(Damn it, he is using our attacks against us. Let's attack at the same time,) one of the tens of kids fighting Royale shouted, while backing away.
Upon hearing his shout, all the kids stopped attacking at once and gathered to form a circle.
Meanwhile, Royale, who was effortlessly sidestepping the incoming range of attacks, also halted, his callous crimson eyes nonchalantly observing the tens of kids whispering to each other.
(Is this the difference between those in the nemesis rankings and us?) one of the kids muttered dispiritedly.
(Screw it! Aren't we all the same... A false God experimental? Then why?) another frustratedly said.
(It's not that we are weak. It's simply that the {Sept-Nemesis} are beyond monstrous, especially the ranked 1, "Callous", who is rumored to have broken into the evolutionary path even before the age of ten,) a skinny kid clarified, adjusting his specs. (It's just that I never thought we would run into him, even though according to my calculations, the chances should have been slim,) he further added.
(Damn your calculations, nerd! We wouldn't have gotten into this mess if it weren't for your incompetence,) the angry kid bellowed, pointing his fingers at the bespectacled kid.
(How is it my fault? Remember, if it weren't for you who picked the wrong target to vent your frustrations, we wouldn't have been in this mess, Jack,) the bespectacled guy retorted.
(Damn nerd, you—) Yet before the raging Jack could continue, his sentence was cut short by a deafening voice, "ENOUGH!"
Turning around, a tall and muscular kid could be seen at the back, frowning at their charade . It's quite unusual for a kid who is barely ten to be so masculine, but that's just how it is!
Under the intimidating aura of the muscular kid, the group of kids surrounding Royale went silent, fear gripping their hearts more than when facing against the ranked Nemesis. Nonetheless, these kids will soon understand who they should be more afraid of.
While they were arguing among themselves, a chilling voice suddenly interrupted their nonsensical chat. (You're indeed fit to be their leader. The aura emanating from you was also on the cusp of a breakthrough. I really wonder what kind of position you hold in the '99 False-god experimentals'.) Shifting their attention towards the source, they met a pair of crimson eyes that had been patiently watching their irrelevant argument in those pair of eyes.
(I am rock, Greetings, apex one. Your praise is quite flattering. I only hold the 30th position among the false-god experimentals, which is quite irrelevant compared to your grand status as the apex of all the abominations created by by that insane madman!) The muscular leader, who had taken a back seat until now, even when his subordinates were fighting a life-and-death battle with the scarlet-haired boy, bowed and respectfully greeted the supposed 'enemy'.
Meanwhile, his subordinates were shocked by their leader's uncharacteristic display. Instead of seeking revenge on the guy who toyed with them, their leader bowed to the enemy. This caused the angry Jake to become even more enraged at their leader's humiliating display. He shudderingly questioned, (Leader... Why? Why would you?) Yet again, he was cut off, (Shut up! You should be glad that he didn't outright kill you,) the muscular kid snapped, his voice breaking the sound barriers.
(WHAT?) Upon receiving a reprimand from his leader, Jack felt confused and unable to comprehend his words any longer.
After scolding his disobedient subordinate, the masculine kid returned to his bowing posture and said, (I apologize for my subordinate's unethical behavior. Now, if you'll excuse us.) With that, he used a substantial amount of his "saving points" to instantly teleport himself and his subordinates to another part of the island, leaving Royale still standing nonchalantly in the now empty training room...
Shifting his gaze, Royale refocused his attention on pushing his limits and maximizing the training field that could test one's extreme limits. All while Unknowingly muttering to himself, (As expected of one of my strongest generals in the past. He knows when to retreat in the face of unsolvable danger. Even as a kid, his cautious nature didn't seem to have changed much from before. Although his distinctive mercilessness, second only to mine, didn't seem to have manifested yet. Is it because his subordinates are still alive? Unlike previously, where his subordinates died due to a quest failure occurring in one of their missions, triggering rock's inverted metamorphosis, which caused him to desperately break through the rankings, later even becoming the 5th ranked nemesis,) his voice quietly echoed.
Suddenly, red chains sprang out of thin air, aiming for his solar plexus. However, Royale didn't just succumb to the inevitable. A blazing aura shrouded his being, searing the air.
Activating his flight mode, he leapt into the ether, evading the incoming grip of the nightmarish chains. As he ascended, he vocalized {True fire - Hell Descendence}!
[Initiating the source = True Fire, unleashing the Innate ability = Hell Descendance]
Instantaneously, the dark room lit up with an amalgamation of code particles of pure flame. Soon, the fiery formulas converged at a foca6 point, shaping themselves into a hellish blaze of distortion. Meanwhile, the red shackles multiplied, directly rebounding in the direction Royale was floating. However, just as they neared him, a hellish explosion engulfed the training room, unleashing an annihilative blaze to descend, obliterating the approaching red shackles and scorched the metallic floor of the room black as ink.
Amidst the flames, Royale quietly looked at his own art of destruction, his mumbling voice barely audible. (Quite a lousy effect compared to the true power of my ability - Hell Descendence. Well, what can you expect from a fake power forcibly manifested through the 'amplification aspect' of this training room that can tests the limits of an individual's power output to a certain extent? Really, Should I praise the mind-boggling creativity of that madman, which can even amplify an individual's power output by an entire evolutionary stage, or should I loathe it for being the cause of one of my worst nightmares in my previous timeline?) A ridiculing laugh escaped as the hellish blaze intensified.
(Well, it doesn't matter now anyway. Returning to my previous contemplation. What should I do? Should I help him? But if I intervene too much, things might start to deviate from the 'original happenings'. Besides, because of his destiny changing, what if he didn't become what he should have been previously?
No, I shouldn't have such thoughts. why the fuck should I give a darn about fate deviation! Didn't I promise myself? If I was given a second chance, I will do everything in my power to prioritize changing mine and my 'friends' inevitable fate. I can't let the 'events' unfold in a repeated playback. I... I... I need to change and at the same time, I need to change everything. For that to happen, I need to devise a meticulous plan to control the 'events' about to unfold in the future and use my knowledge accordingly. To do that, first, I need to escape from this cage of death known as Geas CD.) His voice echoed like a demonic chant, causing his crimson eyes to ominously gleam amidst the blazing hell.
His murmurs persisted, now tinged with uncertainty. (Nevertheless, despite all this, if I still can't overcome the "inheritor of the heavens" - {the Order in Chaos}, then all my efforts and struggles will be in meaningless.)🔥