LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 5: Who Are You?
The monster leaped towards Alan to form the bond between his head and neck, his thorny hands transforming into a sharp gray blade structure, eager for the taste of blood.
Alan could do nothing but wait for his death. Regrets flooded his mind, haunting him with reminders of his weakness and cowardice and the times he had failed to become the person he wanted to be for his loved ones who deserved better.
As the monster drew closer, its speed was a terrifying blur, yet for some reason, it seemed slow to him; he could see how it had that sadistic, mocking smile on its face.
[Shit, I should have popped my cherry with some sugar, Mommy."Don't worry, pervert san, your marvelous system is here; you are going to have much more than that. Now take some rest and leave the throne to me]
This was the last voice he heard before losing consciousness.
"Did something happen? Why do I feel like I'm going to be cooked by him?"The monster stopped for a moment, thinking something bad would happen that would cost a lot to him, and he was going to regret it for a lifetime.
As the monster reached near him, Alan swiftly grabbed both blades with his right hand that was transformed earlier and locked both hands with his leg. Then, with an astonishing speed, he took off his shoes, started smacking him, and left and right.
Monster couldn't even see how all of this happened, even though the smacking with a shoe didn't hurt him, but it was very insulting for a prideful being like him. He made a desperate effort to slip out of Alan's grip, but it was a futile attempt; he couldn't move any part of his body except for his head, which was the only thing that could shift from the relentless smacking he was enduring.
"Just what is happening? How did he suddenly become so strong that I couldn't even move any muscle?"
He began pondering the reason for his insulting situation, but a sudden knee kick to his chin made him break out of his thoughts.
"Thwack!"
The impact of the kick was incredibly powerful; he spitted some black saliva, and some of his teeth, or so-called thorns, broke apart.
Alan didn't give him a chance to recover himself and delivered a powerful kick to his face, causing him to roll over several feet.
*spit* *spit* *spit*
Blood flowed from his mouth, making the brown dirt around him turn dark.
"Heh, it seems like you know what pain is."
Alan's tone was domineering; there was no fear in him anymore, his voice echoing in the rift more than the monsters, standing like a warrior who had just defeated countless enemies without breaking a single sweat.
The monster looked at him in awe; his presence was breathtaking; now confidence and arrogance were the only things he could see in him; there was no presence of cowardice in him anymore; his previous black hair transformed into long white hair with a bit of golden spark in it; the scar he caused to him vanished; there was no trace of any injury in his body anymore.
Yet what terrified the monster most about Alan were three things: his wrists, both covered in dark marks—the right wrist glowing a striking blue and the left glowing a brilliant gold. On his forehead was a captivating symbol made of two smooth loops curling around each other, glowing softly in light.
His both eyes, the monster couldn't even look at it for more than a second, but what he saw in that brief moment shook his world; within those eyes were countless realms, amid creation and destruction, universes merging, colliding, and ten beings seated on thrones.
"What is this? Why do I feel he is far stronger than our Lords? How can it be possible? Until a moment there was not an ounce of resonance in him, but now I can't even comprehend it, and what are those eyes? I feel I will be sucking if I stare at those any longer."
"Yo, peasant, how does it feel to be looked down on by an insignificant being?"
Alan's voice filled with a sense of superiority as he walked confidently to the monster.
The monster could only bow his head; he couldn't summon up his strength to speak to him. After a long time in his life, he felt a new feeling that no other beings in the world could make him feel, and that is fear.
"Mr. whatever you are, I will show you the new heights of the sadistic world."
His voice sent a shiver down the monster's spine. His only bit of hope from leaving here was his colleagues; he believed he could use them to buy himself some time to find a way out.
"If I die here, your friends will be dead too."
The monster expected this would make his focus shift to his friends because in fear he told the truth after all the technique used by him controls the soul of a person. That's why he was surprised by the fact that he couldn't control Alan.
"heh. Here, I thought your technique was boring to use, but it turns out you could control their soul."
The monster's face turned pale, muddled as his technique was effortlessly exposed.
"But sure, I will give you some face here so that you won't die from embarrassment. Try using your technique."
Alan's face was calm as he scratched his chin, pondering and looking at the confused monster in front of him.
The monster had a bewildered expression on his face; he couldn't understand why there was a sudden change in Alan's heart.
With a puzzled heart, the monster used his technique, alan was analyzing it with a boring expression, and the black mist moved around their body and started entering their body.
To his surprise, the invading black mist suddenly stopped and started moving toward him.
Alan grabbed the mist with his right making it seem like he was absorbing them, molding them into tiny little orbs.
The monster couldn't believe what happened right in front of him, never in his life, he could have imagined that someone other than their race could hold this energy.
"Who are you?"