"I will kill them all!"
This logical conclusion dawned on him, despite the considerable risk it entailed. His body and mind reached an equilibrium, allowing him to contemplate the implementation of this idea.
"He thought that the remnants of those who had once wanted him to destroy them, as well as the monster before him, also desired his destruction."
"My dear Theos, here's a glimpse of divine power. Make sure you amuse me to the utmost of your ability."
"Come on, put your heart into it."
"Don't let me get bored."
Step by step, he ran in the direction of his designated enemy, whose voice irritated him more and more; his speed increased at a frenzied pace.
To him, all of this was just a tasteless masquerade—what was divine about that ? He had decided to kill her, to wring her neck, and to destroy her.
To her, all of this was normal. She wanted to see this boy at the height of his power, to have fun with him, to reincarnate him.
He decided to focus on one thing to drown his anger: to give free rein to his rage.
He knew he was about to die.
The undead suddenly appeared in front of him at a reasonable distance, their speed seemed unnatural to him.
"Are you going to keep hiding behind those things?" The boy could no longer hide his impatience and swung his right foot to the left as soon as the first undead was within range.
The blow knocked the undead down, and the resulting wave sent the other undead tumbling back into line.
But something was wrong, and that feeling grew in his heart.
"Did you notice that? The newer they are, the more alive they seem." The girl smiled as she stated this fact; everything she said or did was meant to torment the boy from a safe distance.
But it wasn't just that. Because some of the undead were slow, there was a slight shift in the boy's perception, and he could no longer trust his sense of time.
He wondered how long it had been.
"Remember the lesson." The girl admonished him with a smile that only served to irritate the boy. As she disappeared behind the growing number of undead, she added, "Is that how you're going to get to me?"
The boy yelled at her to shut up.
He knew that his only way out was death—whether she killed him, the undead devoured him, or his body collapsed under its own weight. He didn't understand the power the girl had used on him to break his limits; no, it went far beyond that. It wasn't just his own limits he felt liberated from; it was ephemeral.
His blood circulated faster, his blood vessels burst one after another, his heart rate was much higher than normal, and the amount of information his brain could process had also increased.
All his senses, his strength, his speed, his vision—he could feel that it was beyond the definition of human. He was in a position of strength, he thought, and his enemy was deliberately provoking him.
Before he surely died, he wanted to kill her.
To fight his way through the horde, he compressed his muscles to unleash explosive speed to reach her.
He crushed everything—the undead in his path. Not slowing down, he had no value for comparison, but he knew that the speed at which he moved was not athletically possible. He did not know what the maximum speed he could reach in this state was. He was no longer surprised that he had just rushed at his enemy.
Suddenly, as he crushed the undead in his path, an enormous pressure was added. The unpleasant sensation of weight pressed down on every part of his body.
His body temperature was so high that natural regulation had disappeared. This time, he felt like a knot in his stomach—the sensation made him want to vomit, so he stopped dead in his tracks.
This sudden change in speed tested his body, and blood began to flow from some pores in his skin.
"Have you finally figured it out?"
"All those living corpses you are destroying without remorse to get to me were actually people, and their bodies can no longer sustain life. But where are their spirits? In this state, you should be able to see them."
The girl started to laugh—such an innocent, sincere laugh.
Eerie halos gradually appeared in the boy's field of vision, but these halos were rather the result of his mind's attempt to give shape to what surrounded him in addition to the undead.
"Among those you slaughtered without remorse may have been your friends! Your acquaintances and neighbors!"
The halos, as if in unison, emitted unpleasant sounds as they expressed their resentment.
Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us! Kill us!
Kill!
Kill them! Kill us! Kill them! Kill them! Kill us! Kill them! Kill them! Kill us! Kill them! Kill them! Kill us! Kill them! Kill them! Kill us! Kill them! Kill them! Kill us! Kill them! Kill them! Kill us! Kill them! Kill them! Kill us! Kill them! Kill!
Kill!
Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me?
Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me!
Kill!
Save us! Save us! Save us! Save us! Save us! Save us! Save us! Save us! Save us! Save us! Save us! Save us! Save us! Save us! Save us! Save us!
They were moaning and groaning, blood-curdling sounds mingled with the din of the undead—a hellish vision worthy of a horror movie.
He felt heavy.
"Theos!
Theos!"