Invisibility peeled off the woman’s form like dried flakes of paint off a wall. She leaned down to get a closer look at Arome, cursing softly as she did so. Since she was on a job she could not wear glasses. Nothing screams human sacrificing cultists, like a pair of prescription lenses. She shook her head, throwing her dark locks out of her eyes. Just in time for Arome to jump right up and sock her in the jaw.*Crack!*“Ahh! Son of a bit-““I dare you to finish that sentence.” Arome glared at the cultist as he scrambled back up to his feet and took a couple of steps away from her. He was out in the stairwell now and only had one direction to go; up. The cultist in front of him was blocking the path down, and consider he just punched her in the face, using all of his strength, only to get a broken hand in return. This told him he was definitely up against someone he could not match physically. He had thought she was a demon, but it turned out she was human, with superhuman durability

Arome was happy to answer that question for her as he sprang up suddenly, grabbing a hold of the female cultist’s leg. He pulled, tripping the woman as she tipped to the side and smashed her head into the side of the railing besides her. A loud clang rang out as she crumpled to the ground, but Arome was already on the move.Five opponents meant he had to move swiftly, he might even have to die once or twice just to be able to deal with them all. But he was already off to a good start, with one of them down, and the rest of them still shocked by the fact a dead body has just risen, Arome knew he had the initiative, and he pushed it.He barreled into the chest of another cultist, the hunting knife in his hand stabbing forwards over and over again, even as the cultist screamed in pain. Arome pushed hi backwards, the knife still leaving holes in the cultist’s body as Arome’s hand became slick with the blood of his opponent. They hit the wall, and the next stage went

He roared, rushing forwards. The two cultists that had been standing in front of him while Tarak punched a hole through his chest were shocked to see him. However, with Tarak here they did not think they had much to worry about. Well…at least until Arome whipped out the revolver he had painstakingly kept hidden through all of his ordeals, after defeating the female cultist with super strength and durability. The shock at seeing a barrel pointed in their direction could not be compared to what came next as Arome decided to use the skill he had gained from his system. It was instinctive for him, almost as if it was something he always knew how to do.While he was not sure if it would work for a revolver, Arome was left with no choice but to try. His life was already in severe danger, and he needed an advantage over the Tarak guy, or all he would be able to do was to keep dying for him, over and over again. But in order to do th

A revolver with a power comparable to a sniper. A cultist's head burst apart, the screams of his partner forcing the rest of them to move into action. But Arome fired again, feeling an intense drain as he used . The final shot blasted a hole through the chest of one of the cultists about to open fire on the approaching workers. That was enough to get all of them to turn, including the hounds in his direction. They opened fire, even as Arome kept running forwards, feeling the hail of bullets pelting his body, until one took him in the eye, sending his dead body crashing to the ground. His blood-covered body slid across the tiles until he came to a stop in front of the cultists. The hounds had moved against the workers.A cacophony of shots later and three more people were dead. A woman and two men, the rest of the workers were cowed by this loss, as the hounds surrounded them. They huddled together, screams and cries of shock and pain filled the air as the Cultists tried to get things

Arome scoffed, as the brother and sister shifted their gaze to the intercom, relief visible in their eyes. If they were surprised by the fact she had just called him your highness, they did not show it. A chorus of Boss and Mrs. Boyce filled the area, which prompted Arome to even take a look at the 350th floor.It looked as if they had knocked down all the walls, and created multiple workstations. There were massive tubes and pods all over the place, a massive central console, and a lineup of mannequins. Some of them had half-completed superhero suits on them, others were empty. Some looked complete, but you could never tell. It was a rather colorful ensemble, but noticing a lack of black or white made Arome frown. They were minimalist colors and his favorites, followed by blue for reasons he has never been able to figure out all his life…for some reason, whenever he thought of death, the color blue popped up.“Bert and Bertha, I am happy to see that you are okay. " I was worried that