This level of explosion had never been heard on earth ever since it was desserted. The explosion was even better than Marx had expected. The ice that was covered with snow was all blown away.
The entire area was covered with snow that rose more than 100 meters. Anyone seeing this under their right mind could feel that such level of danger in weapons should not be used. Marx was different though. Maybe it was due to the influence of the system.
He also seemed to be seeking disorder the same way the system seeked entropy. Even as the ice shards flew in his direction, he did not plan on closing his eyes. Instead, he opened them to see the beautiful sight.
A smile on his face that made him appear like he was grinning. The explosion caused cracks that spanned hundred of meters in every direction.
The lake though, was not as lucky. It was blown away from the bottom. The bullet did its job perfectly even better than Marx could have expected. The water on the botttom which had not been frozen was blown away in every direction.
Many droplets followed after the ice shards which were after Marx. To Marx, this was one extremely beautiful sight. The same way he had found the sandworms that had been rising into the sky like geysers after him to be beautiful.
Where others saw destruction or death, Marx saw different. It was beautiful. It felt like his heart leaned more on destruction. One thing he did enjoy was killing beasts. He had killed hundreds but he was yet to kill a human.
To him from what he had learned, in this life it was kill or be killed. Marx had come to make it his Number 1 rule to repay any death threat to him with death. He did not find killing a human like a big deal. As long as one crossed him to his limit, he would not mind killing them.
The limit Marx was speaking about was inexistent. If one managed to anger him by threatening his values, that was his limit and he would not think twice in order to get rid of the person.
Even as the ice shards and blocks followed after him, he welcomed them. They could not damage him in the slightest. Marx did not realize that he was slowly losing his human heart.
All those moments he experienced near death situations made him lose a piece of his heart. The moment he made a vow to get stronger so that no one would get in his way, he would another piece.
It was such that he could pass along a person in trouble and fail to help them even when it was within his ability. What Marx needed was to get out of Earth and meet the outside world. After that, reign over them and show them who the God was.
Some ice shards cut through his skin but it was like they hit a wall because they either got crashed or rebounded. The ice blocks did little to no damage. They even felt like they were just normal punches to him but in real sense, they were enough to break two or three ribs.
"Whuu!" Marx shouted on top of his voice enjoying the moment. He felt like he should do that several time. He laughed maniacally as another ice shard shot at his chest only to cause a small scratch.
Marx had his hands opened. He was falling but he did not seem to care. He stabilized himself midair and he fell on his feet. He landed and this caused some cracks to form. He realized that there was a change in his stats.
He did not even bother to look at what he had done. Since he had killed that sandworm's foetuses, it was like he had lost himself losing another piece of his heart. He needed to know what was going on on his body. All he needed to check were his stats. He felt like he was stronger...
[Strentgh- 3.0
Speed- 3.5
Agility- 1.9
Reaction- 2.1
Stamina- 2.5
Coordination- 2.0
Intelligence- 5.1]
Marx had wondered how he had easily managed to stabilize himself midair but it was obvious that his agility had risen up. Even though it was the weakest, it was still better than before. It seemed that his intelligence would not be rising anytime soon. To rise his intelligence, he needed to have a mental breakthrough.
One could ask why he had not evaded the ice shards whereas his reaction had increased but the answer was simple, he was turning into a masochist and pain was one of the things he was beginning to enjoy.
It felt like he needed to feel more pain. From his realization, he could easily increase his stats when he was in pain. Maybe only he could think this way. Many would opt for the normal designated way.
Marx had just underestimated how much he had gained from the past mission. It turned out that if he continued taking such missions, he would increase his stats before the three remaining months ended.
He returned his gaze back to what was going on. He had even forgotten that there were ice shards and blocks bombarding into him. He did not even flinch. He stared at his actions and he let out another maniacal laugh.
What would happen if he experienced that again? His heart beat erratically. His blood flowing faster through the veins. But who could have though that his laugh would be cut short? What happened next ruined his mood.
In his laugh, he even closed his eyes with his hands open as if welcoming the ice shards and blocks to fall on him. Snow was also faliing on him giving his hair some white patches.
It was at this moment that something black as if by calculation shot from a patch of water. It moved at a great speed such that it was not easy to make out what it was. But one could not miss its destination.
It was heading to no other part but his agape mouth. One could see it wagging its tail as if to propel it to its destination. Marx was still laughing with his eyes closed. Even the ice blocks that had come at his face, he had not bothered to evade them.
Even as the fish was few millimeters away from his mouth, he did not evade it. It fit perfectly into his rounded mouth and Tried to push its way forward.
In that instant, marx felt a different smell. It was almost close to indiscernible but as the fish entered his mouth, he smelled something fishy. But it was too late. The fish found its way and even tried to push its way down his throat.
He angrily pulled it activating Viscous Palms. He had an annoyed expression as he stared at the fish. It tried to wriggle itself out but how coul it possibly manage to.
Viscous Palms were like a sticky glue. Nothing could pull his hand from whatever he was holding unless he let go by releasing the skill. The fish wrestled but it stopped after realizing that its actions were futile.
It was just increasing the air consimption and it was outside the water so it was unable to breathe. In the end it died in Marx's palm. Marx had glared at the fish from the moment he had it in his palm until it died.
He had enjoyed seeing it struggle to set itself free. He did not set his eyes off of it until it became still. This was after a minute though. Even after it stopped he waited another one minute when he was sure that it was dead.
He had lost count of how many times he had spat. Even as he was sure it was dead he spat once again and again that his throat ran dry. It had its eyes open staring into nothingness. After he confirmed that the fish was dead, he lowered his hand and took a proper look at his actions.
Cracks spanning over a kilometer spread from lake in all directions. The water that had spluttered on the surface was rapidly freezing. Numerous numbers of fish all on the ice.
They tried to scramble into the ponds of water but they were turned to ice very quick. This left more than enough fish for him toneat for days. People said there were numerous ways to kill a rat. One could poison it or set up traps for them. Maybe even burning the house was still an applicable method.
Marx had gone for the latter. He had blown up the lake. He looked around and his eyes landed on the gun. It appeared to glow in his eyes such that his eyes shone with stars when he looked at it.
It felt like the gun was inviting him to play with it again. It seemed like it too enjoyed blowing up places. The two were a perfect match. Marx let go of the fish and went for the gun.
He did not even mind as he walked in the edge of a crack without care. He finally reached it and bent to pick it. It was impossible for him to use one hand and he had to use both hands.
He held it on his elbows like his baby.
"My baby," he spoke calmly caressing the gun. He had an adorable look towards the gun like it was a true baby.
He felt like blowing off another area but he held himself back. He would be nothing but a mad man if he resorted to using his strength this way.
"Take the gun back," Marx spoke and the gun disappeared. His gaze changed like a father who had been separated from his daughter. But it was for the best. He just could not calm his racing thoughts.
Marx turned to look at his backpack and Jerry but he instantly regretted his previous action. In a moment of irrationality, he had blown away the lake without care for Jerry. Was Jerry not the one he wanted to fish for?
What use was the fish if Jerry was dead? He felt like smacking his head on the ice. Why did he never think about the next instance after his actions? He scanned around and in a distance, he saw the straps backpack at the edge of the lake.
Numerous ice blocks on the backpack...