Using the blood essence of the red giant Gorath, Darius’s injuries began to knit together with unnatural speed.
The torn edges of his flesh sealed seamlessly, leaving behind no scars. Splintered crystalline bones—once ground nearly to powder—reford and hardened, regaining their forr strength. Muscles thickened, vitality surged, and before long, the battered warrior stood tall once more, his skin gleaming as though it had never known a wound.
If Ricky hadn’t seen the savage beating with his own eyes, he might have doubted it had ever happened at all. The transformation was that absolute, that impossible.
And Ricky wasn’t the only one staring in disbelief.
Darius’s own astonishnt was a mirror to Ricky’s, but layered with sothing more dangerous. The way he now looked at the twenty-foot-tall giant had shifted—there was a glimr in his eyes that was not born of gratitude. It was sharp, hungry... a strange thread of greed woven into the righteous light that usually defined him.
Darius had always been the sort of man whose moral compass did not sway easily. Wealth, power, rare treasures—none of it could tempt him under normal circumstances.
But now...
Now he understood.
He understood why so people would kill for what another possessed.
Why a man might risk damnation for a single taste of sothing beyond his reach.
Gorath’s blood essence had not rely healed him—it had strengthened him. The surge in his spiritual power was undeniable, the kind of advancent that should have taken him years of relentless training to achieve. Instead, it had been gifted to him in re minutes, unearned yet intoxicating.
The whispers in his mind were quiet at first—faint, like a devil testing its voice—yet they quickly swelled, curling around his thoughts in a suffocating spiral.
Take it. Take all of it.
If he just acted now—if he tore the giant apart, drank every last drop of that miraculous essence—he could rise beyond his current limits in a single leap.
It took every shred of willpower he possessed to force those thoughts back into the shadows.
But Darius did not bother to hide that greedy flicker in his gaze.
And Gorath saw it.
The giant’s crimson eyes narrowed, reading Darius’s face as easily as one might read a crude inscription carved into stone. A shadow crossed his expression—first disgust, sharp and cutting, then the slow burn of anger, deep and simring.
The air between them thickened.
Ever since his birth, Gorath had known only reverence. From the mont he first opened his eyes, people had bowed their heads in awe, their gazes filled with blind devotion. He had been an object of worship—untouchable, unchallenged, exalted.
And now...
A re human dared to look at him with such naked malice.
The insult burrowed into his pride like a rusted blade.
I am going to kill you.
The thought wasn’t shouted—it was cold, absolute, and final.
Before it could even fade, Gorath moved. His massive form shifted with a speed that defied his size, and in an instant, a colossal shadow swallowed Darius whole. The sheer weight of it pressed down on him like a mountain preparing to fall.
Darius did not flinch. There was no guilt in his eyes, no sha in his stance. The giant’s sacrifice ant nothing to him—not when it ca from a foreign race.
Healing or not, they were not kin. They were not allies. And he owed Gorath nothing.
Without hesitation, Darius drew his fist back. Though his body was dwarfed by the flaming titan before him, he moved with the absolute confidence of a man who knew his strength.
Darius was no ordinary warrior—he was one of the strongest body practitioners in the Eldors Kingdom. Few could match him in raw physical power. And now, with his ancestral bloodline awakened, those few might no longer even be worth ntioning.
Sizzle!
The air ignited as though soone had hurled oil onto a roaring fire. Scorching heat burst outward in every direction, a wave of molten fury thousands of degrees hotter than any natural fla.
With the two of them as the epicenter, a ring of devastation erupted outward. Trees that had stubbornly survived the earlier battle between Ricky and the monstrous spirit of resentnt now withered and crumbled in an instant, erased from the face of the earth.
Ash and cinders whirled upward into the blistering wind, carried far beyond the battlefield.
Neither combatant yielded an inch. Their auras flared—feral, unrestrained, and growing sharper by the second—each determined to crush the other without compromise.
