"Fucking trash—ALL OF YOU!"
The leader’s voice cracked through the air like a splitting earthquake, golden energy crackling around him.
A nearby pillar exploded into dust, the sheer force of his fury distorting the air itself.
His golden eyes burned with a madness that sent chills down spines.
"You let him escape?! Are your brains filled with shit, or do you simply have a death wish?"
Hearing the leader’s blaming words, an apologetic look appeared on Andrew’s face. He imdiately hung his head low in sha.
Contrary to his outward display, Andrew was cursing the Flowing Swamp organization’s nine generations to death.
’Is this bastard’s brain made of shit? How did he expect to stop that fucking abomination of a being?’
Andrew’s heart pounded so fast it felt like it would burst.
’if I had stepped forward, I wouldn’t be standing here—I’d be a pile of smoldering ashes!’
Cold sweat dripped down his spine as the mory of those abyssal laser eyes flashed in his mind. He clenched his fists, forcing his legs to stay still.
Calm down. Breathe. Think. But deep down, he knew—he had to get out of this organization, or one day, he’d be the next pile of ashes.
Thinking up to this point, a chill ran down his spine.
"Fucking useless pieces of shit." The Flowing Swamp organization leader venomously spat and turned his gaze upward to look towards the sky.
"If you thought you could escape death by flying away, just wait. I will let you know why there’s no escaping your inevitable end."
The Flowing Swamp organization leader muttered with a sinister glint in his eyes.
Threads of blue-golden colored mana erged from within the gaping wounds blasted by Dawn. These threads seed to have minds of their own as they automatically knitted themselves together over the wound, stopping the blood from leaking outward.
Suddenly the threads tightened, automatically sealing the wound completely. The leader winced.
"Damn, a Gold grade healing pallet has gone to waste because of this lowly bastard."
"I have to think of so ways to get my hands on another pallet."
The leader had prepared this healing pallet to use while fighting the Gold rank monster, but who could have thought...?
Suddenly the leader’s ears twitched; his fight with Dawn had created quite a commotion, attracting the eyes of all the Awakeners.
A small crowd had already gathered so distance away.
Murmurs spread like wildfire.
"That bastard finally got what he deserved!"
soone muttered, barely above a whisper.
"The Red Caped-Demon... is he really our hero?" another asked, hesitant yet hopeful.
Yet, even as whispers of admiration spread, no one dared to speak too loudly—fear of the Flowing Swamp leader still lingered in their bones.
With how good a Gold ranker senses were how could the discussion escape him, Hearing all the discussion around him, the leader’s cold face cracked and an almost mad grin appeared on his face.
"You suppressed people, what a fucking joke..."
Although the leader hated Dawn for his guts, he loathed the people calling themselves suppressed even more.
These people weren’t suppressed by accident, but they were suppressed because they deserved it.
If all of these exploited people united and challenged their rule, how could he exploit them?
It was these people who themselves were responsible for their own situation.
The leader hated these fucking hypocrites with all his might.
Thinking up to this point, a bone-chilling look appeared in his eyes.
After a brief pause, He burst into a maddening laugh.
"Hahahaaa...."
"Very well, Red Caped-Demon. You can escape from , but how will you escape the poison present in people’s hearts?"
Andrew watched this scene with a strange look in his eyes. As if this scene was the only thing he needed to watch to strengthen his resolve.
"Fuck, I am leaving this shithole at the first chance that I get."
In the next mont, the leader stopped laughing and ignored the Awakeners surrounding him.
To him, these people were nothing more than a bunch of clowns, a bunch of playthings existing solely for his entertainnt.
He couldn’t waste his ti thinking about these people.
Imdiately after the Leader left, Awakeners didn’t know who started it, but loud cheers erupted praising Red Caped-Demon.
So even claid Dawn was the angel sent by god to cleanse the world of filthy people.
Others imdiately nodded at the words solemnly.
.....
"It’s over just like this."
Mira Silverfire finally sighed when she saw the leader’s figure disappearing.
After which she turned her head to look towards her friend’s face, and the relieved look from her eyes imdiately disappeared.
For the first ti after a long while, the cold look had disappeared from Jasmine’s indifferent and cold eyes, replaced by an extrely solemn look.
Jasmine could feel a large chaotic storm brewing.
In the next mont, Jasmine’s eyes shook and a thought popped into her head.
"Let see how you will deal with this..."
.....
Kane’s shoulders relaxed visibly; he sighed out loud.
"I never thought the Red Caped-Demon would successfully be able to escape."
After hearing his words, Mrs. Jenkins imdiately giggled, her large bosom heaving up and down.
"Too.... naive...!"
"Successfully escape, you say? Young man, you are still too young. Red Caped-Demon’s trouble has just begun."
After saying this, she gently patted Kane’s head and ruffled his hair.
Kane looked at her with stunned expressions; Mrs. Jenkins mature bodily scebt a mix of rose and lavender assaulted his nose...he couldn’t stop himself from imdiately sighing....there was sothing wrong with this woman’s head..!
....
Cold wind howled like a seething banshee; occasionally lightning would also flash as if so demon god was gazing at the land below.
Amidst this chaotic environnt, Dawn indifferently stood proudly in mid-air. The surging anger and bloodthirstiness that threatened to consu him had disappeared like a puff of smoke on a windy day.
His damaged suit was slowly healing up, the very fabric making it seem to co to life as it slowly regenerated itself. Bit by bit, tiny runes erged and nded the damaged area.
Dawn’s wounds had also mostly healed, leaving nothing but a few almost unnoticeable scars behind.
However, his attention wasn’t on himself. Dawn’s serene ocean-blue eyes looked at the distant horizon with a hint of solemnity.
Beyond the horizon, the abyss stirred.
A churning, writhing mass of shadows devoured the sky, creeping forward like the open maw of an ancient beast.
A deep, unholy hum vibrated through the air, as if the world itself was whispering in agony.
Dawn’s breath stagnated. Even from thousands of feet above, he could feel it—a presence beyond comprehension.
A thought automatically erged in his head..
When you gaze at the Abyss...the abyss gazes back at you!!
With just one look, he imdiately turned his gaze away, as a terrifying pressure seed to envelop his soul, making it difficult for him to keep looking.
Greatly shaken, he turned his gaze to look at the tiny settlent, the only sign of life below his feet.
From thousands of feet above, the Poisonous Swamp station looked nothing more than a grain of sand surrounded by a Ocean darkness from all sides.
Slowly but steadily, the darkness seed to slowly erode and consu the station.
....?
If it continued like this, the fate of the station wasn’t difficult to imagine.
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