Only corrupting thoughts and feelings of superiority towards others were all he received after getting transported to Haven City. Jorp became worse and worse as he spent more time in the city where everyone is as vile and wicked as him. Sharing the same thoughts with people who are the same as his does not do any better.
All that lives in Haven City are corrupted. You won't see a kind soul, for even the kids have enough courage to kill.
Drops of sweat were splattering, heaving could be heard loudly enough, decisive strikes, which parries each other ironically gives light, and anger, hatred, rage, passion, madness, and rancor explodes out of grief.
Invictus and Jorp both accurately predict each other, avoiding and parrying dangerous slashes while standing and not lifting their feet on the floor. Only weaving their bodies, attacking, and defending themselves from the others were the only movements they were doing.
'Why is it that always unfortunate events happen to me? If there really are gods watching over us, why couldn't they give everyone with magic or skill?! Why do they need to be so unfair and unreasonable?'
Jorp may be so over with his life, having enough of all the bad luck, strings of unfortunate events, and bad karma in life, but never had he once thought of killing himself. He values his life the most since it is the only valuable thing he has after losing his mother and all that was important to him.
Aside from his life, what can he lose? That's what he asked himself, and when he came to a conclusion, to an answer, Jorp then began his madness, killing his father, and 40 street thugs, hoodlums, and people that had to do with his mother's death.
People can train to awaken their inner core and stimulate the flow of their mana inside their bodies, thus enabling the use of magic. Skills, on the other hand, can be discovered at a young age with signs showing the capabilities of having one. But there are cases where some people awaken to their "skills" through sheer hardship, surpassing one's limit, and the great desire for wanting to have power.
'Why is his fighting style reminding me of Invictus, one of the eight heroes?!'
As Jorp indulged more and more in the thought, exchanging blows and avoiding what could be fatal wounds, he started to slowly believe that the man in front of him was actually Invictus himself.
"Why do I always have to be reminded how pathetic I am?!"
A major breakthrough in Jorp's character bursts out all of a sudden, which Invictus was not expecting to occur.
Gradually, Invictus noticed the increase in Jorp's speed. He was fast enough to render Invictus' offense into defense. There was no time to fight back. Jorp's speed skyrocketed with a huge power-up he got from unlocking a hidden skill he always has within him.
'This guy is getting pretty annoying.'
Even deflecting the attacks from Jorp became futile. The enraged guy pushed past his limits, and a series of incision cuts were inflicted upon Invictus' whole body, avoiding as much as he could.
"I'll end this!" Yelled Jorp at the top of his lungs as his decisive blow struck Invictus down on both knees.
Unaware of Invictus' partial immortality, Jorp could smell the taste of victory under his nose. For the last time, Invictus looked up to him and he felt nice about it, looking down on people was one thing that kept him going.
"How does it feel to be looked down upon by a scum?"
Jorp admitted to being scum. Well, every one of them was scum, placed together in a city full of people with the same nature.
"The fuck are you smiling about?!"
He smacked Invictus on his face but it did not remove his mask. Even if Invictus was wearing a mask, one would still see if his mouth arched or if he smiled. Having the mask on adds up to the creepiness and sinister vibe Invictus was emitting.
"Wait, since when did the lamp get lighted again?"
Its cinder came back to life, giving a dim red-orange light to the small house where a family was brutally massacred.
Because of the faint light coming from the lamp, Jorp did not notice the regeneration ability of Invictus, healing the wounds back to normal again.
"That doesn't matter," Jorp shrugged. "I can't say I am not thankful to you, mister. You did help me with my breakthrough, after all."
The feeling of being unblessed by the gods, always looked down upon by the people belittling him for being a thug, a murderer that killed his father, and self-loathing resulted in Jorp's sudden development of his skill
"Madness."
Through intense lunacy, Jorp acquired the ability to turn his craze desires into strength, a skill, which he so deeply yearns for ever since he learned of the existence of magic and skills.
But he was deprived of liberty when he first learned about magic and skill, therefore, unable to unlock his hidden talent and could not train to know his affinity to magic.
"In Haven City, there is a cunning woman that demands money to just teach you a few pointers about magic."
Invictus stayed silent, acting as though he was worn down by their fight, and can fight no more. But under that mask, he has on his face,
Invictus was quietly laughing at the thought of Jorp thinking he just won the fight.
"So, thanks to you, I acquired a skill! Had it not been for your damn bloodlust, I wouldn't be standing here in front of you, almighty and triumphant!"
He had been meaning to remove the mask off of Invictus' face. Whilst still holding Invictus' head, his large hand covered the man's whole face.
"Why don't we take a look at your face?"
Forcefully, Jorp pulled the mask but it did not rip. He had Invictus' hair tweaked to hold his head still and have a clear look at his face. And to his shock, Jorp dumbfoundedly let out a chuckle with his mouth agape. Incapable of accepting the truth that the man he just fought and won against was none other than Invictus, one of the eight heroes.
"Haha... Hahaha! Are you for real?"
"Why? Need some more light to double-check?"