“Will he be okay?” Kylie asked Davies and Jack. Her head was still rested on Jack’s shoulder and her droopy eyes suggested that her short nap had been bitter at best. Nevertheless, the first thing she had asked upon awakening was Razor’s status.“Don’t underestimate him,” Davies chuckled, picking his nose carelessly and happily ignoring the look of disgust he was getting from Kylie.“Razor has followed my brother since he was a young boy. Not only has he trained alongside some of the strongest Lion Kings in our clan, but he has also received the tutelage of several elders and even my father. He is strong. That is why he was picked to be my brother’s hound.”“I see,” Kylie mumbled, less worried about Razor now.In the Lion King tribe – much like other Beastmen tribes – a hound was a warrior who was trained to be the greatest support of the next leader. While the name had an unfortunate ring to it, it was a prestigious status that only a few could match up to. Razor was Aiden’s hound an
*You seem much more anxious than you were before*Hearing Red’s words, Kylie chuckled nervously. Philip had already fought, and Jack was just about to step out. Since three victories were all it took for a victory and Jack had been required to step out, it was clear that Philip lost; however, like Galbraith had told Joseph, the First King, the victory was not at a small cost. For while Philip did in fact lose, he had done so because his opponent was a 4 Star Beastman, and his energy was much lower. Philip’s loss was attributable to low energy, for he fainted in exhaustion, granting his opponent an automatic victory. The representative of the Clan of the First however, had his entire left arm crushed by Philip during that encounter. If Philip had been a 4 Star like him, Philip would have won.Currently, Philip was in the treatment centre. He had not only fainted; some of his veins and arteries were a mess due to overtaxing his star energy. He needed immediate treatment to avoid any fut
“It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Igneous of the Clan of the First,” Igneous greeted Jack with respect, despite the fact that they were enemies. Jack nodded his head and retuned the courtesy, stabbing his spear into the ground with minimal effort and bringing his fists together to offer a Lion King bow.“I am Jack Kingsman.”“I have heard much about you from my sister. She has quite the gigantic crush on you.” Igneous chuckled. He didn’t look like he was here to battle, for he acted and carried himself like he was here to merely get acquainted with Jack; however, if one was very observant, one would notice that his spirit was already at its peak. Igneous was ready to fight anytime!“I cannot say the same,” Jack replied bluntly, his expression difficult to read.“Hahaha! Incredible. You may just be the first man to turn her down. It’s no wonder she is so smitten with you. You know that women like what they cannot have right? The more you turn her down, the more she would want you.”T
Humans are beings that live on one law: survival. Once survival is achieved, they become more relaxed; however, not everyone is satisfied by simply surviving. For some, surviving is merely the first step to a greater goal; it is merely the beginning to attaining enviable success. Such people strive hard to become the best in what they do, and their wealth merely caps their bright efforts. Beastmen were no different. Inasmuch as they detested humans, they failed to acknowledge the fact that they were very similar. There were those satisfied with merely surviving, and there were those that were excellent geniuses who pursued the peak of their abilities. Right now, two of such individuals were clashing furiously, their battle shaking the hearts and minds of those watching them.*Boom*#Incredible. They have been fighting nonstop for the last twenty-five minutes! Neither one is budging an inch! Just incredible#“You truly are a Kingsman,” Igneous laughed happily as his maddened eyes refle
“I cannot believe you didn’t win,” Sam was stunned seeing her brother return without a victory.“What is surprising about that? I was up against a true genius. That boy…he is more talented than his brother.” Igneous chuckled happily as he spoke. Although he had failed to win, he was very satisfied with the battle.“But if you had fought with your full strength, there is no way he would have been able to hold out for that long,” Sam argued.“Hold out?” Igneous smiled knowingly.“He didn’t just hold out. He fought with me on equal footing. My bleeding palms and shattered lips are evidence of this.” Igneous shrugged and reached out into the first-aid box for some cotton and alcohol.“Still…” Sam bit her lips in refusal. Her brother was her sky. She had feelings for Jack, but to her, Jack couldn’t compare to her brother. After all, Igneous was the one they called king of the new generation.“I know what you are thinking and in some way, you are right. I didn’t fight at full capacity, but
Kylie’s match to the stage was silent, for her mind was a nervous wreck. While she had been greatly calmed by Red’s efforts and comforted by the gazes and words of her friends, it didn’t mean that she was completely fine. When she stepped out all her worries rushed back at her. She had never stood before such a large crowd before. Even in those days when she was a gymnastics enthusiast and represented her school, she didn’t face this kind of atmosphere. Maybe the numbers were similar, but the magnitude of the events were totally different. In one of them she was a seeded contestant expected to win. In the other, she was the underdog, and her loss could spell a very difficult future ahead of her. She could not hear the cheers of the crowd or the jeers of the ones from the Clan of the First. Even Sam’s disdainful gaze was erased from her mind. She saw nothing; she heard nothing. She moved like a robot, a spectre with no direction or wit.Before she knew it, she was already at the centre
