Capítulo 14: Awakening of the Emperor Tarantula

The Delta team decided to head back after searching deep in the forest. However, they soon realized that Nathaniel and Emilia had not returned.

Sebastian spoke with concern, "They're taking too long. What if something has happened to them?"

The team members grew uneasy at the thought of their missing friends.

Alexander boldly suggested, "Let's go look for them."

Three of them set off back into the depths of the forest. After a short walk, they encountered Aren, who was crouched on the ground, watching the Delta members with a cold gaze.

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a rush? If there's a problem here, don't hesitate to share it with me," Aren said with a mocking smile. The chill in his voice sent shivers down the spines of the team members.

Suppressing his anger, Alexander asked, "What have you done to them?" He recalled Nathaniel's ever-supportive smile and how special Emilia was to him.

A strange smile formed on Aren's face as he replied coldly, "I killed them." As he chuckled inwardly, the team members were filled with rage. Alexander felt an intense pressure building within him.

Alexander "You will pay for what you've don There's no need for talk or negotiation now."

In that instant, Alexander's body began to transform; his muscles bulged, veins stood out, and a straight mark appeared in his eyes. The other team members also underwent a similar change. Aren recognized the shift and assumed a fighting stance.

"I don't know what dirty tricks you used to kill them, but a newborn like you can't defeat someone as experienced as us."

Suddenly, Alexander vanished. Aren sensed him reappearing right in front of him but was unable to react quickly enough. In an instant, he received a powerful punch to his abdomen; the gust of air swept through, rustling the leaves of nearby trees. Blood spurted from Aren's mouth as he fell, crashing into the trees.

Alexander did not hold back. He rained punches down on Aren's face repeatedly. Aren, instinctively getting into a defensive position, activated his reflexes. When he countered with a punch, the blow passed over his shoulder.

"You're too slow, bastard!" Alexander shouted, bringing both fists together and swinging them towards Aren's face. Aren narrowly turned his head, but the punch was so strong that the impact shook the ground.

When Alexander's fist struck the ground, it created a deep crater, sending soil and rocks flying into the air.

Aren dodged Alexander's attack, but he felt his ribs crack. "This guy is too strong," he thought, the sharp pain constricting his breath. He wanted to counterattack quickly, but a kick from the side shattered his face, sending him sprawling towards the trees. The sounds of cracking bones echoed in Aren's ears.

"Since you've managed to survive this far, you've got a solid body, bastard!" Sebastian yelled.

Sebastian was as fast as Alexander. Before Aren could even rise, he struck him in the face with a knee. The blow caused blood to stream from Aren's nose, and his head snapped back. When his back hit the ground, it sent a jolt of pain through him.

Isabella approached, her claws extended towards Aren. However, Aren felt every bone in his body breaking; he was overwhelmed with pain, and his willpower was fading.

He tried to escape, but Isabella's claws glided through the air. Suddenly, Aren's left arm was severed, falling to the ground. A wave of shock coursed through his mind. He stumbled away, writhing in agony, but felt nothing. He was on the brink of death; if he didn't act quickly, he would lose his chance to survive.

Alexander grabbed Aren by the head and slammed him hard into the ground. His body created a crater three meters wide upon impact. As Aren's consciousness began to fade, the world around him became blurry. Pain enveloped his entire being, and the emptiness within him deepened.

As his eyes slowly closed, the only thought that crossed his mind was, "This is it." The absence of feelings led him to accept that this was the end of his life.

He shut his eyes completely and sank into silence.

Sebastian asked tensely, "Is he dead?" Isabella replied, scanning the area carefully, "I sense no signs of life. He's most likely dead."

With a sense of relief from having avenged them, Alexander spoke, "Emilia, Nathaniel... we've avenged you. We will be more cautious on our future missions. We should never separate." However, as he spoke, he failed to notice the faint movement from Aren.

In Aren's mind, a colossal Tarantula emerged, appearing familiar to him. As the black webs surrounded him, the spider's pitch-black eyes reflected a profound emptiness. Suddenly, memories from the past began to resurface; he started to uncover the reasons behind his emptiness and his desire to fight.

He thought about the day he was born, devoid of emotions. The love in his mother's eyes and the tender gaze of his father had never reached him. Unable to experience basic emotions, he could not forge connections with the world, his family, or those around him. Loneliness held no meaning for him; he grew up in this emotional void, unable to comprehend the feelings of others. Yet, this did not make him feel inadequate; instead, he became accustomed to living in an existential emptiness.

Now, however, as he began to see the world through the eyes of the giant Imparator Tarantula, he started to feel its emotions and pains. The spider's instinct to hunt in the dark, its struggle for survival as a predator, merged with the emotions simmering inside Aren. He was no longer just a human; he had also inherited the power, abilities, and dark past of that colossal spider.

Imparator Tarantula was, by nature, an emotionless hunter. For it, hunting was a way of existence. Aren now carried this trait as well. His desire to fight was a struggle to fill the void within him. With the belief that emotions and weaknesses would render him vulnerable, he decided to live by feeding on violence and chaos. This was a journey of self-discovery; each fight offered him a chance to prove his existence.

Aren absorbed all the feelings, pains, and victories carried by the spirit of the Imparator Tarantula, creating a new identity for himself. No longer was he devoid of emotions; he was beginning to embrace new feelings.

"I am no longer emotionless," he thought. The memories flooding his mind were restoring his lost power and abilities. United with the spirit of the Imparator Tarantula, Aren accepted his identity as a hunter. In that moment, he realized that the emptiness within him could be filled with the violence of fighting. Ultimately, he was leaving behind his old emotional void, ready for a new struggle for existence.

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