So what the hell was he supposed to say? "I think you scream out yes or something." He ultimately shrugged his shoulders as he suggested. Esther nodded at his words and inquired back. "Like this? Yes." She said the last word a bit loud, with conviction and determination. Woosh~ And along those words, bright light bloomed around her body that sorounded them. David was caught off guard and hurriedly covered his eyes in shock. Moments later, the bright light receded and Esther was nowhere to be seen. "..." David was now more than just speechless. He stared at the location Esther used to be at, and immediately clicked his tongue. "Oh shit. Yes." He also said the same word, with conviction and determination as well. He was chasing after his wife, hoping that they would be going to the same place as his son said. But he doubted it. For he remembered his son's words, "You should accept it to
He sidestepped the sneak attack and was about to pull back, when a powerful fist smashed towards him. Fortunately, his fast reflects kicked in, causing him to block the incoming fist with his arm. But the brutally damaged hand of the demon still landed on him, and sent him sliding back across the floor, a few meters away. Luckily for him, Damien managed to keep his body stable and did not fall over even as the momentum pushed him back. He was as sturdy as a mountain against the wind. 'Superhuman Strength alright. It's ability is not for show.' He thought as he stood up and adjusted his posture. The daring smile still on his lips. "..." Juliette, who had her heart stuck at her throat in fright, finally breathed in a sigh of relief. She once again realized she was still weak. She could not even follow their attack patten at all. Meanwhile, Damien checked his arm and saw that even with Superhuman Strength, the demon could not
*** Juliette Silver *** I could not believe what I was laying my eyes upon. It was just unbelievable. My big brother Damien, my idol, my superhero... Happens to not be so heroical. It's hard to believe, yet not impossible. We grew up under gore. And the young men grew up fighting at the young early age of seven or nine years old. They grow up under bloody circumstances. Their views would of course be twisted. Especially so, when some of them are taught to be nothing but war machines that only know how to fight for their race. Damien Gray, being one of the most perfect specimen of that subject. So big brother being like this, is not much of a surprise? Yes, it is not. I, myself, was just caught off guard. Just a bit. That was all. I just could not believe that my idol, happens to be completely different to what I always dreamed about. I felt betrayed. But... once again, I und
Meanwhile, Damien was wondering how Juliette from back then managed to defeat her opponent. This trial was fair, hence Juliette's trial should be human friendly. So, what the f*ck was that?! Damien thought to himself. From what he could guess, that thing was a spirit. Thus it had physical damage immunity, and could dish out long range attacks. To sum, them as humans, were weak and invulnerable against it. Now, how did Juliette, who was fragile, pass such a trial back then? How did she pass such difficulty by herself? Damien thought and thought, and it did not take long for him to come to a conclusion. Wits. She must have outsmarted the spirit, and using something against it. But what? He thought while scouting the environment with his eyes. Yes. The terrain. As for why he was so sure that she was at the same environment as this one, he was not. He was just betting on it himself. And since he came to a co
It did not believe that Damien would stay behind the same rock after being given so much free time. It was completely on guard. It surveyed the environment. Yet could not find even a single area where it could pin point where Damien was. Nor where Juiette was. The spirit saw her as harmless, yet not stupid. It knew that she was also given so much free time. Hence why it riled up two fireballs within each palm of its hands. While doing nothing but surveying the environment with full focus. Pity... what the spirit failed to take into consideration, was the dying body of the demon that it had unintentionally rescued. It was missing. It's focus was more on Damien. And Juliette in second place. While the demon? It did not even care about its life, let alone its corpse. Unfortunately for it, the demon was a crucial part of Damien's current plan. And the very reason why the spirit would lose its life right abou
*** Narrative *** Right after Damien threw the rock away, which was to act as a decoy, he ran. He ran as fast, and as silently as he could. Unleashing all of his potential, crossing tens of meters every second. Thus the few seconds the spirit was distracted, he covered over a hundred meters, and arrived behind it. It was also the time the spirit began surveying the soroundings. But he did make sure to pick up the demon that he had left alive, or was forced to let live. He was now hiding with it behind a large triangular boulder. And he did not waste much time. Using his bare hands, knowing that Juliette was not watching, he dug his fingers into the demon's oval head. His monster grip easily tore through its flesh, and he ripped it apart. His hands were covered in green blood, and it was gushing out of the demon's head in tides. But he cared not for it. It's life was completely drained out of it
Smiled? The spirit paused. "..." It then suddenly stopped laughing and slightly frowned. Death was right at their doorstep, yet the prey was laughing? Had they gone crazy? Or... was it tricked again? It thought, and slowly turned to look at the red glinted object within its hands. Once identified, it was struck with stupor and confusion. And most importantly, realization. It's gaze became blank. Time seemed to have stopped flowing. "..." The spirit recognized the object. It was a demon's core. A source of energy. A pure source of condensed energy that was sensitive to external stimuli. In simple terms, easily combustible. And as a demon core, it was more sensitive to fire and heat, and the likes. And the spirit was of a pure fire attribute. It was located within a lake of lava. "..." The more it thought about this, the more it resigned to its fate. Not even a secon
As expected. It was pitiful. Not as magnificent as he last saw it, but he was not complaining. This was still the beginning after all. His strength was 6,6. It had to be known, 0,1 was the average number here. And even then, that represented half a ton of strength. Crazy. Modern humans had below average strength for this world, but second and third generational humans surpassed the norm. The former had a ton of strength, thus 0,2 points on strength initially. And the latter had ten tons of strength, hence 2,0 points on strength. Qualitative difference between the two. Then there was Damien, who could lift up an oak tree with his bare strength alone. Of course, even he found that a tiny bit difficult, but not impossible. He had the strength worth almost thirty five tons. Approximately thirty three tons of strength. Which was 6,6 points on strength. With the 50% added effects, his strength became almost fifty tons.