“It seems I don’t have to forfeit,” Galbraith smiled and slumped onto his seat. His eyes were filled with pride, as though Kylie had already won the match. As far as he was concerned, she being able to stand up in such a situation was good enough.“Tsk,” Joseph snorted, yet his eyes were filled with appreciation. No one liked a coward, but everyone adored a brave heart. They may be enemies right now, but ultimately they were all part of the same race. Seeing one of their own stand up from adversity was cause for celebration. He didn’t like that she was going to challenge his daughter, but he appreciated Kylie’s bravery.“In the end, you lived up to my expectations,” Galbraith smiled while thinking this to himself. Next to him, his wife and son were all smiles as well, as though they hadn’t been arguing with him just some moments ago.…“That’s a relief,” Davies wiped his brow, the anxious look on his face fading. Next to him were Jack and Razor.“Yeah. For a second there I thought she
#Looks like Sam is looking to swiftly wrap things up. What is Kylie going to do now?#Looking at the menacing appearance of her classmate, Kylie could not help but gulp slightly. She still remembered the beating she had suffered in Sam’s hands after her transformation that night in the park. She tried to forget about it, but her frame trembled slightly as scenes from that night flashed through her mind.*Tsk. To think one who has been contracted by a Sovereign Star like myself is engulfed in the feeling called fear. For a descendant of Moon Wolves, you scare way too easily*Red’s disdainful voice caused Kylie to grit her teeth in annoyance.“Don’t you know that there is something called Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder?” Kylie argued, not realizing that the tension she felt was fading due to Red’s intervention.*That doesn’t apply to heralds, child of the moon Wolves. Your tribe aren’t slouches either. The Moon Wolves were so strong that even the Undead were wary of them. You as a desce
Kylie had another dream. Well, at this point, she spent more time dreaming than she did staying awake; however, this dream was familiar. It was an image she had seen before and one that she did not miss. She did not think she would see this again, but here she was once again, her spirit stranded on this worn-down planet. The red sun in the sky bore down on her and transmitted great heat, for although this was a dream, Kylie could feel the burning fire of the sun. The Legacy candidate of the Lion King tribe tore her eyes away from the sun and cast her eyes to the only figure present on this planet. Unlike her meet dream of this place, there were no enemies today. And unlike the first time, the protagonist of this dream was staring at her.A figure that seemed familiar yet eerily unfamiliar. It was as though she was holding a dystopian mirror before herself, for the person Kylie was looking at was an alternate image of herself. Same face, same figure, same complexion, and the same heigh
“What...is...that?” Razor asked with widened eyes. His arms which held Philip trembled strongly as his transformed skin failed to cope with the scorching heat now present in the hall. Yet even though his fur sizzled and burned, Razor could feel nothing. All that went through his mind was the shock of seeing Kylie in this new form.“Did you know about this?” Jack turned to Davis and asked. “No. Of course not. This is my first time seeing something like this” Davies replied.Both men were stunned by what they were seeing. Jack was using his spear to absorb the heat that threatened to reduce him to ash, for his spear’s origin was related to a creature that loved flames. As for Davies, he was using Jack as a shield by standing as close to him as possible. His response to Jack was not marred with lies, for he indeed had no idea what was going on. He had never seen Kylie in this form before, neither had he seen her radiating so much fury. No...wait. He had seen her show this much anger be
“Those eyes that were formerly lost, are now filled with conviction. They have figured it out.” Bloodlust muttered to herself silently, the pretentious crazed look she had mustered fading into nothingness. Her eyes still held her rage and her quivering from the loss of her brother did not cease, but her hidden wisdom had been pushed to the surface. This change was easy to discern. After all, it was easy to tell when an opponent had suddenly turned cautious.“Don’t worry about her ability to regenerate!” Kylie screamed, not telling the others that Davies held the key to defeating this monster; such a decision would cost them their element of surprise.Unfortunately for Kylie, Bloodlust was keen and sharp. She was unlike her brother. The moment she saw Kylie and Davies exchanging looks and noticed that his demeanour had grown emboldened, she was confident that the two were plotting something. She didn’t know how they had communicated without saying a word, but she would be arrogant to d
