The devil didn't have enough time to retrieve all of his fragments, thus stopping at the strength of around 24 mastered laws. However, this amount of strength was still too high for me to deal with. The two alliance leaders nodded at each other before looking at me and saying: "You have done your best, but your incompetent allies dragged you down, you can go now, there is nothing you could do in this type of fight anymore." I wanted to leave since I was given permission, but could I? The devil's red eyes targeted me immediately after he regained his bearings from being hit by the dual uppercut. "You... yes, the fragments told me about you." "You have interfered with me countless times, do you think that I will let you go that easily?!" The devil opened his mouth and started to spit flames at me, his gigantic body immediately shrunk to a smaller human-sized form as he fought back and forth with the two alliance leaders, he knew that he wouldn't be able to recover all of his frag
(WARNING, VERY LONG CHAPTER AHEAD!) The devil's red eyes were hypnotizingly horrid as they taunted me insidiously. The way he raised his eyebrow as he kept the leaders of the alliance bay e made me know that he was slowly getting his strength back. Sooner or later, he would be able to push both of them back and kill them! His body language told it so, the facts told it so, and the two alliance leaders knew it as well, it was obvious from the perspiration that was flowing down from their foreheads that things weren't as good as they seemed on the surface. Was death that close to me? I could feel blood gurgling in my throat as the devil sent a claw through space to immediately appear in front of my throat and pierce it. However, my instincts were still as sharp as ever, so I was able to barely take a step back before the claw would fully penetrate my throat and tear it out. I glared at the offending appendage that almost ripped my throat out, but a finger snap made the insides of
The first thing I realized when I came to a tangible consciousness was that in this world, strength ruled supreme.I was born to two commoners. Both of them were ignorant of the danger around us. However, because of that, I became different, not because I was born with any special abilities, techniques, or memories, but simply because their death had awakened the ultimate sense of crisis in me.I was around seven years old when it happened.Our village was in flames before lunchtime even arrived, I and my parents hid in the cellar of our house as soon as the danger arrived, but it wasn't enough to avoid our fate.We were found, caught, and dragged out to the middle of our humble village, which now lay in ruins as most of the houses were being smoldered in the fire that the invaders had created. A thick smoke entered my young lungs as I looked around and coughed. My eyes widened in horror as it was the first time I saw such a horrible sight.I could see blood stains on the ground, and
My life with Mikutsuhi was hard. I had nothing to eat and drink besides muddy water and hard brown bread. The man worked me to the bone, putting me through increasingly hard exercises, seemingly at the order of the leader, or at least that's what Mikutsuhi told me when I asked him why I had to do such hard things.Push-ups, sit-ups, and running through the forest with boulders tied to my feet.My muscles screamed for their life every movement I made at the end of the day, the muddy water and brown bread weren't good enough for my growing body, but Mikutsuhi wouldn't give me anything better unless I 'earned my keep'.That meant I would have to kill and pillage.My village was one of many on the mountain where we lived. We were quite unlucky that we had been targeted and razed from the ground by the group of bandits because of how remote we were placed.I sighed and looked down at my hands which started to be full of callouses, besides the physical training, Mikutsuhi also made me train
The first thing I did after I left the bandit camp behind was go to a nearby village, which I never had been to before to inquire about the whereabouts of my mother, but she was sold eight years ago, so it would be hard to track her down. Unfortunately, the first thing that greeted me when I arrived near the village was bounty posters with my image along with the other bandits that I killed. It looked like after more than 15 years of pillaging since the creation of the bandit group, the authorities finally decided to make a move. This troubled me greatly, after all, I didn't have anything to cover my face, and it was pretty recognizable as the poster somehow looked identically to me. I wasn't sure how they would be able to make such an identical picture, but it wasn't the time to think about that. I had to cover my head with a hood and enter the village to inquire about the whereabouts of my mother. Unfortunately, it was summer, and wearing a hood during such heat was quite susp
I could feel my blood boil from the power that was appearing inside my body, this was something that I had never felt before, regardless of all of the hard training that I had done under Mikutsuhi. It was very strange. Could that amount of blood I ingested from the youngster in front of me be the reason this happened? There was no other trigger, so this was the most logical conclusion. I could feel my vision swim as my head started hurting. The body in front of me was still warm, so I needed to get rid of it as quickly as possible. There was no time to faint now! I could feel images appear in my head as some sort of seal inside of my body was broken, and my guesses were proven right. My power had slowly increased, and my injury sealed itself due to the blood I unconsciously drank. This was something that everyone could do, the innate ability of devouring! Everyone would awaken these memories the first time they drank/ate someone with special abilities. It was more of a curse,
After making sure I scrubbed every inch of the pungent smells that covered my body, It was time to clean my clothes.Not much blood had splashed on them when I ripped that youngster's jugular out, but it was better to be more precautions.I took all my clothes from the river bank. I unceremoniously started to cleanse them inside the water, leaving behind only my satchel with the goods that I took from the bandit camp, and my sword that didn't need any cleaning considering I didn't use it to deal the fatal blow.After making sure they were clean, I left them to dry on a nearby tree while I started thinking about my next move.Now that I was clean and quite far from the murder location, I thought I wouldn't have any trouble with any pursuers for the time being.As I rested my head near a tree, I could feel my head swimming as the changes in my body weren't fully finished. It looked like eating that youngster was the right decision.As I sat there, I could see that some bushes from the o
As I followed Aratas from behind, I could fully see his wide-armored back.This type of back was supposed to give out feelings of protection and reliability, but to me, it was a rather cold feeling that was stuck in my chest.I didn't fully understand, but maybe it was because Aratas only took me in to replace his dead squire, even though he was a paladin, and also a religious man due to his profession, he didn't seem to be caring at all.The bandits always talked about religion as if it was their salvation. They always said that if they were ever going to give up their bandit ways, they would priests or monks.But I knew they were only saying those words jokingly.Once you go down a dark path, you can't stray away from it.I already did some things that normal people would never think of doing, and I knew this was one of my best opportunities to get some type of backing. It was risky to join a church as a cannibal, but it was also a good defensive front as no one would think a cannib