Slowly, the head of the angel slid from his neck, blood staining the floor as he collapsed to his knees, life slipping away as his reality darkened.
Cyrus stared at the angels with an emotionless face, devoid of remorse. He could see fear flickering in their eyes like a candle's light.
The muscular angel tightened his fist, drawing motivation from an unknown source, replacing fear with determination.
"Don't just stand there, attack him!" he ordered.
With his yell, boom, two angels dashed forward, and the mage sent a blast of flame towards Cyrus. But for Cyrus, it was child's play. He effortlessly dodged the flames, which tore through the wall, then squatted and swiftly slashed one angel in half at the waist.
Kweuk'
The other angel charged at Cyrus, but Cyrus anticipated his move, driving his dagger into the angel's abdomen, causing blood to gush out of his mouth while falling dead like a weightless doll.
"What the heck... Keep firing!" yelled the muscular angel.
The angels relentlessly attacked, sending bursts of flames at Cyrus, who dodged with ease, to the left, right and even backfliping. When the final flame was unleashed, Cyrus disappeared like thin air.
[Skill Activated: Cloak]
"Uh? He has abilities?" exclaimed the mage angel. In a flash, Cyrus reappeared in front of him, slashing off his hands.
Aaarghh" The angel fell to his knees, screaming in pain as blood poured from his wrists.
'I was right, we're going to die,' thought the slender angel as he launched chains engulfed in purple flames at Cyrus.
'Stay in one place and die... P... please', thought the muscular angel, his facade portraiting fear and sweat.
Cyrus smirked and rotated his body like a force of nature, evading the chains effortlessly. With a swift motion, he projected his dagger at the chain commanding angel, piercing his chest and ending his attacks.
-{You have utilized magic to levitate dagger}
-{please name this skill: ????}
Cyrus smirked and muttered "Dagger throw"
The dagger reappeared in Cyrus's hand as he surveyed the battlefield, five dead angels behind him. Only two remained.
The muscular angel trembled, realizing they were outmatched by a boss he had thought was weak beyond weak.
But not compared to the one beside him. For Cyrus, this fight was the true definition of warm-up, because not a single attack had touched him.
"Have you tried copying his ability?" he asked the other angel.
Before he could reply, Cyrus spoke, his voice cold and menacing.
"What are your ranks?" he demanded.
The muscular angel stuttered, "B... B... B-ranks."
"Well, from an E-rank boss perspective, you're weak."
With a kaboom, Cyrus dashed past them, leaving behind a trail of destruction, an x-photo beam of his dagger. Their heads fell to the ground as blood enveloped them.
Cyrus sighed as he walked out of the room when the door opened, feeling overpowered. But he knew these were weak opponents, they were not even a quarter of Mongrel.
"Mongrel... I can't wait," he muttered, whistling as he left the dungeon.
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Cyrus could be seen on the scattered beds, sleeping like a lifeless being. However, he jolted up from bed when he realized it was already morning.
He palmed his forehead and, abruptly, the telephone beside his bed rang. Uh?", he picked it up and a female's voice came in from the other side.
"Hi, if I'm speaking with Cyrus, my boss is asking for your presence, and he would like you to meet at the Nerd Freelancer association"
Cyrus plopped his face. If he heard right, he heard Nerd's name in the content of association. "Uuh, you mean Nerd the summoned human?"
"Yes, Mr Cyrus... The boss needs you"
"Ohkay, I'll be there in a few minutes", said Cyrus.
"Okay Mr Cyrus, should I perhaps send your lift now?"
Cy faced palmed himself and corrected himself in a way the receptionist would understand. "No, maybe in the next few hours."
"Okay Mr. Cyrus, oh, Boss says you should get decent clothes from the Nerd Clothing Association, a decent one"
With that, the call ended and Cy was not just shocked, but also surprised and confused. He sauntered towards his bathroom and stopped at the mirror. Glancing at himself, he muttered.
"Decent clothes? Hmph, guess Nerd is a nerd, hmph, Nerd clothing association"
In a few minutes, Cy could be seen in a huge clothing store, different buyers occupied everywhere and Cy couldn't even decide which to pick.
"Excuse me, are you Mr Cyrus?", said a female adorned in a black suit behind the counter.
"Yes, I am... Cyrus is the best friend of Nerd", said Cyrus jovially.
Truly having a rich friend was one unexpected thing Cy had ever encountered. Nerd isn't even done with school yet and he's already got two companies.
"If I could ask Mr Cyrus, what color would you prefer for your clothing style?"
Cy placed his finger on his lip like a child, he glanced around and fell his eyes on his black sleeve shirt. "Black?", said Cyrus... 'suits my personality too', thought Cyrus.
The female led Cy to a room where he saw different black clothing. They were all too good, but he had the feeling he had gotta pick two out most.
"Please pick your choice, Mr. Cyrus, Boss wouldn't mind the number"
Cy smirked and rubbed his hands together in a devious manner and voiced out jovially with a slow voice.
"Hehe.... Gimme all"
Overall, Cy couldn't wait to see Nerd because now, he's got one hell of questions to ask his buddy. Starting from why he called him and where in the world did he get two associations?