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66.66% The Dark Godslayer / Chapter 25: The Hunt 1

บท 25: The Hunt 1

Darkness—the enemy of light, the place where all evil, secrets, and fear dwell. At least, that was how it was generally known; no one truly saw the beauty that lay within.

The power darkness wielded was far greater than anything light possessed. It fed on fear, pain, and anguish until nothing was left but a void.

A chill ran through Velen's spine at the cold, dark space of nothingness surrounded him.

But that wasn't even the main problem; it was the creep before him, smiling as if he'd lost a few brain cells.

'Do you get it now?' A voice echoed in Velen's mind, distant and hollow. 'No matter how strong you become, I am still your creator. I must be respected, or you'll end up a broken soul.'

Azrael's lips remained unmoving, his expression frozen in that unsettling smile. Yet, his voice resounded in Velen's ears as clear as day.

Despite all the experiences he had endured, Velen showed little fear.

Godslayers were simply humans who could channel massive amounts of Qi into raw power.

Over time, emotions dulled, becoming faint or nearly nonexistent.

But even so, Velen knew the being before him was dangerous.

He had heard from the gods that the dark god had received the ultimate punishment and had been forcefully reincarnated into a human's body.

Supposedly, this made him weak—easy prey.

After all, a godly power couldn't fully manifest in a mortal shell without destroying it under the surge of too much power.

However, it seemed that information had been false because here the dark god stood, effortlessly displaying his power in a human form.

The dark space suddenly trembled, ripples of energy distorting the void.

The darkness slowly dissolved as light seeped through the void, scattering the shadows until they were completely gone.

Now, they were back where they had started, sitting opposite each other as though nothing had happened.

People walked by, going about their business, completely oblivious to what had just transpired.

"Now that we have come to an understanding, I'll take my leave," Azrael said, preparing to summon a teleportation skill.

"Wait! I'll join your army," Velen blurted out. "I don't have much of a choice—you're my god. But I'll do it in my own way to save humanity."

"Sure, I don't care," Azrael replied, clearly eager to leave.

His aura had been unleashed, and celestial beings nearby would likely have sensed his presence.

"I'd like to introduce you to someone. Can we meet back here in two days?" Velen asked.

"Hmm, fine. As long as it benefits me," Azrael said before vanishing into the shadows.

Velen exhaled a sigh of relief.

'I've been getting on a lot of gods' nerves lately, but I'll have to be extra careful with this one. My Godslayer aura won't help me this time.'

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In an alley, the dark area shimmered, and a figure rose from the shadows.

He stepped forward, emerging onto the street, but stopped when something caught his attention.

A flyer was pinned to the wall of the street. It bore the dull colors of white and brown, hues often used for serious and urgent matters.

The words on the flyer were an invitation to join some kind of beast-hunting association.

'They're inviting people to hunt beasts. Hmm, this could be crucial to my growth,' Azrael thought. 'I can acquire more BC by killing beasts and complete quests the system would surely give.'

If there was one thing Azrael had noticed about the system, it was that whenever he found himself in a life-threatening situation, a quest would arise—though it had been an entire day without a single word from it.

',₦How annoying!'

Nevertheless, if he went beast hunting, he might encounter situations that would threaten his life, earning him great rewards from a quest.

With that thought, Azrael tore the flyer from the wall, slipped it into his pocket, and continued on his way, heading toward his room.

Unfortunately, he lacked the energy for another teleportation, leaving him with no choice but to endure the painful journey of walking thirty meters to the inn.

Luckily, he made it after a twenty-minute walk through the dark streets, overtaking and shoving slow-moving people out of his way.

'Stupid humans,' he thought. 'They chat with their partners and forget to watch where they're walking.'

'What a foolish act! What if I was in a bad mood and suddenly slit their throats right in front of their loved ones? Then whose fault would it be, huh!?'

'They're lucky.'

Finally, at the inn, Azrael entered nonchalantly, calm as ever, until he reached his room door.

Along the way, some people glared daggers at him from behind, but he stared back coldly, making them so uncomfortable they quickly looked away, creeped out.

'Fools!'

The residents were furious with him for damaging their rooms with cracks and large chunks of missing walls.

Not only that, but Azrael had bribed the manager of the inn—right in front of their eyes—so the manager told them to either tolerate the rooms as they were or fix them with their own money.

Well, that was money talking.

As they always say, money makes the world go 'round.

Azrael actually found it amusing that humans would do anything for gold.

To him, they were just material things—hard, shiny stones, and nothing more.

In fact, the castles of Zeus were usually made from such materials.

To the celestials, gold, silver, and gems were just simple stones with natural designs.

The only things they truly valued were power and dominance.

That was the way of the gods.

Azrael pushed his door open but abruptly stopped midway.

A palm-shaped bloodstain marked the side of the door, with blood drops trailing onto the floor.

Quickly, he became alert and cautiously entered the room, following the blood trail that led to his bedroom.

He stared at his king-sized bed and saw a body lying on the floor beside the large window, swimming in a pool of crimson liquid that seeped into the earth.

He approached the body and gently flipped it over.

"Who in the celestial embodiment dared come into my domain like a rat, and died here…?"

He froze when the body was finally flipped over.

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บท 26: The Hunt 2

Even after suffering fatal injuries, Evan still found a way to escape from the overpowered bitch, Slicer.

