V2 Chapter 38

Cian scoffed, both his arms waved, and multiple invisible razor winds flew out, whistling through space. In the places where these razor winds flew by, all things halted. Including Arasol who has a misconception as if the space around him turned heavy and his body couldn’t help but still!

Arasol seemed to have become petrified. He was about to do something when fist imprint enlarged right before his pupils. Terrified, it was as if he fell into a quicksand, unable to move.

“Useless Struggle!” Cian leaped up into the air, landing a punch on Arasol’s chest.

A powerful force exploded.

Arasol was akin to a withered leaf whisked away by a violent tempest, struck by Cian’s fist, spinning high in the hall before crashing into one of the stone pillars, then sliding down to the floor…

Puh~! Landing on the floor, a gush of warm liquid rose up in Arasol’s throat, spurting out from his mouth. The light in his eyes dimmed, becoming dull.

Cian’s attack earlier accurately his body with vector repulsion and so the damage taken by him was like being hit by a bomb in point black range. Not only did Arasols’ body almost break entirely, but most of his blood vessels also exploded within his body. Waves after waves of torturous pain spread all over his entire body, the unbearable pain made Arasol scream tragically.

The crash jarred everyone back to the present; everything ended so fast?!

“You, you monster?!” Spitting out blood from his mouth, Arasol clutched at his chest as he stared at Cian, frightened. Then, seeing Cian started walking towards him, "You…you devil, don’t come near me, don’t!" he panicked. He couldn’t stop shivering as Cian approached.

"Why, you feel the fear now?" Cian sneered. He felt no mercy. Such a wicked person did not deserve sympathy. Cian didn’t know them nor did he have any deep and unreconciled grudges between them. The only thing that urges him to want to kill them was the fact that Arasol’s stupid son had molested and sexually harassed Ruka in front of him. Such an act is like signing King Yama’s invitation. If he didn’t kill them, wouldn’t it be like stepping on his head…? Those who dared touch his possession can only end in one place—The Underworld…!

Besides, although he didn’t want to be ruthless but he knows the significance of rooting out any kind of trouble before they spread out turning into a cancer—

Furthermore, with [Madness] activated, he wasn’t reluctant in killing as much as he was in his normal state—and it will turn him into an [Extremist] who kills people without batting an eyelid!

“But sadly, it’s already too late…” For him, when under [Madness] all trouble can be solved by violence and killing. Fortunately, though, he currently was still not that deep on his [Madness] and was still capable of thinking clearly. However, his character is still decisive. He can spare the Bloodhole Gang, but the bloodline of that asshole would never be spared—he will pull them out till their roots, young or old, man or woman…!

"Let me…ehem, ehem, please, I beg you, let me go." Arasol pleaded, his voice broken and terrified. When the thought of death appeared in Arasol’s mind, a new fear reared its head in the core of his heart, spreading.

He had lived so long; the number of people that died in his hands was no less than several hundreds of thousands!

At times, watching an enemy struggle in their last moments of death, in fear, pain, and unwillingness, his heart felt joy and satisfaction at such sight. But now, when he himself was staring death in its eyes, he was paralyzed with fear. Truly, bullying the weak, fearing the strong. Cian sneered.

"Let you go? Even if I did, the Heavens won’t." Cian bent down to observe him closely and continued, "I already said this once. You are a dog who barks behind its master. But you are worse than a dog. Do you see now? I can kill you as easily as I kill a dog."

"Ehem, ehem, it’s my fault, all my fault. I beg you to spare me." Arasol said hopelessly. He was indeed hopeless. His last glimmer of hope vanished with the crushing blow Cian dealt that nearly killed him. His pride, his ego, all vanished in one strike.

He had always hidden behind his mighty Gang and done all the evil he could think of without any fear of retribution. Even his son had the same and hides behind him, to do all the atrocities—in this Demon World, it was nothing of importance. Weak can only be trampled and bullied. But today, he witnessed with his own eyes his defeat. His life and all his dreams had been dashed in a single moment.

He thought he was one of the 'strong' and had trampled countless 'weak'. But now, he realized, he was actually one those 'weak' he had thought disgusting and full of contempt with. A pathetic realization...!

