Huff... huff... huff.. The man gasped for air his chest rising and falling erratically as he struggled to comprehend the scene before him. He staggered back a step, his eyes wide with disbelief. You... how are you still breathing You should be dead by now No one has ever survived after being tortured by Crucio this long, especially not without any magic...His voice trembled each word laced with the tremors of fear and confusion.
The boy lay crumpled on the cold, unforgiving floor of the dark, dingy room. His breathing was shallow, each agonizing breath tearing through his battered chest like shards of glass. Blood seeped from countless wounds, pooling around his broken body, mingling with the dirt and grime beneath him. His clothes, once whole, were now nothing more than tattered rags clinging to his bruised and bloodied skin.
Every inch of him screamed in pain, but the boy's mind was consumed by a single, all-encompassing thought: Kill. Kill. Kill. The words echoed through his mind like a relentless drumbeat, driving him to the edge of madness. He had never felt such hatred such burning, seething anger as he did for the man standing over him. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but he knew one thing with absolute certainty he would kill this man.
The boy's once beautiful silver eyes were now bloodshot and filled with a terrifying red hue, a reflection of the blood that drenched his face. Blood trickled from his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, pooling around him and giving him the appearance of a vengeful spirit risen from the depths of hell. His eyes, burning with an intense killing intent, locked onto the man's, drilling into his soul with a gaze that promised retribution.
Move... please... just this once... move... The boy's mind screamed as he desperately tried to command his broken body to obey. The paralyzing spell had long since worn off, but his muscles refused to respond. Every fiber of his being burned with the effort, but still, he couldn't move. All he could do was stare at the man, his body trembling from the strain of his efforts, each attempt to move sending fresh waves of agony through his already shattered form.
The man stared back, his trembling lips betraying the fear that was creeping up his spine. The boy should be dead no one had ever withstood this much pain, this much torment, and survived. Yet here he was, a living testament to an indomitable will, still trying to stand, still trying to fight.
"What... what are you" the man whispered, his voice barely audible as he tried to reconcile the boy's terrifying resilience with the broken, bloodied body before him.
The boy's eyes flared with a fire that even the depths of his torment couldn't extinguish. He didn't answer, couldn't answer, but his gaze spoke volumes a promise of death, a vow that this man would pay for every moment of suffering.
The man's heart pounded in his chest, each beat a deafening reminder that he was still alive, still vulnerable. The room seemed to close in around him, the weight of the boy's gaze pressing down on him, suffocating him. Sweat dripped from his brow, his hands shaking as he reached for the door, desperate to put distance between himself and the boy.
But even as he turned to leave, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake. This boy this nameless, broken boy was far more dangerous than he had ever imagined. And the man knew, deep down, that this was far from over.
The man's fear, which had been gnawing at him, quickly turned into a desperate resolve. He couldn't leave this boy alive not now, not ever. The boy's defiance, his unnatural survival, had crossed a line. The man could already see the boy in his nightmares, haunting him for the rest of his days. No, he needed to end this here and now, before the boy could become something far more dangerous.
"I don't know what kind of freak you are, but I won't let you live. You'll haunt no one, least of all me the man hissed he used every last magic particle he have in reserve his voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination. His hand began to glow with a sickly, dark energy, a spell designed to obliterate any trace of life, to ensure that nothing of the boy would remain.
He stepped closer, the dark energy crackling around his fingertips, but as he reached out to deliver the final blow, something unexpected happened.
The boy's left hand twitched, and the dark ring with a bat symbol on its a ring he had always worn from childhood to now began to glow a deep, ominous red. The glow grew brighter, pulsating with an eerie energy that seemed to resonate with the very blood that stained the ground.
Before the man could react, spikes suddenly manifested from the ring, piercing the boy's fingers. The pain was sharp, immediate, but it was not the pain that caught the boy's attention it was the sensation that followed. A strange, warm liquid began to flow from the spikes into his body. It wasn't blood, at least not in the way the boy understood it. It felt... ancient, powerful, something far beyond his comprehension.
The boy's heart pounded in his chest as the mysterious substance coursed through his veins, filling him with a strength he hadn't felt before. The agony that had consumed him began to fade, replaced by a new sensation something darker, more potent.
The man noticed the change in the boy's eyes first. The once bloodshot orbs seemed to darken further, the crimson hue intensifying, glowing with an unnatural light. The man's heart skipped a beat, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. Something was very, very wrong.
"What... what is this" the man stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he took an involuntary step back. The dark energy in his hand faltered, flickering as his concentration wavered. The boy, who should have been on the brink of death, was somehow... changing.
The ring continued to pulse with that eerie red glow, and with each pulse, the boy's breathing grew steadier, his body no longer trembling with pain but with something else entirely power. The man could feel it in the air, a palpable shift that made his skin crawl.
But before he could react, before he could unleash his final attack, the boy's eyes snapped up to meet his, filled with a terrifying, unholy light.
"You... you shouldn't have done that," the boy's voice was barely a whisper, yet it echoed in the man's ears like a death knell.
The man's heart pounded in his chest, fear gripping him with icy claws. This was no longer the boy he had been torturing this was something else, something far more dangerous. And as the realization dawned on him, he knew that his mistake had sealed his fate.
The boy felt an unfamiliar surge of power rising within him, a force he had never felt before. It was as though something deep within him had awakened.
Ding!
[Congratulations to the host for awakening the skill BLOOD CONTROL]
suddenly a sound clicked in boys head but he didn't paid any attention all he have in his mind now.is to kill this man
Without warning, all the blood that had pooled on the floor, as well as the blood soaking his battered body, began to rise. It defied gravity, lifting off the ground and out of his wounds, swirling in the air around him. For a brief moment, the crimson liquid hovered, suspended in the air.
The boy's eyes flashed with a newfound determination as he let out a primal scream, "GOOOOOOOOOOO!"
He didn't fully understand what was happening, but he instinctively knew that this was the right thing to do.
Ding!
[Congratulations to the host for awakening the skill BLOOD BULLET]
[Congratulations to the host for upgrading skill BLOOD BULLET → MULTIPLE BLOOD BULLETS]
As the notifications echoed in his mind, the blood suspended in the air began to harden, transforming into small, deadly objects crimson shards that resembled gleaming rubies. Time seemed to freeze for a second, the blood-shards hanging in the air like the calm before a storm.
The man's eyes widened in disbelief. He had felt a creeping sense of dread the moment he saw the blood defy gravity, but now, as he realized what the boy was doing, terror gripped him. His hands trembled as he tried to hasten his spell, but the fear had made him clumsy.
It was too late.
In a flash, more than thirty blood bullets shot through the air with a speed that surpassed any conventional weapon. The sound of their impact echoed through the room Pukk! Pukk! Pukk! Pukk!" as the deadly projectiles struck the man with ruthless precision.
Each hit was like a hammer blow, sending the man reeling, his body jerking violently under the assault. The pain was immediate and overwhelming, ripping through him as his life drained away with every crimson droplet.
The boy, his strength fading fast, watched through blurred vision as the man crumpled to the ground. The rush of adrenaline that had kept him conscious was gone, leaving him drained. The room spun, his vision darkened, and the boy's world slipped into unconsciousness.