Just as the tension reached its breaking point—two wills poised to erupt into unrestrained violence—a voice cut through the heat like a blade of ice.
"Stop."
It was only a single word. But it carried the kind of authority that made the world itself listen.
Both Darius and Gorath froze mid-motion, their killing intent halting as if seized by invisible chains. In the next breath, their bodies sagged, collapsing to the ground like wet parchnt left out in the rain—drained, subdued, their battle halted not by choice, but by command.
Ricky’s gaze swept over them, but there was no satisfaction in his eyes—only cool disinterest.
"Gentlen," he said, his tone flat, almost bored. "We don’t have ti for your little gas."
The words were not loud, yet they carried a weight that pressed into the air.
His eyes shifted to Darius, sharp and expectant. "I need an answer—why was such a strong creature inside my territory?"
Darius didn’t hesitate. He straightened, voice crisp and asured, as if reading from an invisible report:
"Replying to Venom Fang Overlord, the creature was born from the intense resentnt created when innocents were killed as collateral in the battle against the Undead Princess."
No wasted breath. No unnecessary detail. Just the facts.
Ricky’s expression didn’t change, but in his mind, the pieces were already aligning.
"Is there any more of these creatures hiding in here?" he asked.
Even as the question left his lips, his thoughts were already moving ahead of the answer.
Without waiting, his spiritual field flared outward, invisible yet imnse, stretching in every direction like a net of pure will. In less than a heartbeat, it spanned the Erald Green Kingdom in its entirety, brushing against every leaf, stone, and shadow.
The air grew still, as if the forest itself knew it was being watched.
Droplets of crimson blood drifted weightlessly in the air, catching the dim light like suspended rubies. In the midst of this quiet carnage, a young couple stood together, whispering in hushed tones—yet nothing escaped Ricky’s notice.
He had searched far and wide, his spiritual field combing through every inch of the forest. But after finding no trace of any other resentnt-born monsters capable of disturbing the Erald Green Kingdom’s fragile peace, Ricky finally withdrew his search. His focus shifted back to the two fools standing before him.
While Ricky had been busy scouring the land, they had both managed to recover sowhat. Their eyes now rested on him, each gaze laced with emotions too tangled to na.
Darius’s reaction was subdued, his face betraying only a guarded unease. Gorath, on the other hand, looked utterly shattered—like a man who had just watched the love of his life die before his very eyes. The devastation in the giant’s expression was raw, unmasked, and impossible to ignore.
Darius noticed. And though he didn’t understand why, sothing inside him shifted. The heavy despair gnawing at his heart lessened—just a little. He recalled an old saying from the Great Saint: To see another suffer the sa fate as oneself is to have one’s burden lightened.
Ricky, however, was indifferent to their inner turmoil. Without breaking stride, he continued walking. It had been one month since he had entered the inheritance space, and now that he was back, he intended to see for himself just how much had changed in that short span of ti.
"...What do you an the aura vanished?"
Felicia was still struggling to catch her breath when Forty-Two’s calm observation reached her ears. At once, a storm of possibilities flashed through her mind, each more troubling than the last.
Rosary’s reaction mirrored Felicia’s almost perfectly. After all, she too had witnessed with her own eyes just how ferocious a Stage Three Resentnt could be. Against such a monster, she doubted she could last even a single heartbeat. In that regard, she was in the sa sinking boat as Felicia.
anwhile, the expressions of the others grew solemn. They knew that although Forty-Two could be mischievous at tis, in a situation like this the little princess would never joke.
Feeling the weight of every gaze fixed upon her, Forty-Two imdiately elaborated on her discovery.
"The monster that forced Big Sister, Felicia, and Rosary to flee... it was indeed here. But just a mont ago, its aura suddenly vanished—as if it had suddenly..."
Her words trailed off. For a heartbeat, her eyes flickered with a strange, almost unnatural light. Then, with grave finality, she spoke the last word.
"...Killed!"skjdbf
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