"Arrggh!" Axel bent down, the pain searing through him like molten lava. His body shuddered as he puked another wave of blood onto the cold stone floor. Every pulse of his heart felt like a hamr striking his ribs. The attack had drained more from him than it had from his opponent, leaving him gasping, trembling. Experience tales at m v|l e'-
Axel raised his head, eyes burning with frustration, and caught sight of his hand. It hovered in the air, still suspended after the brutal punch he had delivered. His skin was charred, his knuckles cracked and bleeding, white smoke sizzling from the scorched flesh. His hand looked like it had been dipped in acid, burned beyond recognition.
**Deceased Touch.** It was a skill ant to kill, and it had worked—just not in the way Axel had intended. The backlash was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. His fingers twitched involuntarily, as if the very essence of the skill was fighting to consu him from the inside out.
His thoughts raced, panic bubbling beneath the surface. Why was this happening? Why now? He had used this ability countless tis, but never had it burned him like this.
There was no ti to think. No ti to recover.
From the debris of the shattered wall, Rowin erged, coughing up dust and blood. His once-formidable fra was hunched, broken, and trembling. His legs gave out as he collapsed onto the ground, leaning against the remains of the wall that had barely survived their battle.
"I see," Rowin rasped, his voice low but edged with a dark amusent. His chest heaved with ragged breaths as he raised his hands to his face, his charred, skeletal fingers shaking. The skin was dark and flaking, almost turning to ash. "That hit... was ant to kill , wasn't it? How inhumane."
He dropped his hands to his sides, a twisted grin forming on his battered face as he chuckled softly. "Even with all my powers, I couldn't block it fully." He looked up at Axel, his eyes glowing with a mix of hatred and admiration. "You're a monster, Axel. Just like . Maybe you don't understand it yet, but you will... This world will turn its back on you, just like it did to .
Your friends? They'll detest you, loathe you for what you are. Mark my words."
"Shut up!" Axel snapped, wincing as he clutched his deford hand. His voice echoed in the dimly lit hall, vibrating with raw anger and sothing darker—sothing he didn't fully understand yet. He staggered towards the door, his body protesting every step as he limped away from the carnage they had created.
Every breath felt like it was tearing him apart. Rowin's words gnawed at the edges of his mind, but Axel refused to let them sink in. **I'm not like him. I'm not.**
Just as Axel reached the door, a thought slithered into his mind, cold and vicious. His head whipped around, and for a mont, the temperature in the room seed to drop. Bloodlust radiated from him, thick and suffocating.
"If you ever co near or my family again..." Axel's voice was deadly quiet, but his intent was unmistakable. "I'll show you a fate worse than death."
With that, Axel turned and left the beaten Rowin behind. His figure disappeared into the shadows, leaving nothing but the aftermath of their brutal battle in his wake.
But Rowin wasn't listening. His attention had been drawn elsewhere—to the dark voice that whispered in his mind, one that had been with him for years, but now, it was louder, more desperate.
"I told you... You are no better than , Rowin," the voice cooed, venomous and soothing all at once. "You're not stronger than what you are. It's ti... Accept it."
Rowin's face twisted with a mixture of pain and relief as the voice washed over him. He was tired—tired of fighting against it. All his life, the world had spat in his face, ridiculed him, turned him into sothing monstrous. But this voice... it had been the only constant, the only thing that had ever truly understood him.
"Thank you," Rowin whispered, his eyes glazed as he lost himself in a distant mory.
He rembered the woman in the bar, her words dripping with seduction and promise. She had told him what he really was, that he was special—like her. That they were both destined for sothing greater.
Her words rang in his ears: **"Let's bring this planet to its knees."**
Rowin grinned, his lips splitting open as a maniacal laugh escaped him. The sound echoed through the ruined hall, a symphony of madness that resonated with the voice inside.
"Yes," Rowin hissed, his voice barely human. "I'll kill them all. Every last one of them. They made this way—they made a hunter, they forced to kill my own wife!" His eyes burned with fury as he clenched his fists. "The human race is sickening... and I will wipe them out."
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**Knock! Knock!**
The sharp raps against the tallic door reverberated through the dimly lit corridor. The woman standing in front of it waited, a sly smile curling her lips. Today was different. Today, everything would change.
The door creaked open, revealing the hulking figure of the Fatek boss with his two grotesque heads. Both faces stared down at her, eyes gleaming with suspicion. His usual grim expression darkened further as he stepped out, towering over her with his oppressive, towering form.
He scanned the alleyway, his nostrils flaring as he searched for sothing familiar—his al. But there was nothing. No trembling human slave at her feet. Just her. And that mocking smile.
"Where's the human?" the Fatek boss growled, his deep voice rumbling like thunder. His two heads swiveled, locking onto her as he took another nacing step forward. "Where's the al?"
The woman let out a soft scoff, her confidence unwavering. "To be precise, my na is Mimiko," she said, her voice lilting, as though she were enjoying a private joke. "And there's no al today. The bar was empty. Besides," she tilted her head, that grin widening, "I don't do slavery anymore."
The Fatek boss roared, his foul breath washing over her as he stepped into the light. His hands twitched, ready to tear her apart. "What did you just say?"
Mimiko's smile never faltered. "We are no longer your slaves. The human worms you've controlled for so long? We've evolved. We've conquered human society—we've infiltrated their armies, their governnts, their hunters. And we can wipe you out if we choose to."
The Fatek boss blinked, taken aback. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. The human worms had been nothing but disposable tools, yet now... there was sothing different about them. An evolution that had spun out of control.
"Then why are you here?" His voice was softer now, more calculating. He didn't like surprises.
Mimiko chuckled. "This isn't a threat. It's an opportunity. We want a partnership. We want you to complete the perfect cell and take over Earth. We even have a volunteer for the serum—a hunter nad Rowin, who is on the verge of becoming an A-rank."
She turned on her heel, her footsteps echoing as she walked away, leaving the Fatek boss standing there, bewildered.
"Who... Who is your boss?" he called after her, his two voices trembling with uncertainty.
Mimiko paused, her back still turned. He couldn't see the grin spreading across her face, but he could feel it. The air around her seed to thrum with danger.
"My boss?" she whispered, the words dripping with malice.
"torion... The end of this world and the birth of a new age."
***Author's note***
Trying my best to make recovery while typing... I'll be posting 3 Chapters today. Please support .
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