Zayn’s piercing eyes bore through Mr. Hyde’s. When he spoke, his somber tone hid an undercurrent of pleas.“Please. Help me this one last time.”Mr. Hyde watched the young man before him as his entire being trembled. An apocalyptic battle of emotions was raging in his head. His whole life had been dedicated to his Lady Hayley King. His life was hers to command. She commanded him to protect and take care of her only son a long time ago, and that had been his raison d'être, his entire point of existence, ever since. But now he had to watch the object of his life’s mission die before his eyes, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was that helpless, that wanting of power. No one could understand the pain this whole thing was causing to him.Mr. Hyde burst into tears.He had felt despair before. When he faced Diego with what he had thought was his last stand, Mr. Hyde had felt despair but not sorrow. He did not even blink, but now, he was crying. He was weeping so much that
Zayn watched Mr. Hyde’s car drive off into the distance until the silhouette faded out of his sight, taking his anxiety away.He smiled. She was safe now. All those efforts paid off—he had saved her. Everything he had worked for, every decision he made, every step he took had yielded the best and only outcome he wanted to see.He turned his eyes away from the direction he last saw them.The air about him took a sharp turn in another direction. He was no longer the doting, gentle husband—he was now Zayn Larson, saddled with all the pathos of a Greek tragic hero, facing his fate like a man who had nothing to lose.Death befalls us all. Some of us die in relative obscurities, like shadows fading into the night. Others die with a flash and a bang. Zayn knew he was not going to live through this. Soon, he might meet the Reaper too; he truly believed that. Maybe his death would not be as big of a bang as he hoped, but he knew he was, at least, not going to die as someone who never matter
To someone as powerful as Ezra, covering five hundred meters was the same as making a five-meter trip. It was never going to take that much time.And the moment Ezra reached Zayn would be the moment he faced his death.It was a salient realization to the one who was supposed to die. It was why instead of running around heedlessly to dodge him, Zayn tried to come up with strategies to save himself from his enemy’s lethal wrath.As that was going on, his other acquaintances had arrived. Lysithea, Taio, Joe, Hollis, Caspian, and the others were fast, but none of them could hold a candle to the exalting level legendary fighters like Ezra effortlessly demonstrated.An apex fighter like him terrified them, be it in terms of speed or raw power. They could not help but be wary of the man’s existence, which made them realize that as long as Ezra was a contender, the Ambrosia fruit would never be theirs.Hollis was the first to shout in fury, “F*ck! It was within our reach before that Larso
Zayn felt an immense pressure coming toward him now, and it was unprecedentedly strong!Ezra had been pursuing him from the back all along, and he could not throw him off regardless of how hard he tried. However, he knew that Ezra was tremendously powerful. In fact, he was the most powerful man that he had ever encountered so far in his life. He also accepted that he did not have a high probability of running, so he had to buy himself time to the best of his abilities and see if he could escape to the place he designed. Then, he would save himself from the desperate situation!“Zayn, you can’t run from me.”Ezra’s mocking voice was heard in Zayn’s ears while he chased after Zayn at full speed. His expression appeared to be very relaxed and leisurely, and there was even a smirk on his face, which was a sign that he did not exert his full effort at all. On the contrary, Zayn appeared to be much more laborious. He was less powerful than Ezra from the start. In addition to that, h
Ezra’s brows furrowed even tighter. He was under the assumption that the act of handling a trivial Zayn was easy for him, yet the reality was right before his eyes now. Zayn’s power had far surpassed his expectations. His temper had risen to a new level now, so he growled, “Ungrateful wretch!” before he sped up abruptly and began attacking Zayn ferociously. No matter how ingenious Zayn’s martial arts skill was, he was nothing in the face of the all-powerful Ezra. “Since you won’t hand it over, go to hell then!” Ezra let out a loud shout while his speed increased a little. The surrounding air was stirred up by his movements before turning into countless vortexes that pulled at Zayn. It felt as if numerous black holes were conjured to slow down Zayn’s movements instantly. Zayn was astonished at once. “What martial arts style is this?”Ezra did not answer Zayn as he threw a punch that landed on Zayn’s shoulder instantly. A crack was heard and Zayn’s shoulder was dislocated from the
Zayn did bury a large number of explosives there indeed. However, it was not as much as a few tonnes but only a few tens of kilograms though that, too, was enough. He had made numerous preparations in advance for this particular plan. These explosives here were his final trump card. It was fortunate that he managed to withstand it until this point. This place was a full 20 kilometers away from Mount Leo. If other people were to know about his plan and that he had calculated it so accurately, they would certainly feel incredulous and even be seized with terror. How impressive was Zayn’s ability to calculate such assumptions so accurately? One should know that there were dozens of master fighters who were set on getting the Aeon Karpos with super-powerful fighters like Ezra amongst them. There was also a great distance involved in the journey, so there were way too many possible variables involved, and if there was any drawback involved in any of the segments, all his efforts wou
“Am I crying?” she muttered to herself. She appeared to be smiling, yet she seemed to be weeping. Such an expression had never appeared on her face before in the past. She looked at the ruins before her in a daze. After sensing the power of the explosion earlier, she was well aware that Zayn could not have possibly survived an explosion like that. Even a perfect-class master fighter could not possibly survive that, let alone Zayn. She could not describe her feelings anymore, and it was hard to put them into words. If she had to describe it, it was an awful feeling. To be exact, it was a different kind of awful feeling. When she closed her eyes, she could see Zayn’s refined yet elegantly unrestrained face filled with confidence in her mind. The scenes of her time spent with Zayn flitted through her mind, with the most profound, unforgettable one being her training with Zayn in the back room. It was her first time and also her only experience with it. In the past, she was under t
It began drizzling. At a specific location on Mount Septimus, seven to eight young men were on an expedition. The man walking at the frontmost spoke in a feigned mysterious tone, “Hey, have you heard about the legend of Mount Septimus from a long time ago?”His expression and tone were so cryptic that he piqued the others’ interest. A girl immediately asked, “Which legend is that?”The rest of the people stopped walking as well and looked at him curiously. He cleared his tone and continued to speak in a mysterious manner, “It is said that there was a mass murder on Mount Septimus in the past, and many people were killed. Many lost souls will reveal themselves at midnight, and this phenomenon repeats itself day upon day. It has never stopped since the past few decades!”“F*ck.” Someone flipped him the bird in contempt immediately and said, “Enough with the b*llsh*t. Why are you still trying to prank others with your superstitious beliefs in this era, huh?”The rest of the people l