CLEAVER OF SIN Novel Chapter 83: Serial Killer

Chapter 83: Serial Killer

Within the decimated forest, Asher stood calmly, his breath steady. His hair danced to the wind of his own apocalypse. His eyes were on the sun rising on the horizon as he just stood there, as if still digesting everything he had just gone through within the past six hours and thirty minutes.

He had never imagined his life would suddenly beco sothing like this, going to sleep and waking up in another world for no reason at all.

Then training for six months for the so-called True Awakening, which he knew nothing about, only to be thrown into a forest at exactly 00:00 and told to survive without even a single bit of support.

He had gone through the True Awakening in nothing but his pajamas, which were now torn to pieces. No armor of any type, just a thin cloth even the weakest fire in existence could burn through with ease.

Asher sighed, his eyes glancing down alongside Virelass, who was now in his hand, humming in utter satisfaction, as though she welcod the madness with open arms.

"I never knew you were this crazy, Virelass," Asher spoke aloud, and the rapier humd once more. Asher simply smiled and shook his head in response.

Although he said that, Asher could feel his entire body rejoicing from the battle, as though every single blood cell, bone, flesh, and vein had experienced it firsthand. He couldn’t deny it, at the beginning, he just wanted to survive, and if he couldn’t, he would return to his room and pass it through that thod.

But when he switched thods and engaged the assassins without running, he had loved every single mont of it.

Asher rembered his grin as he fought, as though he was a maniac who lived for the chaos. He rembered taking their lives, the feeling of his hands tearing through flesh like they were nothing. The sensation of life vanishing due to his blade, it was still fresh in his mory, he could rember the entire sensation vividly.

He, just a normal boy six months ago, now killed like a psychopath, using his bare hands to tear through a chest and even pulling out a heart and crushing it with just a clench of his fist. The brutality that once would have made him flinch was now a casual mory.

The kill count for this night alone was almost a hundred. Even most serial killers in his past life only touched that range of numbers after almost or over a decade of serial killing. But he had reached it in a single night.

Yet, he felt nothing, neither physically or psychologically. Although he had felt sothing earlier during Ryan’s case, since then, he had adjusted and adapted. He knew it was only a matter of ti until lives fell to his blade. After all, Crymora wasn’t a world that showed kindness to rcy.

Although all these thoughts circled in his mind, they remained just that, thoughts. He wasn’t going through any existential crisis. He wouldn’t hesitate to move for the kill if another assassin stepped out again.

He was simply going through the difference between his two lives, a difference so great that even the distance between heaven and earth couldn’t compare.

’Would Jennifer love

if I was a serial killer in my forr world? Or would she turn

in to the police?’ Asher thought with a soft chuckle.

Then he shook his head as he decided to forget about such thoughts entirely, dismissing them as pointless distractions.

His mind shifted to his brain, the way it had functioned during the past six hours. It was a way Asher had never thought possible. His careful planning and execution, his ability to think ahead and predict his opponents’ thought processes, it all felt like second nature in the heat of combat.

Right from his orphanage days, Asher knew he was extrely intelligent. He didn’t even need to try to read or study. It ca effortlessly; he didn’t have to put in a single ounce of effort when it ca to academics, which was what helped him maintain a 5.0 CGPA in his university days, and that was without even trying.

Asher had watched a lot of ani about intelligent characters with a knack for planning and scheming. He had tried doing this once in a while since he believed he had the sa level of intelligence, but he failed horribly at it. His mind would go blank, as though he couldn’t plan or sche anything of worth.

But here, in Crymora, his mind worked like a supercomputer. He thought, he planned, he executed, and it had all worked without any form of hiccup. Even Hillary, who had planned ahead and sent him into a trap, still failed at his own strategy, all because of Asher’s brain and his adaptability.

’Was my brain also enhanced when my body was reford during the rge with the Absolute Physique?’ Asher wondered curiously.

But he didn’t feel any more intelligent. He just simply had a natural knack for planning and scheming now. Still, Asher had no thoughts of becoming a scher, it wasn’t his way. If he could wipe out his opponent with his rapier, why waste ti thinking?

He would only plan and execute in matters like the True Awakening that forced him into a binding spot. Outside that: no brains, just straight hands.

His eyes scanned the battlefield as he took it all in. He and Hillary had destroyed many things, trees, grass, boulders. Everything had been laid to waste. Trenches torn open by rapier attacks, stretching over a hundred ters, could be seen almost everywhere. The ground beneath his feet was hot, molten, nearly turning to lava from the sheer intensity of the combat.

Kiloters swallowed in their conquest of death. But outside their destruction, the rest of the forest stood untouched, as only smoke and shockwaves reached them, silent witnesses to the massacre.

As Asher took in his surroundings, the system finally ca.

[Ding]

[Host, it’s 6:30 a.m]

As the system notified, reminding him of the alarm he had set earlier, Asher’s form vanished before he could even speak a word.