'I have to end this quickly,' William made a strong resolve inwardly. He took a quick glance across the room, observing it: The once neat and properly decorated dining hall was in shambles, broken glasses layed on the ground, some of the furniture had been tossed aside by the strong wind and blast wave. The fragrant smell in the room has been replaced with the iron smell of fresh blood. Everything has become chaotic. Charles has fainted. Clarissa is only holding on to her consciousness at the moment. Even the lady storm, the strongest among them, looked scared and couldn't even stare into the eyes of her enemies. 'I am the only one standing who can fight, but what would help me?' William was in a panicky state, his mind was moving so fast, making different thoughts that he almost forgot he had the biggest assistance in the world. "That's right, my system," He muttered to himself and quickly called up the system. [[ Yes host ]] After the system responded, William proceeded to e
"Huh, you mean your last wish is to use one of your spells on me?" Dolano observed William weirdly."Yes," William nodded."You are a powerhouse who would not be affected by a mere Tier 1 spell, so please let me do this. If I do this, I can die with no regrets," he continued.Dolano looked at William and began laughing coldly.Clarissa was crying profusely. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was William, her beloved, really going to give up so quickly? Why was all this happening? Today was supposed to be a good day, a day to reunite with her brother and make up for lost time, but now, it seemed today would also be the day she dies. How sad."Fine, hit me with it. I can take even Tier 2 spells without flinching," Dolano boasted.William nodded again. He closed his eyes and began chanting.He could hear Clarissa's sniffing as she cried her heart out. It pained him that she had to endure so much suffering, especially for something that wasn't real.Dolano found William extremely
"What!" Dolano barked in confusion, staring down at his leg.He saw several blood-red chains sprouting from the ground and attaching to his body, holding him back so he couldn't move.He immediately realized it was blood magic; William had used the blood on the ground to form strong chains to hold him down."Everyone, go to the teleportation matrix Porter talked about," William turned his head to Clarissa and Lady Storm and said.Both of them tilted their heads in his direction, staring at him with confusion and worry. They were still shocked by the fact that William could use one of the rarest magics in the world.Just the mere mention of his blood magic would increase his popularity and make him known around the world. It could even give him powerful cultivators as friends, which means he would be among the top elites.Lady Storm thought about the popularity William's blood magic would bring the Storm family, while Clarissa worried about her husband."You are coming with us, right?"
Carson gritted his teeth in anger and annoyance. Today was supposed to be a good day; why did the Bloodcrest Brotherhood have to ruin it by appearing? He would never forgive them for this."Carson, we gave you numerous opportunities to surrender and get your life back, but you did not agree. Now we will take something you love the most," one of the brothers told Carson with an evil grin on his face.Carson stared at them with a confused gaze. What were they talking about? he wondered.While he was pondering this, two of the brothers suddenly turned into a blur of light and disappeared into thin air.Carson saw this, wondering where they were headed, but then he heard a loud cry for help coming from his beloved.His eyes widened, and he immediately understood what they meant when they said they would take what he cherished the most....."Release me at once!" Dolano yelled at William."Shut up," William barked at Dolano, clearly tired of his frequent curses.He knew he was powerless ag
Clarrisa and Lady Storm could be seen making their way down a narrow passageway, with Clarrisa supporting the unconscious body of Charles, making her unable to run as fast as Lady Storm, who ran in front of her.“Move faster, Clarrisa!” Lady Storm urged in a panicky tone.Clarrisa didn’t react, her heart was already bleeding at the thought of leaving her husband in a spot where his death was inevitable.She wanted to stay with William, to die with him if it came to that. But she was aware that if she stayed, she would only become a distraction for him.‘Please survive for me, William,’ she prayed inwardly. She followed behind her grandmother, headed for the teleportation matrix that Porter had told them about.(A/N: For curious readers, the Matrix is a combination of advanced spells that don't need chants and are mostly used in tools, they only need a little supply of mana to function. Peace!!!)“Look, it’s up ahead, that is the room he talked about,” Lady Storm announced, pointing at
"Even if you keep screaming for the next ten hours, no one would come to your rescue," the dark masked figure grinned at Clarissa.He drew a short dagger from his pocket and floated towards them."Since neither of you decided to die, thereby breaking my rule, as punishment, just as I mentioned, both of you will meet your end," he grinned while speaking.Lady Storm looked at Clarissa. She didn’t understand her situation or why her daughter, whom she had wronged all her life, wouldn’t let her die. Does that mean Clarissa has forgotten all the evil she has done and forgiven her? She thought.Tears began to flow from her eyes at that thought. She realized how irresponsible she had become to her own grandchild because she wanted to make the Storm family richer and stronger. Now that she has realized her wrongs, unfortunately, death wouldn't allow her to make them right. How unfortunate.She looked at the figure of the man approaching her. He would kill both of them soon, but she couldn't