Fortunately, some mysterious energy distracted Slicer long enough for Evan to launch a desperate attack and retreat into a street teeming with people, saving her life.

The large cut across her body was bleeding profusely.

Her Moonfang energy tried to heal it, but the wound kept reopening.

Her energy was being canceled, which could only mean that celestial energy had been used in Slicer's last attack.

For an unfortunate soul who wasn't a celestial or couldn't wield celestial energy (light energy), it was nothing less than poison.

Simply put, only celestials could survive attacks imbued with celestial energy, as it was just another aura to them.

On her way, Evan stole a large coat to cover herself and used a piece of cloth to apply pressure to her wound, slowing the blood loss.

That was how she ended up in Azrael's room to ask for help.

She didn't understand why her wound wouldn't heal.

However, dizziness from excessive blood loss overwhelmed her, and she collapsed onto the marble floor of Azrael's room, her blood pooling on the ground.

The moment she hit the floor, she lost consciousness.

That was when Azrael pushed the door open and found her body, nearly drained of life.

"Evan."

Quickly, he lifted her and laid her on the soft bed, which was instantly stained with blood.

Stained sheets weren't the most important issue at the moment; her life was on the line.

Normally, Azrael wouldn't care for a dying human, but this was Evan—the former owner's one true love, someone he would have died for.

Although it had been one-sided… if he were still alive, that is.

To him, abandoning someone who could be useful to his army felt wrong.

'She was struck by celestial energy, which stopped her powers from healing her automatically,' he thought.

'Hmm, all that needs to be done is to extract and destroy the light energy surrounding the wound.'

Using his special godly vision, he saw a faint white mist clinging to Evan's flesh.

Each time her body tried to regenerate, the mist pushed it back, stopping the healing process.

Azrael rubbed his hands together.

Those hands, which seemed to tremble slightly, were used for ending lives, not saving them.

Dark energy ignited at his fingertips, burning like flames.

Gently, he laid them on Evan's wound.

'It seems to be working.'

To normal eyes, nothing appeared to be happening—just Azrael's hand glowing with dark energy as the wound slowly closed.

But to supernatural eyes, the dark energy enveloped the white mist like a fast-acting virus, consuming it entirely and leaving nothing behind.

He made sure the black aura didn't infest the wound.

If celestial energy had been bad enough to suppress Evan's natural healing, dark energy would have been far worse.

Dark energy had a peculiar weakness to light energy. The two couldn't mix—they neutralized each other, much like opposing magnets repelling one another.

However, if one energy vastly overpowered the other, the stronger force would dominate and negate the weaker one entirely.

It didn't take long for the wound to fully heal.

Immediately afterward, Evan's chest rose and fell—a clear indication she was breathing again.

'Good, she's alive. I can rest now.'

[All energy has been depleted!!]

'Yes, I know. I can already feel it.'

When Azrael finally became aware of his surroundings, he realized his hand was resting on something soft and squishy.

The sensation of liquid beneath his fingers sent a rush of adrenaline through him, but it quickly subsided.

He was too dead inside to feel embarrassed.

Looking down at his hand, he discovered it was resting on Evan's chest.

'Hmm, soft.'

He gave a slight squeeze, causing Evan to flinch even in her unconscious state.

Realizing his mistake, he quickly stood up from the bed and moved to the other side, lying down beside her.

"Well, that's the first time I've touched boobs and felt like I did something wrong. Oh well, I'd better rest," he muttered before shutting his eyes.

Women had never been on his agenda. Many had fallen for his bad-boy ways in the celestial realm, whether they were goddesses or spirit beings.

To him, they were objects to satisfy his hunger.

But today, a particular human had made him question that mindset.

"Weird, isn't it?"

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The warm light of the golden sun penetrated the room, illuminating it after hours of darkness.

Evan's eyelids fluttered as her eyes slowly opened, only to shut immediately against the sun's rays.

She blinked a few times, adjusting her blurry vision.

She rested in a comfy bed; the smooth texture against her skin and the soft, feathery pillow beneath her head brought comfort to her entire being.

She slowly sat up but flinched in pain as a sharp pang struck her abdomen, disappearing almost instantly.

It was just a reflex from a certain muscle that hadn't been used for a while.

Evan quickly looked down, surprised to find her large wound gone.

She lifted her shirt and felt her skin a bit—the wound had disappeared as if it had never existed.

"What happened?"

Instantly, flashes of memories buried themselves in her head as she gradually recalled everything about yesterday's encounter with her opponent.

On her way here, after escaping Slicer and finding no one in Azrael's room but the marble floor swimming in a large pool of her own blood, the thought of dying crossed her mind.

The fear of not achieving anything before her demise had truly scared her.

'I have to become stronger' Evan thought.

On a small cabinet beside the bed, her dragon slayer sword lay, its dragon scales radiating as though it recognized her will.

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'Hm, am I at the right place?' he thought. 'Or am I probably lost?'

He stared at the flyer once again and then at the building.

The address was the same as the one written on the flyer.

Before him stood a majestic four-story building.

It was the largest building in this part of town, and people were seen entering through the front door with excitement on their faces, battle gears strapped to their bodies.

"Yup, I am at the right building. Let's go hunt, shall we?" Azrael said, entering the building.

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