"Do you feel hopeless? Well, I won’t let you wait a moment longer. It’s your time to die. Remember, in your next life, be a good man. No, be a Good Demon and father that teach his child, what morals and principles are. However, if you can’t be a good man, at least be a smart man." Cian shook his head slowly from one side to the other. "...know beforehand who you are dealing with...!"

"...?!!" Without a moment of hesitation, he struck one last blow onto the chest of the old man.

"If you and your son hadn’t been this malicious, how could I be this cruel?" Cian reflected calmly, then shrug his shoulders indifferently. "Hommmm!" Blood stained the surrounding walls and floor. The demon fell to the ground, every last of his bones now snapped in half.

“Foolish Imp, die in peace now." Cian’s expression was calm and was without any pity. Since the beginning, this being before him has been disrespectful and been speaking without kindness. Then, it revealed how much it wanted to kill Cian. Of course, Cian wasn't going to let go of this being. If he would live, then Cian would be like sparing an ungrateful wolf, having a chance to bite him back in the future—it’s not something he wanted to see…!

A gentle breeze touched the air.

The world fell into a deafening silence.

All eyes were fixated on the young man in black.

“Does anyone wish to continue the fight? I can humor you...I still have some time to spare~” Cian smiled faintly as his voice was calm and unhurried as if he what he had done a while ago was nothing but kicking a pebble on the street, not anything important. He stood upright with his hand clasped behind his back. Peerlessly in black, his ambiance was immortal-like and out of this world.

His temperament and his stance played with everyone’s heartstrings.

Standing nonchalantly before them, his hair was black as ink and his hooded jacket was dark as obsidian. Like the Sun in the sky, he was the center of attention and seemed to be emitting a heavenly light-like halo. At the same time, he was like the descendant of a God, who had the vigor to pose threat to all nine levels of heaven.

At this moment, he was undefeatable and invincible!

He demolished and pushes the entire Bloodhole Gang on the verge of destruction single-handedly. How dominating was this?

How unbelievable was this?

Remember that this was the Bloodhole Gang, one of the three strongest factions of the Northern Border’s underworld. The faction can be said to be powerful and dominates everyone else within the entire Okmahun Demon City. Under the circumstance where it had an advantage and influence, this terrifying black-clothed youth smashed it into pieces...all done singlehandedly. If this isn't invincibility, what is?

Everyone's emotions were tossing and turning as they stared at Cian with fear in their eyes. And so, obviously not one dared to say anything. All of their heads hanging low—seeing this, Cian grinned under his mask. “You have chosen wisely,” he muttered. “Those who follow me will never be left behind by me and never be treated unjustly. You might still feel a little doubtful now but you will surely rejoice in the future that you had chosen right to follow me. Either I bring glory to your people,”

Cian turned around and under the dumbfounded expression of the people around him, his body started fading in the shadows as if he was being enveloped by the darkl—“…or fell ruined along with me. These two are the only things that await you in the future—of course; the latter is impossible to happen. Only glory will come in my way—” When he finished speaking his figure completely vanished in front of them. Even his aura or presence had vanished in thin air—as if he didn’t exist.

“…I will give you one night of thorough consideration—take it as a gift from me. I will come back here and next time, you shall officially be under my command, if not run away from here, hoping that I wouldn’t see you again in the future.” His voice echoed in the dim hall but as for where this voice comes from, no one knows as it seemed as if the voice came from every direction, far from them or just beside, giving them a creepy sensation as if someone was behind them...even now.

“Farewell… my dearest new friends…” A cheerful and a bit warm voice echoed before the hall turned completely silent.

When the voice didn’t appear again, Palaer, the Gang Leader, Gobing and the other people started glancing at each other, looking at the wrecked building around them, they could only sigh helplessly—

What a very long night…

… …

When Cian appeared at the balcony of his room, Cian immediately vomited in blood.

Contrary to what everyone thought, Cian’s condition was actually unfavorable right now. It could be said that he was doing extremely bad. In reality, all of his organs were wounded and half of his bones were broken. After all, his opponents were Count and Marquis Class Demons. To even maintain a battle was extremely difficult, let alone demolishing an influence this strong by himself.

For him to have done this, how could he not have been hurt?

One can even say, that what Cian did this time was too totally rash and reckless—but he didn’t regret anything. For a faction as big and powerful as Bloodhole Gang, since there is already conflict existing between them, letting it have a day or two without doing anything is totally dangerous even for him. All of his plans might get distracted and disturb, even if no one would be able to recognized him. And also, taking the Bloodhole Gang as his was a very good addition to his team as well—

What he gains this time was quite big…!

