"There's nothing for me to say. Everything that needs to be said has already been said, so I will reserve my snide and scathing remarks for next time." Ruger replied lazily."Alright, don't bother me anymore. I want to rest... oh right, don't die!" with those words, Ruger fell silent and no longer spoke."Humph!" Constantine snorted."You're suddenly no fun anymore. I was expecting a little more from you than that. Are you really not gonna say anything?"Seeing as Ruger did not respond, Constantine no longer bothered him. Instead, he focused on regulating his breathing so that he could recover faster.There were a lot of exercises in Ruger's memories that Constantine had access to. These exercises could not only help Constantine recover his energy quicker, but they could also help him contain his energy in his body so it wouldn't leak out and expose his location. Right now this was what Constantine needed the most to tide through his current period of weakness.Just like that, seconds
Constantine didn't stay long in that place. After roughly checking for any traces of the soldiers and not finding any, he quickly moved on.Constantine raised his head to the sky as he extended his senses outward to feel the magnetic fields in the air. With his own magnetic field amplifying his senses, Constantine managed to discover traces of the soldier's residual magnetic wave emissions.These traces had almost been completely wiped away due to the long time that had passed. Thankfully, they were not completely gone, so Constantine could still track the soldiers down. Having gotten a direction, Constantine picked himself up and set off.It was another long and bothersome trek for Constantine. there did not seem to be a concept of night and day in this world. Ever since Constantine had woken up here, the sun had always been high up in the sky, with no indications of it ever setting. It was like high noon every single hour of the day. This made it hard for Constantine to tell how lon
The more dooms Constantine met, the closer he was to his destination and the more cautious he became. Right now Constantine's progress was as slow as a snail's crawl. Before he could advance forward, he would have to spend minutes, and sometimes even hours, hiding from herds of dooms passing by.Most of the dooms that Constantine encountered were weak dooms that were only one meter or two meters tall. These two variants of dooms were the most populous in the entire world, as they could be found everywhere. They were mostly gathered in herds, but many lone dooms like this could be found everywhere too.The ultimate outcome for a one-meter or two-meter tall doom that was on their own was to either become food for other dooms or be assimilated into a herd.To be honest, these dooms were a tragic race. They were a race that was born from a world whose limit of energy was fixed without many ways to increase it and they were heavily reliant on this world. The dooms had to share the limited
Constantine was currently buried under a dune as he hid from the countless dooms in the area. With his head poking outside just slightly so that he could observe his surroundings, Constantine monitored the movement of the dooms lest he unknowingly be crushed underfoot.There were many dooms passing by Constantine's hideout, with most of them just standing in place and staring into the distance.From the perspective of a race, these dooms could be considered a low-level race. Compared to the more complex humans that possess a wide range of complicated and unpredictable emotions and thoughts, dooms were simple creatures that possessed only the most basic instinct for survival.They were akin to lions of the plains... creatures that possess no form of desire other than what their instincts dictate.For the first time, Constantine was witnessing dooms of all sizes gathered together in the same place without any conflict arising. There were none of the mad scrambles to devour the origins o
"Captain, how long are we going to wait? We are being overwhelmed here. There are just too many dooms and if we don't close the rift soon, we might not be able to hold this place anymore. We have to retreat and destroy the rift so these dooms will not be able to cross over to earth!"In front of the dark and looming hole in space, facing off against the constant harassment of the dooms as they attempted to invade earth, there was a squadron of soldiers desperately trying to prevent the dooms from succeeding.The leader of this squadron was none other than the captain of the previous soldiers that Constantine had saved.After being saved by Constantine, the captain had taken his squadron and retreated to the rift they had used to enter the doom world. There they had regrouped with another squad of soldiers tasked with guarding the rift.Usually, during operations to venture into the doom world, there would be multiple teams of soldiers sent into the doom world to carry out various task
"Captain, the dooms are putting too much pressure on the defense and we are slowly being pushed back." A soldier reported to the captain of the team Constantine saved."We won't be able to hold on for much longer captain... we need to retreat."The captain in question was frowning, deep in thought. To be honest, he too knew that their situation was not optimistic. It had been a very long time since they had returned, but still, Constantine had not arrived yet. Even the captain dint hold on too much hope that he would arrive now after all this time.But the captain was very reluctant to leave now. It was not because he didn't want to fail his mission. But because he would feel terrible if he were to leave now after Constantine had saved them. The irony of the situation where he had been saved by the person he was meant to save caused the captain to feel ashamed.Now the captain regretted that he had not informed Constantine about who he was and their goal for being there, nor had he le
If the ten-meter tall dooms were the top combat power of the doom world, then the twenty-meter tall doom could be considered the ceiling of power in the entire world. It was unknown if there were any dooms more powerful than the twenty-meter tall doom. But at this point, that wasn't any of Earth's concern.They had yet to handle the trouble of the ten-meter-tall dooms. If humans knew of the existence of an even more powerful doom, they might fall into despair and give up all hope of resistance.Of course, it is still yet to be seen how Earth would handle such a threat.In any case, the twenty-meter-tall doom was usually in hibernation throughout the years. Hence why it had yet to be discovered by earth all this time. But something had woken the twenty-meter-tall doom from its slumber.That thing was Constantine... or more accurately, Ruger!When Ruger had first arrived at the doom world, he had done so using a special technique to track Vader and locate him. It was like throwing an an
The soldier who question the captain was confused, and rightfully so. To him, he didn't know about Constantine and what he was capable of. This soldier was not among the ones that had ventured deeper into the doom world in search of Constantine, so he hadn't encountered him and witnessed his powers.This soldier was the second in common in this operation. During the operation, he had stayed behind to guard the spatial rift with a team of soldiers in order to prevent the dooms from invading earth through it. That is why he didn't know about Constantine.To the soldier, Constantine was nothing more than a helpless boy who had accidentally fallen through a spatial rift into the otherworld. Especially after learning that Constantine had just woken up from a year-long coma before this immediately happened, the soldiers could not help but find him to be very pitiful.But in no way did the soldier associate Constantine with a powerful meta-human, as his captain had described to him.By all a