Kylie frowned as she watched Bloodlust rapidly approaching. Razor was engaged with the Blood Daemon, keeping her at bay with his powerful blows and tearing her apart with the blades that adorned his arm. Unfortunately, his victim could be so careless with her actions and her attacks. Her swift attacks and careless nature made it difficult for Razor to be as brazen as he usually was, affecting his fighting style. Thankfully, Razor was not alone. Jack was there as well.As someone who had trained more as a marital artist than as a beastman, Jack was more suited to a battle like this. In a battle that required more caution than brazen obliteration of the enemy, Jack was a better fit. Phillip had also crawled out of the wall he had been struck into. While he was not as strong as Razor or as skilled as Jack, he too was used to a more reserved fighting style due to the fact that he had been fighting against opponents stronger than he was for the past few weeks of training prior to the missi
Dark Shadows’ eyes fluttered close as she embraced death. She didn’t think she would die like this but alas, when did she become the decider of her fate? Her greatest delusion had been to underestimate the beastmen because they were young. If she had taken them seriously from the start and actually drawn up a strategy to handle them, even if she had lost, she would have taken half of the team with her. It was unfortunate for the one who ruled these parts to come to this realization while standing on death’s door; however, her death was not filled with only regret.Yes, she had failed to lead properly and caused Slender and Muscles’ death by sending them after opponents who were much too ready for them. Yes, her foolishness and carelessness had led to the death of Breaker, meaning that even if she had survived, the Blood Daemon family would have killed her for her error. And yes, she had brought Bloodlust to tears and broken the spirit of the once reserved girl. These were all things s
For as long as she could remember, she and her brother had been together. From the moment of their birth to the time the family decided that they should go on their pilgrimage, they had been together. That was the life she had grown accustomed to. Her brother’s presence had become a part of her. He was an extension of her image, a mirror that reflected the part of herself that was always suppressed. Her strict nature and bridled character could be maintained because he was free for both of them. Hs carelessness and free spirit made up for her lack of either one thereof, making it easier to reach the level she had reached.Daemons were special. Each one was highly valued, and the Daemon families were powerful in their own right. Much like the Beastmen’s influential tribes, Daemons were the influential families of the Undead, and their elders came from these families. From Speed Daemons to Rage Daemons and Blood Daemons, Daemons were a force to be reckoned with; a force that not even th
“Sh*t” Dark Shadow could not help but swear when she saw Breaker’s head rolling helplessly across the floor.Her eyes flashed coldly as rage and fear overcame every fiber of her being. It was unusual for the two polar opposite emotions to share the same space, but that was exactly what was happening right now. Her eyes sought the figure of the assassin. She wanted to see the one who had been so brave as to venture into her den alone. After all, she didn’t believe that all the beastmen who had been sent this time were assassins. Yet she could not catch a glimpse of the assassin. She roared in rage as she stamped her foot onto the ground, but her rage would not last long. For in no time, a large figure broke through the door of the throne room, blowing it to smithereens, and barged inside with an insidious smile on his face. This person was a beastman covered in spikes. His shaggy mane was reflective of his clan and Dark Shadow knew immediately who was behind this.“The Lion King tribe!
Dark Shadow sat silently upon her throne. Her eyes gazed calmly upon the large chandelier hanging from the centre of the ceiling that had been unused since the time she started living here. After all, what need did an Undead have for light. Whether it was sunlight or artificial light, it did not have a place in their land.“It feels quiet without them here,” Dark Shadow muttered, sighing tiredly.“If Slender and Muscles heard you say this, they would be very pleased,” said an Undead who had just walked into the room.Next to this Undead was another of his kind but of the opposite sex. The two approached Dark Shadow’s throne and knelt before her, offering their respect to their mistress.“Bloodlust greets Mistress Dark Shadow.”“Breaker greets Mistress Dark Shadow.”Looking down upon her two subordinates, Dark Shadow chuckled lightly and gestured for them to stand. These two, Bloodlust and Breaker, were the other two 4 Star Undead under her command. Bloodlust and Breaker were both Bloo
Psycho opened his eyes to the unfamiliar sight of daylight. He squinted naturally, as was expected for a creature more accustomed to the shadows and began to squirm uncomfortably. He wanted to get out of the light and into the darkness. His eyes rapidly sought for shade or shelter, anything that could grant him respite from the scorching heat of the sun that threatened to suck him dry.“Why am I here? And where is the captain?” Psycho wondered as his patched and cracked lips refused to part to even allow him to speak.He didn’t know why he couldn’t move as freely as he wanted, for his eyes were struggling to adapt to the piercing brightness of the sun. He could not see properly. His body just felt unusually heavy. Almost as though there was something keeping him bound. The last time he felt this way was right before he awakened as an Undead. For before he opened his eyes to this world that he knew, his body would not listen to him. Since then, he had clawed his way through the bittern