa gently and kissed her lips.

Looking at the scene, Ray lowered his hand tiredly as if swallowing the bitter reality that exists, “So, you will kill me only for DP and weapons?”

Tyson smiled happily, “Thank God you understood it. Be a good boy and I will ask my lover to kill you without pain.”

“That's easy if I shoot in an artery or blow your heart straight away. But this firing accuracy can be bad.” Misa smiled, even so her words were unconvincing as a hint of fear was etched into her eyes.

Misa intends to take the weapon that is right in front of Ray, but is stopped by Tyson.

“Don't be rash just yet, we don't know his Degree yet. That's why I made him go to the corner of the room so he didn't have any escape path.” Although he had benefited but Tyson did not intend to let his guard down.

“Tell me, What degree do you have?” tanyakanya.

“What's the point? You guys are still gonna kill me anyway.” The frightened Ray seemed to have given up on his life.

“That's true but I promise I'll make it easy for you. Don't you think that I might just kill you slowly?”

Misa certainly has the ability to do so. He could easily hole Ray's body with his ability to force him to talk about his Degree.

Ray started to move his lips and convey something. Tyson and Misa put up their ears because Ray seemed to speak slowly.

“I ... untalented.”

“Huh?” Misa was shocked and did not believe what she heard.

It's a pity, Tyson. In this position what was actually wrong was not Ray, but the two of them who misinterpreted his words.

“Quick say .. what—” Tyson began to stagger and kneel, he held his aching head, his gaze began to blur, “A-what happened.”

“Tyson! You okay?!” Misa loosens her guard against Ray and checks Tyson's condition with concern.

“You're right.”

Ray's words were enough to get Tyson to give him his attention even if he wasn't doing well. He started spewing blood and his face was pale to such an extent, Tyson then realized something.

“What do you ... do ... to me?”

Tyson assumed that Ray's Degree might be something related to poisonous gas, but seeing Mass as fine was clearly a denial of that assumption.

“You are right, that even if someone has no talent, there is no way they do not have a Degree. I also have a Degree, but you will never be able to guess.” Ray wiped his hair and returned his face to his apathetic face.

“Then, how important is it that you call yourself without talent?!” Misa stared furiously, she was intending to attack him but was more worried about Tyson's current condition.

“What I mean earlier is, I am not talented at acting. Playing expression and theatricalizing into a pathetic person really makes me nauseous.” Ray picked up the knife and the gun he had thrown before.

“Hentika—” Misa intends to shoot Ray but he has a slower speed.

Dor's!

“Kyaah! My hand! It hurts!”

Ray shoots right in Misa's hand and makes her roll over because of her pain. The increasingly weakened Tyson hugged her and looked at Ray hatefully.

“Your girl will never be able to shoot me. Neither of you can kill me. Not because of pride but I know none of you ever killed a human.”

It would be obvious when it saw the doubt from their eyes. Ray realizes early on that something has gone wrong with his situation since Misa came and asked him for help.

In the first place, the Mass did not look so tired and was only drenched in blood unharmed. If indeed they were to fight with robots, Misa's condition would definitely not be that good. At least he should have some injuries. The blood on his body clearly belonged to Tyson.

Ray believes Tyson's wounds are Misa's deeds to make their plan seem perfect.

Then, Misa was so calm and even had time to treat the wounds that Ray had. Psychologically, a person will not be able to be patient in doing so to a stranger if he knows that a loved one could be killed.

From that it is enough to make Ray feel confident that there is collusion behind all these things. Ray is not a fool and would believe it so easily. Since the beginning of Mass and Tyson revealed their Degree, Ray never instilled trust.

“While you're a schemer, you're not very good at devising plans, are you? The proof is that I can clearly see all your tricks from the beginning and deliberately become stupid as if dancing in the palm of your hand. Despite the fact that you are the one dancing in my palm.”

“What do not-do .. You also killed Justina?” Tyson again vomited blood while hugging the crying Mass.