Clarissa gently dropped the body of Charles to the ground and rose to observe her surroundings, aiming to determine their location and find a way to get help or a safer place to hide if this place was in danger.She looked around her. They appeared to be inside a very large room, bigger than a dining hall, with only a few objects, making it spacious."Where is this?" she asked herself.Far away on her left-hand side, there was a large computer with a big screen and a sizable machine underneath it that she hadn't seen before. Her intuition told her that the big machine was what powered the computer.Clarissa took her eyes off the computer, tilting her head around the room, looking for a door so they could leave.However, this room had four doors: one on the south side of the room, one on the north, and one on the east and west sides each. She didn't understand why a room would have four doors but guessed it was for a good reason.What she did not know was that in another room, a young
"The Bloodcrest Brotherhood has hidden themselves perfectly for the last ten years. Not even a single trace of them has been found in a decade, and we almost thought they had disbanded and gone extinct. We were wrong all along," Mark Grayson mumbled to himself, somewhat confused."Yes, Commander. However, if you give me permission to take some hunters with me, we might be able to subdue the Bloodcrest Brotherhood. Perhaps, with our help, Carson would be obliged to heed our invitation," Johnson suggested.Mark Grayson contemplated this issue. The central hunter organization present in the central city had issued their region a mission to capture Carson, who had returned from a dungeon after being presumed dead for a long time.As the leader of this regional headquarters, the mission naturally stayed in his hands. If they managed to complete it, most of the merit would go to him even if he didn't contribute. With this merit, his family would continue to grow and remain under the protect
The world had changed, but it was slowly mending. The scars left by the apocalypse were deep, and the memories of those harrowing days would never truly fade, but humanity was resilient. Two weeks had passed since the hunters had emerged victorious from the Death Tower, and in that short time, the earth had already begun to heal.The sky was a clear blue, the clouds soft and white, drifting peacefully above a world that had been plunged into darkness for so long. The air, once thick with the stench of decay and the virus that had plagued humanity, was now clean and fresh, a reminder of the life that had been restored. Birds, absent during the apocalypse, had returned, their songs filling the air with a sense of normalcy that had been absent for far too long.The government, once crippled by the chaos, had reestablished itself. Leaders who had survived the ordeal stepped forward, determined to rebuild the world that had been nearly destroyed. They worked tirelessly, organizing effo
William blinked as the light surrounding him began to fade, the familiar, comforting warmth of reality returning to him.The oppressive darkness and twisted landscape were gone, replaced by the cool air and the solid ground beneath his feet.He felt the weight of exhaustion settle over him, but with it came a profound sense of relief. He had won.As his vision cleared, William found himself standing at the entrance of the Death Tower, the same place where their perilous journey had begun. He wasn’t alone. Around him, the surviving hunters appeared, emerging from their own battles, their faces a mixture of disbelief, exhaustion, and profound relief.They were fewer in number—much fewer. What had once been a group of sixty had been reduced to a small, ragged handful. They looked at each other, their eyes wide with surprise and then, slowly, with growing joy as they realized what had happened. They had survived. They had made it out alive.Carson was the first to speak, his voice hoars
William stared at the figure before him, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the twisted reflection standing just a few paces away. The smirk on the doppelganger's face was chilling, filled with an arrogance and darkness that William recognized but had never embraced himself. This was not just a reflection; it was something far more sinister. "Who are you?" William demanded, his voice steady, though the unease gnawed at him. "Why do you look like me?" The doppelganger tilted its head slightly, the smirk widening. "I am the Dark One," it said, its voice a distorted echo of William's own. "The force behind the apocalypse, the one who brought chaos and ruin to your world." William’s eyes widened in shock, and then narrowed in anger. "You... You’re the one who unleashed the zombies, who turned the world into a living nightmare?" His grip tightened on his sword, the blade beginning to glow faintly with the power of his blood magic. "Why? Why would you do something so monstrous?