...generously big...!

"Cough…" Blood rushed up his throat and Cian’s face changed color. He quickly pushed it down to prevent himself from puking blood publicly. However, he was too hurt. Cough… cough… Spitting out blood, Cian’s face was white like a sheet of paper. Even his body was shivering.

However, because he wanted to display his prestige and brand an undefeatable mark, he forced himself to not show his fatigue or any kind of injuries to the point of using his eyes to mask other people’s eyes, in order for them not to notice any kind of injury to his body, giving him another burden.

Still, his pride did not allow him to show any weakness.

"I am far too injured this time. I never thought demons comparable to a Marquis were that strong…” Though, if not for the fact that he had fought many powerhouses this time, even if they Marquis or Duke Class Demons, with Cian’s abilities, it would be nothing for him. Even Duke Rabilla couldn’t hold a candle to him—though, it was mostly thanks to the fact that he managed to sneak attack him. However, too bad, fighting alone like that is really far dangerous…!

Having a powerful group that would be his limbs would really be helpful…!

After arriving on the balcony of his room, he finally coughed severely, spitting blood all over the floor.

“Young master, what’s wrong?” Seeing this scene, the face of Ruka, who was waiting on the bed, asleep and just woke up after sensing Cian’s arrival was shocked and terrified. Her drowsiness was blown away in an instant and her face turned ghastly pale.

She bolted towards Cian and hurriedly supported him back to his room. Her clear eyes were glimmering with tears.

“Young master, don’t frighten me, don’t frighten me, are you okay?!…young master nothing must happen to you!” The adorable servant started to cry as she gently supported Cian back towards his bed. Every action was soft and gentle as if afraid that even a tiny of strength and force would hurt Cian, like a piece of fragile glass. Despite panicking and full of anxiety, Ruka didn't forget to care about Cian's current condition.

“Silly girl, I only suffered some light injuries. I’ll be fine; I just need to rest for a while.” The corner of Cian’s lips curled up. He wanted to show her a smile, but instead, his wounds were stretched out again, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. Cian’s ashy gray hair was softly tussling and his black coat was dyed with blood. Even though he was heavily injured, his normal grandeur did not at all lessened. Like a descended immortal that hadn't been seen for generations, his natural temperament was out of the world.

“Master! Tell me! Who hurt you?!! WHO?!! I will kill them!! I will kill them!!” Ruka’s teary eyes suddenly turned cold and her pupils turned pitch black. She was really angry this time! Her heart throbs violently and her blood began to boil...

Then, her whole body begins to shake, and her eyes begin to get shady. She looks down and becomes silent.

After a moment of silence, she starts to lift her shivering body up. Little by little, she looks up as well. There, under Cian’s shock expression, he suddenly saw Ruka wearing an expression that is not found on a living person…… Cian realizes that even he can feel chills running down his back. This lass… Shadow whirled around her body and two long accursed horns appeared at each side of her head, but it did not truly materialize yet, in fact, it’s kinda blurry.

"Master, who hurt you?" Her voice is low, and it sounds like a curse. Her body’s coldness filled the whole room, turning it at least ten degrees colder than the outside of the building.

Cian’s eyes narrowed and ‘thud!’ smack Ruka’s head, “I said, I’m fine…!” Cian’s smack woke Ruka up and the shadows whirling around her slowly faded and vanish. Seeing this, Demonic Bloodline…two words appeared inside Cian’s mind. As expected of someone coming from a noble Demon Family, she also possesses a Demonic Bloodline—it was probably activated through her anger and rage.

“Ma, master?!”

“Stop staring at me. I am an injured person, can you help me back to my bed first so I can rest?" Cian bitterly smiled.

"Ah!" Ruka screamed as she dragged herself back to reality. She hurriedly nodded her head and carefully held onto his shoulder and supported him back to the bed. Seeing her confused expression, she seemed to have not realized anything—Cian smiled wryly. However, recalling what had happened just now—for some like him to shiver just because of this little lass killing intent, it seems [Demonic Bloodline Awakening] is something not simple at all…

Cian's curiosity and interest in the Bloodline of different demons become stronger...