There’s a question running on Razor’s head at that moment. A question that’s in the head of everyone watching, even Ashley herself who’s been with him for the past days. That is:“Why is Daemon this strong?”Why is he able to beat down two of Razor’s lackeys in such a short time? Why is he able to do so effortlessly?All of these ran on their heads because, as far as everyone in their hall is concerned, Daemon’s actually appeared weaker the past days. He hasn’t been acting the same since the first day. There isn’t any sign of the seemingly cold and calculative fighter who doesn’t get irritated nor affected by anything around him.All that’s left is the weak acting teenager that gets jumpy at the slightest inconvenience. In fact, this is also the reason why all of them are questioning his sudden growth in strength even more.But the reason for this is simpler than you may think. There is a logical reasoning behind everything that’s unfolding. But for this to be better understood, it’d
Wear Daemon down.That’s the plan. That is what Razor’s juniors are supposed to do. They are supposed to focus on defense while they get in the ring with Daemon. They will block, dodge, parry, run, slide, dive, and use any other means necessary to prolong the engagement and make Dameon use more of his energy than what is needed.However, this didn’t work the way that Razor intended it to. Even after the fourth and the fifth opponent, Daemon didn’t show any signs of getting worn down. There are times when he can be seen to breathe a bit heavier than usual but, that’s not enough. It doesn’t show the kind of depletion of his stamina that he’s supposed to already be suffering through at this point.The reason for this is simple as well. Daemon is fighting with full efficiency. Every new opponent that enters the ring meets him head on and experiences his [Divergent Fist] on the first strike. Daemon modifies it every time but, basically, the first one to hit always contains this skill.Nobo
Daemon gave the explanation exactly the way he envisioned it in his head. He told the details to Razor knowing that this person would accept them as fact. That’s the only thing Razor can do since Daemon has turned into the absolute truth in that moment. A truth that cannot be rejected.With him winning all of the fights before. With him doing this effortlessly. Everything aligned with the explanation he gave. That he was just fooling around with Razor’s group for these past five days. That he was only making them enter into his trap. Luring them into an even bigger one that they can’t escape.Though part of this is a lie, it doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters are the results and, after his fight against Razor, his truth is the one that’ll become absolute. His truth will be the one that’d repel all those that will dare get in his way.“You fucker!” Razor threw a punch a left punch at him, a blunt and tactless attack that doesn’t have any sophistication to it.In his current state
When the fight finished, the only thing left in the battlefield is silence. Not a single scholar dared to speak because, it doesn’t feel right to do so. Not in that seemingly sacred moment that Daemon is basking himself on. The spotlight belongs to him, as well as all of the attention from the scholars of his own hall.Then came a clap. A single clap tore through the silence. Then came a resounding echo of this as the scholars began to cheer and clap with all their might. Disregarding the fact that Razor is still lying on the ground, unconscious from a very powerful punch.“We now have a new fourth ranking scholar of the Scale Hall!” Naga began as she went up the arena. “Give it up for Daemon!”The cheers came harder this time around. With Naga giving them permission to do so, there’s no way that they’d hold back from making these intense cheers. Brought about by the incredible fight they witnessed. Not a single one but, a succession of it. Gracefully done by Daemon which ended on an
[This chapter begins with an extreme depiction of violence. Skip until the three dotted line if you think you can’t handle it.]Daemon sat on a stool. He’s inside the art room of the Academy. A place that’s ruled over by a person he’d rather not associate with. But, no matter what he does, he can’t seem to shake her off. The same problem he has with the rest of the top brass of this school. All of which are bullying him to an extreme level and, makes him go through stuff that he’d rather live without.Yet that is something that’ll never happen because, even in that moment, he’s going through a form of bullying. One which can only be described as a thing of nightmares.“What’s taking them so long? I want to go home already.” Yvonne said as he sat on a stool in front of Daemon. The lights within the arts room are turned off. The only source of illumination they have comes from the sunset that creates a depth of shade on Yvonne’s perfect skin. Making her look more divine than she alread
Murder.This act has always been seen as a taboo in society. Though there are some groups of people that see nothing wrong with the act of killing, the vast majority agrees that it is morally wrong. That’s why it is also a topic that cannot be easily brought up and, that’s why the whole conversation that Daemon’s having shouldn’t even exist. And yet it is.“W-What was that sir?” Daemon asked again. “I think I didn’t hear you right.”“Oh you heard me alright.” Desmond replied. “You’re just having trouble processing it but, I think you heard me just fine.”This confirms it. Daemon’s being asked to kill. He’s being asked about the act of killing and, how good he is with it. A teenager like him is given this question. And, unfortunately, Daemon doesn’t have the capability to lie to Desmond’s face.If he can’t do it under the state of [Calm Mind] then there’s zero probability of him pulling it off now that he doesn’t even have the skill anymore. He doesn’t have any form of defense. Leading
Daemon and Naga left the room as soon as their conversation ended. Daemon didn’t say a word and neither did Naga. They silently walked away, using the stairs this time around instead of the elevator because, they aren’t going down. They’re going up.Naga told Daemon that they need to talk in the rooftop. Daemon agreed to it of course, but not before Naga performed the same technique on him. The one which instantly soothed his body and took away all of his nervousness instantly. Naga agreed to this almost instantly as she grabbed on to his head – recreating the same sensation within Daemon that spread throughout his entire body. Bringing him back to his normal state as he and Naga proceeded to the rooftop of the building. “Sit down.” Naga said as she took out a packet of cigars and got one out. Placing it on her lips and lighting it with nothing but her internal energy. This made it cooler than what any lighter can pull off.“I’m going straight to the point. Are you sure you’re alrig
Daemon knows what he needs to do now. With the existence of a solution for him, all that’s left is for him to pave the way so that it can be used to its utmost efficiency. And with only three days to do so, he doesn’t have any time to waste.“Alright.” Daemon opened his system window. “Let’s see what we have for ourselves.”The estimate given by Astaroth to him means that he should expect a kind of change when he reaches [50] intelligence. That is now the goal. Currently, this is what his stats look like though.[Strength (Str): 25+5][Intelligence (Int): 25+5][Speed (Spd): 15+5][Luck (Lck): 15+5]His [Strength] has greatly gone up since this is the same stat that he prioritized increasing during the fights against the other scholars in the Arena. Thanks to the sub quest [The Alpha of the Pack], Daemon got a single status point for every victory he achieved during that day. Allowing him to earn ten points – all of which are placed on his strength.He also gained a couple more points