Master Of Voracious Beasts Chapter 236
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Jomel went deeper and deeper. He met a lot of fiery scorpions, but he killed them all. Still his hunger is still in there making a terrifying killing machine, no remorse.
Capable of wiping out a group of them, making the best move possible by calculating every scenario using precognition ability. After getting used to them, his way of killing is much more efficient and he wouldn't take a lot of effort to think of them now.
However.
"Not attacking?" The deeper he went, the more fiery scorpion he was seeing. He should've killed them all, but he soon noticed that they are not attacking anymore at all because all of them are carrying something. Jomel had blood all over his body. His aura is exuding a danger even the scorpions are avoiding him. He is curious, that's why he is following those scorpions.
After killing a lot of them he knew that these fiery scorpions ha no .ore use because he is full, "There's no use killing them since they are not attacking" He thought, his beast is also not healing. He is feeling gloomy and disappointed.
The scorpions won't fight anymore and it will make him feel bad if he killed them, he is not mass murderer who will kill those who are unwilling to fight. He just fought back and ate the first ones because it attacked him first, and now seeing all these scorpions doing nothing to him and just minding their own business peacefully, Jomel refused to take another more life.
He had no way of knowing if Will energy forms would really affect those scorpions from the main world so he will just focused how strong they are.
After a couple of calculation of touching and inspection on these scorpions, he compared them to the level of soul beasts in the main world.
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"I really need an informations about these beasts. "Jomel worriedly said, because same as the main world, the average soul-beast is comparable to these scorpion beasts. Meaning that this world is as dangerous as the main world; the soul beast world.
"I wonder what is happening at the end of this" Jomel, who had no one to talk to, muttered in Curious. If it's danger, he doesn't care. His moves and hidden talents are strong enough and are confident of himself. Plus, he is used to being ganged up.
He went with the blazecorpions who are like a firefly in the night; they are organized and there's three of lines of them; they look like a group of ants in their unity coming back with good harvest. Neither of them is slow or fast. They just walk normally.
Jomel's look became peaceful, it's like someone is singing to him and warming his heart that he couldn't understand. Watching them like them is making him feel like he is one of nature. He never felt like this before, but he loves it.
They carry stones that look like a pollen, there's a lot of them, he can feel the energy of them inside. He didn't take it in the hand of the one of the blazecorpions, He only touched them and observe its energy inside.
It's so warm and refreshing but Jomel knew that this will not help him in his cultivation so his greed disappeared. He is also afraid to disrupt the momentum of the blazecorpions so he didn't bother.
He just walk and went with them, not minding whatever is in end of it. The way he moves and embraces the moment is like he is being one with them. Jomel felt he is being hugged by thousand butterflies just by walking with them, with a touch and a cloud sprinkle of love.
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"What is this, why am I taken away by this moment? Is this a curse or something?" Jomel thought, being used to fight and combat without having to rest. It feels like everything is not real. He felt like he doesn't deserve this kind of moment.
Unconsciously his eyes had glistening tears on them, even he couldn't believe it but remembering the past of his journey is convinced him that in this moment, he should cry and in this moment he cannot stop it, it feels like his body reacted on its own and disabled the devouring ability that is making him without feelings.
"Am I missing something?" Jomel looked at his arms while his eyes are crying non-stop. It feels like he there was something very important to him. Taken from his very being, and he did not know what it is.
"My journey, all of them...!" He knew his journey shouldn't be like what is in his memory. Jomel is sure that there' are a lot of details more he should know. His desire to come back to the main world suddenly surfaced from his heart.
He knew that there's a story behind it. He can recall his life on earth, but his memories in the main world seem lacking. It feels like there's something missing and did not know what it is.
He remembered all thing like, there's some kind of monster that look like a Jurassic monster, a thrill while driving something like a jet plane, a journey that is so lonely in some kind of dimension, a journey where he saw a lot of humanoid beings like demons, angels and elves...
"How did I make it here?" Jomel asked himself. He knew that there's something who helped him. Someone made him able to go inside a wolf city, and everything until now. It is impossible to be alone.
A moment later.
Jomel steeled his heart, like he is a brave and used to all the pain. He is emotional, but he endured those things that forgot or , 'Did I really forget something?' he asked himself seriously.
He clutches on his head and tries to put it back in his mind. 'Right now is not the right time to be like that. I just want to experience it like this. Be one with nature,' Jomel convinced himself, with a pure intention of not thinking anything.
Since he rarely had taken a rest, he would rest anytime starting today in this world. Be as calm as he can be.
He went and walk softly with these blazecorpions that are looking like in the parade, but with foods on their hands.
"Is this an offering?" Jomel is feeling uneasy, but humans are curious creatures. Especially if they are confident about themselves.
He followed them, until he saw something…
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