To teach a man how to fight, throw him in the middle of a war, this was the perfect sentence as a young man weaved through the battlefield, blood erupting anywhere he passed.
A hand swung towards Lucian's face with speed but he easily jumped into the air as a leg slammed into the assailants head causing him to disappear into the distance.
Dodging a hand heading for his shoulder, Lucian took a deep breath in as he throw out his hand forwards with all his energy making them pierce into the slave stomach before he violently pulled out as blood and intestines splashed out from the stomach.
The assailants eyes showed horror and regret but Lucian couldn't care less as he looked at his own hand, dripping with blood of the lives he just took. White energy suddenly came out of the dead body drilling into his as he felt his strength increasing once again.
While he might before had to use his teeth to tear his opponent flesh, the him right now could easily pierce his hands through his opponent stomach without much hindrance.
The battle slowly quieted down as the rest of the slaves slowly turned towards him. It seems the rapid killing he's doing finally make them decide to kill him first.
Lucian stared at the slaves his face emotionless. Since when he had came here, not a single word had been exchanged as everyone simply try to kill the other next to them.
A smile of disdain appeared on his face staring at them finally gather together to kill him. But was he afraid?
No. Because with every kill, Lucian's strength is always increasing. But the same couldn't be said for the rest. While they do have incredible endurance, they was no increase in strength and even maybe weakening due to fatigue.
His legs slammed into the ground, a foot print appearing on the land as Lucian shot forward with speed.
Since they were going to fight to death, then why waste time staring at each other's face.
Arriving before the first opponent, his leg drilled through his neck sending the head flying as his chained hands immediately went towards the other slave. A quick swap of them was all he need to make blood erupt from the slaves neck like a tap, as he jumped forward closing in on the rest.
An unholy sight occured in the battlefield as former foes gather together to take out a boy but only found themselves rapidly losing as they were slaughtered violently one by one.
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30 minutes later.
The stench of blood in the air was incredibly strong as blood covered the land like a small river.
In the middle of the river, a young man stood the blood river submerging him to his knees. His raven black hair were covered with blood as his chained hands dripped with blood. Lucian suddenly swung his head behind splashing the blood away from his hair.
His blue eyes shone brightly but were extremely cold to behold. Their blue colour enduring but impossible to hide the gaze of a killer in them.
A notification suddenly rang out in the place.
"The first trial has been completed. You are the first person to complete the trail with an excellent score, as there's none remaining on the battlefield."
"You will now be transferred to the second trial." the monotone voice said as Lucian felt a green light cover him before he disappeared leaving the bloody hell he partly caused behind and also his innocence.
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Lucian opened his eyes regulating them to the sudden light as he discovered his hands were strangely free due to the chains having been removed from him all though the blood still stained his hands as if remembering him of his deeds.
All around him were weapons of different sizes, as the same voice rang into his ears.
"Choose your weapon."
There were different weapons: swords, sabers, katanas, spears, staffs and even some strange weapon that looked cool but he didn't know how they were used.
His hand immediately moved towards the katana as he picked it from the assortments of weapons. He wasn't going to go choose some cool weapon as he didn't know what situation he'll be put in this time. He didn't want to become sorry due to a foolish decision.
Strapping the katana at his waist. The green wave of light covered him as he disappeared from the place.
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Dark.
It was completely dark, as he felt himself straining his eyes to the absolute limit to see his own hands.
"Welcome to the 2nd trial. Rules:
Kill the Phantom creeper.
Reward: Improving your grade from the Infernal Slave to the Infernal Apprentice. Punishment: Death."
Lucian immediately brought out his katana as he stood rooted to where he was not moving a single step. He knew he was at a complete disadvantage here.
Not only was the place extremely dark rendering his sights useless. His opponent could also be anywhere. Any wide movement will only disarray him.
"How many years has passed.."a voice echoed within the dark place as Lucian's eyes suddenly narrowed as he couldn't pinpoint where the voice came from.
The place was oddly quite when he suddenly felt a liquid roll down his face, his hands immediately snapped towards his face as he found a claw mark on his cheeks while blood slowly dripped from it.
Lucian's mind was immediately blown away as he sucked in a deep breath. He didn't understand.
How did a slash mark appear on his face, that he didn't even feel the pain, he wouldn't even be aware if not because he felt something rolling down his cheeks.
"Another slave who is going to die of horror again. It's been a really long time since I've last had someone to play with so don't worry I'll make sure to treat you as you deserve, slave. But before that, why don't you give me some answers, Your death will at lest be swifter, if you answer my question satisfactorily." the voice echoed from all directions making droplets of sweat roll down Lucian's face, from straining his eyes and mind too much all though to the phantom creeper, this was all just too familiar.
"Stop your foolish act slave. I've been in the darkness for more than at least a hundred years. I can see you as clear a day, the sweat droplets on your face, your slowly spiking beating heart, the small hair slowly rising on the back of your neck, the blood drop that will dripped from your hand a second now.
I can see them all. And a thing I hate about being a phantom creeper is just how slow all this things are occuring. There are just too slow for me.
You can stop trying to struggle and instead we can chat a little..."
the voice said as Lucian suddenly strapped back his sword in his sheath and sat down in the bare ground.
"Now that's much like it." the phantom creeper said as he saw Lucian strap his weapon and sat down meekly.
'At least this slave is wiser than the rest' it thought as it disappeared and instantly appeared in front of Lucian as if having teleported, all though Lucian didn't even know it.
Lucian suddenly felt something on his chin and slowly raise his head upwards from their bent position.
"Can you still see me..." the mocking voice echoed as Lucian's eyes widened in fear.