Gene enhancement serums are rather expensive but for Ryan who was the son of a Gang leader, he could afford to get gene enhancements serums to increase his evolution to the third stage in two origins, building them to the third-level.
But he wasn't the only with two third level ability. Nita, who he had fought with not too long ago also has two third level abilities in both Combat domain and Temperal domain!
She didn't fight with weapons but uses her fingers instead. Each strike of hers exude a certain bone-deep chill that would restrict the body's flow of blood as well as drastically reduce one's ability.
Touching the claw mark on his chest, Ryan shivered slightly. He still felt fear when he recollected the scene from the battle where she had erupted with astonishing agility, taking a swipe at his heart.
The Silver-horned Rhino armor that was meant to protect him instantly shattered under her strike, but managed to slow her claw down for him to escape the jaws of death.
But the most frustrating part was she was attacking him for no reason! He wasn't the one who used the Milky-Ice pool but even still, she didn't care and continued to attack maniacally.
She was the type of person who does as they want without remorse.
He didn't even come close to retrieving the Milky-Ice bottle from her when he was almost grievously injured.
With the bottle of Milky-Ice water in her hands, she might actually have a chance to Transcend which was even more trouble.
But since his men chased after the kid with the other bottle, the second bottle of Milky-Ice should be enough for him to transcend to level-4.
"What is taking them so long?" Ryan was starting to get impatient. It was then he spotted a familiar figure walking towards him.
It was Brian. When he saw that he was in an even miserable state than he was, with an almost crippled arm, Ryan's brows instantly furrowed.
"What the hell happened to you?... Where are the others?"
"Dead. They are all dead." Brian replied through gritted teeth. To his consternation, his team had been wiped out by a level-1 kid, with him as the sole survival.
Hearing his explanation, veins budged out from Ryan's face as anger seeth within him.
"Useless. Piece of trash!"
BAM!
Brian was like a loose cannon as he smashed into a builder shattering it to pieces. Debris flew all over the place with his body skidding backwards in the ground.
Brian didn't dare get up for he knew Ryan's anger was untamed.
Ryan's face was currently distortes in rage. Would this trip really be fruitless? He had failed to get the two bottles of Milky-Ice and had to fight the crazy woman - Nita instead.
A malicious gaze settled upon his face which gradually calmed down. He remembered the face of the boy, it was only a matter of time.
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The setting sun was the almost the color of blood as it shone down upon the wasteland. The most brutal hour had arrived. At night, the creatures of the wilderness become active and turn blood-thirsty.
Lucifer awoke up to a throbbing spasms of pain in his stomach. This familiar sensation had accompanied him for his entire life and filled many of his memories. But recently, he had almost forgotten about how he would always scavenge around for food since he now had the strength to provide for himself.
Lucifer crawled out of the burrow he had hidden himself within. When his feet once more stood atop the cold ground of the ruins, reminded of his current situation.
The ancient ruins around him were filled with crumbling fences and dilapidated walls, as well as wild grasses that were as tall as trees.
The once-dazzling buildings that had been erected here had been reduced to worthless piles of rubble, buried and forgotten by both the sands of the wasteland and the plants from netherland.
The muscular youth stood tall. He could remember vividly that he was once a youth who was once a tiny figure, dwarfed by the whispers of the vile creatures and the howling dangers of the powers that ruled this land.
However, he was now a man. But at what price should be gain strength. What price were you willing to pay for strength? To live again?
Humanity?
Whst was that? Can it feed his belly? Can it cure cancer? Can it fvcking paybhis debts?
The wind blew through his tousled black hair, covering up his slender yet strong, youthful features. His fit frame was covered with a few scraps of dirty cloth, and his skin was caked with his own blood.
His eyes, however, were clear yet alert. This was the only thing which separated him from other wastelanders.
He had spent roughly six hours sleeping in the hole, now it's time for him to find something to eat.
Usually, Lucifer would have entered the base to avoiding the blistering cold of the night, but with his current physique, the cold didn't disturb him at all.
Checking his spoils of war. There was a Scope less snioer rifle, absolutely different from the basic sniper within the base and even ten times better.
The revolver was a gun Lucifer had never seen before. This gun was clearly much more powerful than an ordinary revolver. It's barrel was large, quite similar in style to the modified sniper rifle, but it was still inherently different.
Klein's revolver was a modified pistol which came from a weaponsmith and was a handcrafted tool at that. In the making of this gun, Klein had asked for pure power with with no intents on accuracy at all. He believed his opponent would never be able to avoid the bullets at point blank range.
But he had dead and his weapon was now considered Lucifer's loot which had helped him greatly against his opponents.
He also retrieved about 10,000 Meta in cash. It was the most money Lucifer had held in his entire life. Lucifer buried everything in the ground and took only the alloy steel knife and the large revolver. Making sure to hide it from plain sight.