His breath was uneven and congested. His hair was wet, lips dry and eyes succumbing to tiredness.
He opened his eyes with dreadful nausea and a buzzing headache. Mental exhaustion was apparent on his body. His feeble hands and feet were trembling from the backlash, one of the common side effects of excessive, unrestrained killing intent.
Killing intent was a double-edged sword. The dominance of psyche he gained with killing intent might make his opponent feel caged. However, the same rhythm would rattle himself as well.
That's why he never appreciated people directing their killing intent at him needlessly. His perception was too much of a pain in the ass. The denser the killing intent, the ruthless the repercussions would be.
Besides, too much killing intent can a
Bhu-lok public shelter; Inside a lavish restaurant sat a pale-skinned youth dressed in a formal suit, presentable enough.Although this was a restaurant, by the looks of people sitting, drinking, and chattering in clusters, it seemed more like a lavish tavern. Immaculate tableware, hygienic environment, utility bots serving the customers with their orders, It was far from the image of a traditional chaotic tavern.He noticed that, if not all, most of the customers inside were seniors and adults. Out of all the people present inside, he was the youngest. Although there was no written sign, this restaurant was a gathering place for adult hunters.This was again reaffirmed by the fact when the waiter, who came to ask for his order, lightly frowned at his choice of soft beverage and not the hard one.
Creed immediately felt his knees were powerless. Maira had asked him to give them some privacy, but he couldn't get up from his seat. A hand was on his shoulder that didn't let him budge even an inch."Stop intimidating him," She shot a glare at the one who stood next to Creed, "Master has already agreed about this."The man with the broadsword interrupted."If he gets intimidated by this, then there is no point… I don't know how you got, master, to agree to this facade, but I don't like this decision! A chain is as strong as its weakest Link.""Yeah! Stop sabotaging the party, Maira!" The second guy, who had held Creed, interrupted. "This is a terrible decision for us as well as for him!""I am not sabotaging the Part
Creed couldn't directly peek at her because she was standing behind him. All he could do was take a quick peek at her and pull his gaze away.His perception told him that even if she was not directly looking at him, he was still under her peripheral gaze.Creed immediately hypothesized a simulation where he made a sudden hostile move. He realized that he wouldn't survive even half of those hypothetical scenarios.'She is good!'Even though she looked petite and thin, he could sense a coldness oozing out of her. For some reason, Creed felt a sense of threat bursting out of her rhythm.He also understood that, although it wasn't at his level, her perception was still decent enough. This fact confused him even
Creed was now outside on a secluded open field, away from the public. Maira and others stood a couple of meters away from him.Since this was just an impromptu test, they were as prepared as people under a pandemic. Yet, somehow they were able to find what seemed like an open field near the restaurant, as well as some pieces of equipment.Creed could have just used his Bow-type Soul Armas that he got from Manticore's last kill, but they didn't allow him. This was a test of skills, Soul Armas would ruin the entire purpose of the test. He didn't have any problem with that either.He grabbed an appropriate bow that suited him the most and played with it a bit to get a feel for the sudden change in equipment. Creed knew that no arrow or a bow is ever perfectly tuned when it comes from a manufacturer.
~thump ~thumpSomewhere inside the darkest corner of the Glitch, a woman in her 20s ran. Heart thumping so fast as if it would burst out her bleeding chest any second now.~thump ~thumpShe ran like her life depended on it. Although she was dragging her feet with all her might, yet she couldn't escape the sense of a hovering presence.~thump ~thumpMost of—what seemed like an Armor type Soul Armas—was torn apart into shreds. Her thighs were throbbing with painful muscle cramps, and her waist was bleeding from the entire left side.The Soul Armour over her right leg was completely torn apart, revealing huge burns. The armor above her waist was also gone, exposing
Despite all this, there was something else that distinguished Malaka from other beasts of the same tier.The actual reason why Malakas were considered exceptions is because of an awful anatomical process inside their bodies that researchers casually called 'foul puberty'.Though it might sound funny at first, the researchers coined this term after observing the appalling behavior that would terrify every feeble-minded.Malakas are abominations who didn't care about evolution or anything else. They are more inclined or simply bound by their sickening desires, which are an abhorrent by-product of their disturbing biological process.These creatures have an unquenchable lust and terrifying barbarity.The weirdest par
With muffled steps inside the isolated shrubbery beyond the public shelter, Creed stormed through the familiar woods as fast as he could. A slight urgency was buried under his neutral expressions.He had changed his attire from the black blazer to his comfortable hunters' kevlar. Normal articles of clothing couldn't compare to these hunters' apparel. His fingers instinctually slide across the grated surface of the shoulder to discern the microscale weaving on the surface of his brand-new as well as an expensive piece of clothing.Durable, temperature resilient, along with the nano-liquid circuitry for maximum damage repair. His new hunter's kevlar that Creed had ordered from the genome library portal arrived yesterday. For that, he had to make a quick round trip to 'Zerg' to bring his new suit.'5
"You can go home!"The voice pulled him back to reality; he turned back and saw instructor Maira inching closer. Even in the summit's darkness, Creed could recognize her even in the darkest of places.She wasn't on her feet but seated gracefully on a saddle over a beast that looked similar to a black panther. The paws of the panther scratched the ground, while the scarlet furs of nightshade added a glimmering contrast to his overall majestic appearance."Eh!! But… why ma'am?""If I knew that the meeting was because of the Malaka hunt... I would have delayed your inclusion.""I don't understand...what does it have to do with you telling me not to go?""Do I really have