"To be able to subdue the bloodline side-effect this easily and awaken the sword aura at his age, the man paused before continuing, "Really a genius."
The man stood tall and imposing, his presence radiating an icy coldness that seemed to chill the very air around him. Clad in armor forged from gleaming, frost-kissed steel, he appeared as a formidable warrior carved from the ice itself.
His stature was imposing, with a strong, muscular build that spoke of years of dedicated training and combat experience. Every movement he made seemed calculated and precise, reflecting a disciplined nature and a mastery of his chosen path. His cold, piercing gaze held a steely determination, revealing a mind sharpened by countless battles.
"Now, who's the helpless one?" Jamol sneered, savouring his victory. "It seems you're the one who couldn't protect the girl after all."
He raised his sword as he finished his words. He knew if Charles woke up he would be in grave danger.
Clang!
Just as he swung his sword, Charles's hand which was holding the sword moved on its own.
This time the force was so strong it made waves of air. knocking Jamol back with tremendous force. He flew through the air, landing several meters away, his sword shattered into pieces.
Jamol's trembling hands struggled to regain composure as he tried to process the events happening before him. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, hoping that what he was witnessing was merely an illusion.
However, reality quickly set in as Charles stood before him, radiating an aura that felt overwhelming.
Swoosh!
Now Charles was standing in front of him. His eyes were nothing like before. It was as if a great existence was staring at Jomal's soul. Jamol could not hide anything from those eyes.
While Jamol was frozen in his place, sweat dripping from his body. He didn't even see Charles's movement. It was as if Charles had teleported before him.
'What the hell?'
He didn't even dare to move a muscle. His instinct was screaming at him if he dared to move a muscle his existence would perish.
It wasn't just Jamol who was paralyzed with fear. All those present in the house felt the overwhelming pressure emitting from Charles.
"You should pay," Charles said in an emotionless tone as he placed his hand on Jamol's shoulder.
He widened his golden eyes as if looking into Jamols soul.
The moment those words left Charles's lips, a wave of excruciating agony washed over Jamol's body. His limbs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.
Foam formed at the corners of his mouth as his growls turned into pained gasps. His eyes, once filled with defiance, widened in terror as if witnessing a fate worse than death.
Inside Jamol's mind, a dark void enveloped him as he writhed in excruciating pain. Images of his past misdeeds and the suffering he had inflicted upon others flashed before his eyes. The weight of his sins bore down upon his conscience, suffocating him with guilt and remorse.
It was as if his very soul had been forcefully torn from his body, condemned to endure an eternity of suffering within the depths of his own mind. Jamol found himself trapped in a nightmare realm, where pain consumed him with every passing moment. The torment he experienced defied all description, surpassing the limits of human comprehension.
He saw all those people he had killed. The soul of those people were dragging him to the depth of the abyss.
It seemed endless, "Please... No, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."He repeated to the souls that were dragging him but they didn't answer and continued what they were doing.
This continued for an eternity before Jamols soul left his body.
The torcher that felt like an eternity was just for a second on the outside.
This was because of Charles's skill 'Thought Excelerion'
The same thing happened to the other to lackeys.
After they all died he glanced at the ladies who were staring at him with horror in their eyes.
Cough-Cough
Charles coughed mouth full of blood. "Seems like this body has reached its limit,"
Just as he muttered that he fell unconscious.
_____
___
_
[Charles Pov]
"Huh? Where am I," I muttered, feeling my head heavy.
'The last thing I could remember was fighting with Jamol and I passed out,' I became panicked as soon as this thought entered my mind. "The girl," I said as I looked around my surrounding.
I was on a grass plain that seemed endless with the clear sky. I could easily say this was one of the most beautiful views I had ever seen.
As I took in the breathtaking scenery, a sense of tranquillity washed over me, calming my racing heart.
The grass beneath my feet swayed gently in the soft breeze, whispering melodies of peace and serenity. The clear, azure sky stretched out endlessly above, adorned with wisps of white clouds that seemed to dance with joy.
Taking a deep breath, I allowed the fresh, crisp air to fill my lungs, revitalizing my senses.
But then I remembered the accident that was happening before I passed out.
I became panicked and was thinking of a way to get out of there.
"Don't worry," A bone-chilling voice came out of nowhere making me startled.
I instantly turned around to face a man who should be in his mid-thirties. He was looking at me with those cold eyes. I felt myself being suppressed by his presence alone.
The pressure was so suffocating, it was making me kneel but how can I let that happen?
"Uahh!"
I put all my strength into withstanding pressure.
'To be able to withstand my pressure at his current level, he sure is talented.' the man thought to himself looking at the struggling Charles.
The pressure that was emitting from him disappeared.
The man's gaze bore into me, piercing through my defences and leaving me feeling exposed. His icy voice carried an air of authority that sent shivers down my spine.
"You have shown great potential," he spoke, his words cutting through the silence like a razor. "But you are still too weak,"
Confusion mingled with apprehension as I tried to comprehend the meaning behind his enigmatic words. Who was this man? And what did he want from me?
"You possess a power that surpasses your current understanding,"
As he spoke, a sense of both awe and trepidation washed over me. His presence exuded an otherworldly aura as if he were a being from a realm far beyond my comprehension.
I couldn't help but ask, my voice trembling slightly, "Who... who are you?"
A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, but it held no warmth. "I am known by the name of SwordGod," he replied cryptically.
The SwordGod... I found the name quite familiar. "Yes," the sense of realization hit me.
Then I looked at the man standing before me.
As if reading my thought, he replied, "Worry not, I am inside your consciousness. And how am I here? It's because you have synchronized about 10% with my sword technique that's why I am here."
"How were you inside the technique," Hearing his explanation, my curiosity was piqued.
"I am already dead and this is my soul that was bound with the skill.
And how did I die? I could not answer that right now but when you are strong enough you would know."
I was a little sad hearing everyone say I am weak but then I remembered the main reason I am in this state.
"What happened to the girls?" I asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, they are safe and as for the other people. They got what they deserved," He said as he extended his hand towards me.
And all the memories of what happened after I collapsed rushed into my mind.
Even though I was angry at the group, I felt a little pity for them. The things that they had gone through were something that no human being should go through.
Don't take me wrong, they got what they deserved.
I also saw how he used my skill to do that. I was going to ask him but he asked me something first.
"Be my disciple," he asked.