I Only Want To Kill

In the shadow of the sphere, dread fills the hearts of the criminals.

One man brings a flashlight with him, so he takes it out.

Thunder roars in this abyss. A man flies past him and then drops on the ground, motionless.

The smell of cooked flesh fills the space.

The man tries to turn on his flashlight, but it is only flickering.

Another man besides him is covered in electricity. He wobbles in place for a few seconds before falling face first on the floor and dies.

Sweat covers the goon's face. He frantically bashes the flashlight, hoping it will turn on.

The light flickers even more, but nothing.

Another goon runs past him, bumping his shoulder.

"What are you doing? Attack..."

A lightning bolt flares up, it shoots through the hip of the man with the flashlight and then goes straight through the other man's stomach, leaving a bloody hole.

The goon gasps for air and then falls to his death.

The man gets sent flying, and his flashlight drops on the floor. He holds in the pain in his waist and crawls away, his hands reaching around, hoping to find the torch.

He grabs onto something hard and pulls himself to it.

But no, it's not a flashlight, it's just the burned corpse of one of his friends.

The man jumps up a bit, then quickly shoves the corpse away and keeps crawling.

He finds the flashlight, and the light shines.

But it cannot illuminate anything. The light gets consumed by the darkness, and only a little tiny glimpse of glare can be seen.

The man stands up, waving his flashlight around, hoping in desperation that his action somehow will make the light shine through the darkness.

But it is all in vain.

The man turns his back and bumps into something.

The shadow of a being that isn't there. Nothing is there, but he can feel it.

The man drops his flashlight and thrusts his machete forward.

His hand is held in place by an enormous power. He can't even move away.

And then, a horrifying white face exits the shadow and reveals itself.

The cracked golden pattern, the inhuman facade of Hell.

Blaze slices the Karambit through the man's neck. Blood spurts out uncontrollably.

The man drops down on his knees. Blaze does a roundhouse kick, beheading the man with his strike and sending it flying to the wall.

[You have gained 100 experience points!]

He has never learned martial arts before, so his kick is ugly. But he has tremendous strength thanks to the Genesis Legion's metamorphosis.

His strength is now enough to dissect a man through a strike alone.

"Retreat! Retreat! We can't fight inside this sphere!"

Someone yells, and they all start to run away.

Lightning reaches out of the dark sphere, striking on the backs of the runners one after another.

They die like ants in the field, being stepped on and vanquished.

Blaze keeps blasting, lightning appears like a storm of the sky.

The entire hallway fills with blue light, blinding everyone inside.

They see blue, and then another one of them falls to the ground.

Blaze walks out of the black sphere, his hand keeps flicking the wand, striking any goons he can see.

[You have gained 100 experience points!]

[You have gained 50 experience points!]

[You have gained 100 experience points!]

[...]

The sound of the System rings in his ear.

Most of the goons are C-rank, a few are D-rank, but none are B-rank.

Awakened... You are born with a gift, and this is what you choose to be? You all deserve to die.

An enemy tries to counterattack Blaze. He has lots of knives strapped on his chest.

The guy takes the knives out and throws them relentlessly at Blaze.

The Wraith stands still, continuing to flick his wand.

The lightning strike dashes forward, deflecting all the knives in its path, and then drilling holes inside the goon.

[You have gained 100 experience points!]

The knives were flying in a curve, a very special power, but his throwing speed is no match for lightning speed.

Then another grabs a large hammer to run at Blaze. Lightning strikes at him.

A faded white barrier covers the man, holding back some of the power of the Thunderbolt.

But it gets through the barrier easily, leaving holes in it.

Blaze connects a few strikes together.

The man keeps charging, but when he gets close, he is already a dark, crispy, burned body.

Blaze lets out another lightning bolt, breaking the man into pieces.

[You have gained 100 experience points!]

A man lies on the ground, his left knee bent inward. He's trying his best to crawl away.

Blaze walks toward him.

"No, wait! Please!"

The Destruction Wand screams, and his head explodes.

[You have gained 100 experience points!]

They have all run away. All that's left are burned corpses.

The Lantern of the Damned appears in Blaze's hand.

All the souls get sucked out of their bodies and into the Lantern.

23 souls in total. 23 lives. 23 scoundrels that don't deserve to live.

[Congratulations on holding more than ten souls in your Lantern of the Damned!]

[You can now feed the souls to the Lantern to increase its power!]

A new feature of the item is revealed. But now is not the time to examine it.

William gets out of one of the rooms with a few dozen girls. They are all the girls being held on the first floor.

The girls look at Blaze and his terrifying presence. But none seem to be taken aback by it.

"Get them out of here."

Blaze says.

"Follow me!"

William leads the way.

The girl slowly leaves. They are all looking at Blaze with admiration.

"Thank you, Mister Wraith!"

"I... Thank you, sir!"

Some can't even say anything, only tears in their eyes. They never thought they could see freedom again.

And then a girl touches Blaze's arm. It is only a gentle squeeze, as if it is replaced for her gratitude.

And then the next one who walks past him also grabs his arm.

Another put her palm on his shoulder.

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One bows her head to him.

They are all showing their emotions one way or another.

Blaze looks at each of them. He doesn't respond to any, only standing there silently.

Until the last one of them is out.

Forty-seventh. There were forty-seven girls on the first floor. How many are left in this hellhole?

Blaze now more than ever believes in his path.

Every single one of them deserves to die.

Blaze steps forward, crushing the skull of a goon on his way.

At the other end of the hallway, a single metal door is standing.

Blaze opens it.

More men are on the other side. This time they are all armored to the teeth.

Thin, black fiber armors are covering their chests. Pads on their shoulders and knees.

This is no mere criminal organization. It is a miniature army.

Standing in front of the goons is Nadyr Brozovic. Everyone is wearing armor, but not him.

He claps slowly.

"What a performance!"

Blaze stays silent.

"An illusion power that releases darkness, removing the enemies' sight.

A never-ending barrage of lightning. A terrifying Controller power.

Then I heard Rufus say you can communicate with animals too. That's three.

The white energy fang that you released. That's four, I think.

And of course, the power of being completely undetectable in darkness. That's five.

Five fucking powers in one man."

Blaze keeps silent, raising his wand.

"You killed a lot of us. That was purely luck..."

Thunder roars in the middle of Nadyr's speech.

No one wants to hear a villain's monologue.