Chapter 16: Chapter 16: My First Time in Another World Is Gone
As soon as Liam threw his ice staff, he immediately charged forward. He knew that striking first was crucial, and the brief exchange of words earlier was just a way to observe the enemy's positioning.
With a swift step, Liam was already upon them. In his mind, he was filled with the fantasies he had as a teenager—dreaming of what he would do if he ever encountered human traffickers.
Before the enemy could fully react, he was there, gripping the ice staff tightly again. With a horizontal swing, he struck another black-robed figure squarely on the head!
Liam hadn't learned any martial arts; this was pure brute force, but it was extremely effective. The moment the staff connected with the figure's head, the icy chill surged up, freezing the head into an ice ball that shattered with a crisp, explosive sound, like a watermelon bursting apart.
This was the first time Liam had ever killed someone.
His eyes were cold, his mind clear of all distractions, and his actions could only be described as ruthlessly decisive.
In truth, he didn't start out with such resolve. His current state of mind was something he owed, ironically, to these very servants of the gods in front of him.
When Liam first found this place, his mind was a mess, and he was at his weakest and most disoriented. It was at that moment that the enemy unleashed dozens of blood-red arrows at him, leaving him no chance to breathe and blocking all his escape routes.
In that instant, the voice of all things reached an extreme, as if the entire world was screaming in his ears: Be careful!
Then, it felt as though his subconscious took over, moving his body based on the world's warnings. By the time his brain caught up, the arrows had already exploded behind him.
Afterward, drenched in cold sweat, Liam suddenly calmed down, his mind becoming sharp and focused. He realized he had just brushed past death and understood that this battle was one of life and death.
This was different from his fight with Lyra. These people in front of him were true killers, people who wouldn't hesitate to take a life.
So he held nothing back. He wasn't concerned about breaking any laws; his own safety was paramount. Without hesitation, Liam, a rookie who had never fought in a life-or-death battle before, instantly took down two of the god's servants.
Of course, the enemy wasn't going to go down without a fight.
Once they recovered from the shock, the remaining dozen or so people quickly surrounded him, their bodies glowing with crimson energy as they prepared to attack Liam together.
The fear of death in such a situation is the greatest terror! It's also the most effective way to train someone.
As a freshman who hadn't even started his training, Liam had never undergone any simulation training. His first real combat experience was a fight for survival.
This extreme situation unlocked his potential and showcased his combat talent.
These are the kinds of experiences that are more valuable than spending a month in the academy's training grounds!
For instance, right now, without anyone instructing him, and with his brain barely processing anything, Liam instinctively made the most advantageous move for his situation.
He didn't care about the attacks coming his way. He enveloped himself in an icy blue aura, creating a crude but solid ice armor around his body, then thrust his staff directly at the tumor!
When you're at a disadvantage or surrounded, you attack what the enemy values most!
Although Liam didn't know who these people were, it looked like some sort of cult ritual, and they seemed to place a lot of importance on that tumor.
Sure enough, his move immediately broke the encirclement. All the enemies' attacks turned toward him, accompanied by a chorus of angry shouts.
"How dare you!"
"Peasant! This is blasphemy!"
"Protect the Holy Fetus!"
"Damn you!"
All the black-robed figures leaped out at once, with two even throwing themselves in front of the tumor to shield it.
Seeing their desperation, Liam doubted they would even protect their own father with such dedication.
With this simple strike, he broke their formation and achieved a result far beyond his expectations.
He quickly remembered his original purpose. Without hesitation, he scooped up the two children from the ground.
He had no time to be gentle, so he yanked hard, tearing the blood vessels connected to the ten fingers of the children, causing blood to splatter.
Though they were unconscious, the pain made the two children whimper in their sleep, their faces contorting in agony.
After a few quick flips, Liam put some distance between himself and the others, finally getting a proper look at the two kids.
Their faces were twisted in pain, deathly pale, clearly showing signs of severe blood loss. There were no other obvious wounds on their bodies, but all ten of their fingernails had been pried off!
The sight of such injuries was shocking and painful just to look at. Liam wasn't sure if they had passed out from blood loss or from the pain.
But at least, from the looks of it, they were still alive.
Using his power, Liam froze their fingers to stop the bleeding and temporarily set them aside.
Now that the two "blood donors" were gone, the blood-red tumor had dimmed significantly, and its heartbeat-like pulses had grown weaker.
"Bastard! How dare you! Bring back the offerings!"
One of the black-robed figures roared, conjuring a blood-red blade and charging at Liam.
Liam didn't move. He raised his left hand sharply, aiming at the charging black-robed figure.
In an instant, frost spread! A harsh whiteness covered the ground as the area before Liam transformed into a frozen wasteland!
Earlier, Liam had refrained from using his large-scale freezing ability out of concern for the children's safety. But now, there was no need to hold back.
The black-robed man's body froze mid-charge, as if slowed down in time, until he was completely encased in ice. The blood-red blade in his hand remained forever suspended, frozen in the ground.
"How is this possible! You call this having no psychic level? You call this an E-rank ability?!"
The white-robed man beside him cursed bitterly, then turned to face Liam.
"Kid, you're stronger than I thought, but do you know what you're desecrating?"
"Return the offerings! It's their honor! When they reach the Kingdom of Heaven, the Lord will bless their souls with eternal peace!"
"And who are you? You're not in my records. Perhaps we can talk."
Liam stood up straight, clearly feeling that this battle had significantly improved his abilities in every way!
Cold air surrounded him, the ice-blue, menacing battle armor protecting all his vital areas. His face was half-covered in blue and white frost patterns, and even his eyes had turned white.
Liam stood there like a war god from an ancient icebound relic.
"I'm stronger than you thought? But you guys are a bit weaker than I expected..."
"As for who I am? I'm your daddy!"
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