Lucas stared out at the emptiness of the desert that stretched out before him, the silence pierced only by the sound of his own footsteps. He paused for a moment, staring at an unusual object in the distance—a ruin that looked alien amidst the silence.The ability to sense souls had led him to this place because Lucas had detected the presence of millions of souls below. Something was decidedly odd here."What is this world again?" he muttered, as his footsteps crunched on the soft sand.However, the result of his stomp was unusual, with sand shooting up into the air like an explosion, clearing the thick sand pile around it.Suddenly, a hole formed beneath him, revealing an entrance into the ancient ruins.Without hesitation, Lucas stepped inside, walking through the dark passages that held the mysteries of ages past. His eyes, adept at seeing in the darkness, scanned a place that had probably been untouched for tens of thousands of years.Lucas halted, sensing something extraordinary
Moncik stood tall, his imposing figure cast in shadow by the black mask that concealed his face entirely, save for the glint of his eyes piercing the darkness. Beside him, two figures, one male and the other female, known by their codenames Blue Rat and White Rat, shared the space. Tension radiated from them, a palpable force in the air as they adjusted to the surge of energy they had just received from Moncik. This energy infusion marked their entry into a new echelon of power.Moncik, who had ascended to the fearsome pinnacle of cultivation known as the "True God" realm, exhibited a rare smile. He had just imparted a portion of his formidable power to his subordinates, signifying their promotion. "Blue Rat, White Rat," he announced in a voice both heavy and calm, "you have now ascended to the realm of the Domain Master.""Thank you, boss," they responded in unison, their loyalty to Moncik unwavering. He was not just their leader but the revered head of the Hell Rat assassins, a grou
Lucas approached the ruins with steady steps, his eyes intently focused on the figure known as the White Rat. The woman, positioned amidst the rubble, appeared cautious of Lucas. Given their history, where she had narrowly escaped death in a previous confrontation with him, her wariness was justified."Lucas... finally..." she began, but her words trailed off unfinished.In a swift motion, Lucas seized the White Rat's arm, catching her off guard. It was already too late for her to evade; she hadn't anticipated Lucas's remarkable speed.Her surprise was evident, not just from the sudden grasp but also because her other arm, freshly severed by Lucas's earlier attack, was still bleeding."Damn it! What are you doing?" the White Rat exclaimed, panic lacing her voice."That should be my question," Lucas retorted, his tone icy, indicating no interest in a dialogue with the woman known as the White Rat. With a powerful thrust, he flung the White Rat into the air. She sailed across the sky, h
In a secluded valley, the air was filled with the sounds of buzzing and explosions. Amidst this chaos, the Blue Rat moved with agility, telling himself, "I must hurry!" as he observed the ground beneath him disintegrating. With a remarkable leap, he escaped just as the ground where he had been standing collapsed.Lucas, poised and serene, lifted his hands towards the heavens. With a calm yet forceful tone, he invoked, "Heavenly Thunder." The sky responded instantly, unleashing a torrent of lightning aimed at the Blue Rat.This battle was intensely fierce. Lucas appeared to wield boundless power, fresh from a confrontation with a woman known as the White Rat, and now engaged in combat with a man bearing the title of Blue Rat."I hope you don't perish too swiftly," Lucas declared with a snort, his enmity towards this cabal of assassins deep and unyielding.The Blue Rat, gasping for air, evaded each assault. "This is impossible," he whispered, narrowly avoiding another lightning strike t
In the midst of the silent battlefield, Moncik and Lucas stood face to face, with the few steps between them feeling as though they spanned thousands of kilometers. The air around them vibrated, laden with a tension so thick it was almost tangible. "You, how many people have you killed?" Lucas asked, his expression one of anger. Despite his wariness, he was acutely aware that the man before him was unlike any adversary he had faced before. "Hmm, I've lost count. But the last one claimed to be the Heavenly Demon," Moncik responded, his tone seemingly designed to pique Lucas's interest. Lucas was taken aback. How could he not be? The Heavenly Demon was the same man who had previously fought to a draw with Lucas. Lucas had been convinced that the Heavenly Demon was lurking somewhere nearby, and now, the man in front of him claimed to have killed the Heavenly Demon. In that moment, everything clicked for Lucas; all the pieces fell into place, leading him to one inevitable conclusion.
Lucas looked around, his eyes adapting to the darkness that enveloped the room. Beneath his feet, skulls were scattered about, making a crunching sound every time he took a step. The cold air touched his skin, enhancing the already eerie atmosphere.Despite the room seeming sealed, there was an inexplicable current of air.A mysterious man, his head wrapped in a black bandage, stood imposingly before him. Faint light from an unseen source cast their silhouettes against the walls, which were adorned with ancient symbols."Lucas," the man's voice resonated, heavy and echoing off the stone walls. "You have failed in your mission to save our world."Lucas recognized the man as Moncik, the one who had bestowed upon him the power of the "mist technique," a unique ability Lucas had integrated with his other powers."Why is he so powerful?" Lucas pondered, bewildered by Moncik's strength, the leader of the Hell's Tiksu assassins.The man sighed, his tone calm yet authoritative. "Your obsessio
The sky was still dark when Lucas stood outside, his breath visible in the chilly morning air. He had just been forcibly ejected, the loud bang of Luna's gate closing behind him still echoing in his ears, a consequence of last night's debacle.This felt like déjà vu, yet Lucas was acutely aware that he had successfully re-entered the flow of time, seizing the opportunity to start anew.Suddenly, Lucas's expression shifted from calm to one of realization as he noticed a profound change within himself. His normally jet-black hair had transformed, now turning white with the tips glowing a faint gray—a clear indication that he had achieved something remarkable: he had traveled back in time."I'm back..." he whispered to himself, his gaze fixed on the gate that had just spurned him.Determined, Lucas approached and knocked on the gate gently yet firmly. "Open up, it's me, Lucas," he announced, adopting a different strategy this time.Lucas was resolved; his plan was to eliminate any threat
Lucas stepped into the White Swan Pavilion with a confident stride, determined to resolve the lingering threats that loomed over them. His urgency stemmed from a stark realization: the world had teetered on the brink of destruction twice before, and Lucas, having failed to protect it on both occasions, was adamant about preventing a third catastrophe.As Lucas surveyed his surroundings, his heightened consciousness allowed him to perceive beyond the ordinary; he could even see through walls, searching for his quarry. In a private room, he found Lorrick of the Ironfist family, indulging in luxury, surrounded by opulent beverages and entertainers. Lucas paused momentarily outside, observing Lorrick with a faint smile."Lorrick, you will face your end once more," Lucas murmured softly, his movement swift and silent as the breeze. His mastery in cultivation had elevated him beyond mortal confines, enabling him to effortlessly approach the private room's entrance.Without a moment's delay,