After venturing into the portal, the fate of all the hunters were left in their own hands. Each of them were sent to a new world to face a different challenge. A large numbers of the hunters died the moment they appeared!Some fought with their last bits of strengths, the zeal to survive pushing them further. Nevertheless most of them were unable to wrestle against their own fate. Some like Carson and Gregor survived. A lot faced unfortunate deaths, their fates ended! This was the job of the death tower after all. ....Mark found himself standing in a desolate wasteland, the ground cracked and barren, with jagged rocks jutting out of the earth like broken teeth. The sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds, and the air was thick with the smell of sulfur. There was no sign of life, no movement, only the oppressive silence of a world that had been long abandoned."Where am I?" Mark muttered to himself, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword. He looked aroun
Gregor awoke to a world of fire and smoke. The ground beneath him was hot, the air thick with ash and the smell of burning flesh. He groaned as he pushed himself to his feet, his body aching from the strain of the previous battles. But as he looked around, he realized that he was alone.“Carson? William?” he called out, but his voice was swallowed by the roar of the flames that surrounded him.He was standing in the middle of a volcanic wasteland, the ground cracked and scorched, with rivers of molten lava flowing through the fissures. The sky above was a dark, stormy gray, with ash and embers swirling in the air like a deadly blizzard. In the distance, he could see massive volcanic peaks, their slopes glowing with the intense heat of the lava flows.There was no sign of his comrades, no trace of the others who had fought by his side. Gregor clenched his fists, his mind racing as he tried to make sense of the situation. “Where am I? What is this place?”But there was no time for a
As the hunters leaped into the light, they felt a sudden, jarring sensation as if the very fabric of reality had shifted around them. The blinding brightness enveloped them, and for a moment, it felt as though they were floating in an endless void. But then, just as quickly, the sensation ended, and they found themselves standing on solid ground once more.The light receded, and with it, the warmth that had surrounded them. Each of them opened their eyes to a new reality—one that was far from the serene landscape they had glimpsed before. Instead, they were plunged into separate worlds, each one a twisted, chaotic reflection of the challenges they had already faced. And worst of all, they were alone.Carson blinked, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was standing in a dense forest, but it was unlike any forest he had ever seen. The trees were gnarled and twisted, their branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the
The robotic voice barely finished speaking when the ground beneath the hunters began to tremble violently. Before they could react, the floor cracked open beneath their feet, creating a gaping tunnel that spiraled downward into darkness. Without a moment’s hesitation, William shouted, “Into the tunnel! Move!”The hunters, their instincts honed by the countless battles they had fought, didn’t waste time questioning. They jumped into the tunnel, their bodies sliding down the smooth, obsidian-like surface as the walls blurred past them. The descent was steep, and the sensation of speed was dizzying, but none of them allowed fear to take hold. They knew that whatever awaited them at the end of this tunnel was the final challenge of the tower.The tunnel seemed to stretch on endlessly, the darkness oppressive and suffocating. But far ahead, a faint light appeared, growing brighter as they drew closer. The sight of it brought a spark of hope to the hunters—they were nearing the end.Howeve
In the inferno purgatory, Willaim and the hunters heard a very loud shriek that pierce through the core of emotions and inflicts all sort of negative emotions, including fears. William quickly pun around, his eyes scanning the horizon for the source of the noise. The flames flickered and danced in the distance, casting long shadows across the cracked ground, but there was nothing else in sight.But then the shadows began to move.From the darkness between the flames, figures began to emerge. At first, they were little more than dark shapes, but as they drew closer, their forms became clearer. They were tall, towering over the hunters, with long, tattered robes that billowed around them like smoke. Their faces were hidden beneath deep hoods, but their eyes—glowing a sickly green—burned with a cold, unholy light.Each figure carried a massive scythe, the blades glinting wickedly in the firelight. They moved with a slow, deliberate grace, their skel
As William stepped through the portal, the world around him dissolved into a blur of light and energy. The sensation was disorienting, as if he were being pulled through a tunnel at breakneck speed, but it lasted only a moment. When the light faded, he found himself standing in a place that defied all sense of reality.The ground beneath his feet was blackened and cracked, as if the very earth had been scorched by an unrelenting fire. Flames flickered and danced across the landscape, casting an eerie, orange glow that bathed everything in a hellish light. The air was thick with heat, and the smell of sulfur and burning flesh hung heavy in the air, making it difficult to breathe.All around them, the landscape stretched out in a twisted, nightmarish expanse. Jagged mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks wreathed in fire and smoke. Rivers of molten lava snaked through the land, their glowing currents radiating an intense heat that made the skin prickle. And everywhere they l