20 Alternative Life (1/2)

”As I suspected”, the person said as he grasped the neck of a well-endowed female.

The voluptuous woman squirmed and s.h.i.+vered in terror as she tried to escape from the iron grip of the man in front of her. Despite being the same Rank, there was a large gap between their powers as he could easily overwhelm her. At first, she felt lucky to have met such devilishly handsome men.

Upon being subdued, she attempted to seduce him to no avail. In fact, just like the previous one, her attempt at seduction disgusted them to the point that if they had arousal, it instantly died.

He looked at her in disgust. How he originally died was at the hands of a seductive woman who had an appearance leagues above her while in bed. He thought that she had truly loved him but alas he died during in intercourse from a blade she gripped while he was off guard. Refusing to allow the same thing to happen, he swore celibacy which would cause many females to despair if they knew as he had an incredibly handsome appearance. Unlike the other Dukes who had wallowed in their Sin which represented their vices, he decided to ruminate and learn from his past mistakes.

”How are you so strong?”, she managed to mutter as his grip threatened to collapse her throat. If he was this formidable, he should've already defeated the Diabolic One yet he had not which meant there was more to the situation than she could comprehend.

The pale-faced youth smirked in response. The dazzling visage which resulted nearly caused her to forget the situation she was in.

”Unlike you, I have transcended my Sin”

He then threw the d.u.c.h.ess against the wall which due to being fleshy, cus.h.i.+oned her impact slightly.

Taking her Sin Qualification and the Purgatory Shard, he then sneered, ”Can't have an annoying Marquis stealing my present”

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Atlas frowned as he still desired to continue using Soul Imbuement. There were still innumerable souls which he could extract soul energy from but he could not continue doing so as he would be interrupted by the people rus.h.i.+ng towards him. Irritated by the Demon n.o.bles, he could only store the souls near him.

Displeased by their disturbance, he grudgingly decided to use them to test his newfound strength. As they clearly had enmity with him and he knew he was superior at least in terms of individual strength, he would not back.

Pulling out the Crescent Messenger, he loaded an arrow. Imitating Kamui, he unleashed the lunar blast which separated into individual projectiles numbering in the thousands. Due to his lacking archery skill and aim, the trajectory was off and most of the arrows missed. It didn't matter though as due to the quant.i.ty, many n.o.bles were still shot and maimed by the onslaught.

Many n.o.bles were caught off guard and every Baron and Viscount who had been successfully shot instantly perished.

With swift and precise movements, he then began to crush the stronger Demon n.o.bles. As he had the strength of a Demon Duke, only those at or above the Earl Rank could contest his slaughter. Testing out an idea he had, he decided to circulate blood flow while fighting. His blows would be strengthened by his Blood Manipulation and would damage his opponent's blood vessels.

[Technique Learned: Inflammation Infliction]

With a single blow, a Count's body started to swell up like a balloon before exploding. The effects of his new technique varied as Barons would immediately explode while Earls would only receive a swollen tumor. With the excess bloodshed, he began to pa.s.sively absorb the blood as he continually slaughtered one n.o.ble after another.

”If we kill him, the Diabolic One would surely reward us”, a Baron croaked clearly fearing for his life and trying to entice people to stall Itsuki.

”Are you f.u.c.king stupid? He can probably kill the Diabolic One”, a Count retorted.

”We'll see about that. I've asked my liege the Duke to help”, the Marquis who had been fighting the monk previously declared.

As he deftly dodged Itsuki's blows, he attempted to sever Itsuki's hand. Upon contact with his wrist, the Marquis screamed in pain as his entire arm exploded.

Atlas shook his head inwardly. If his hand was disrupting blood vessels then the source would clearly be the radial artery.

The monk of great standing watched amused as Itsuki stomped on the Earls as if they were ants. Ruthless as always, he thought.

”A mere human dares to disrupt my banquet?”, someone bellowed.

”A mere human? For a demon, you think really highly of humans”, Atlas retorted.

If someone like him was considered the average human, then what would every other human be considered? Utter trash? Ants? Pebbles?

”YOU DARE TO TALK BACK TO A DUKE!?”, the person said.

[Trial of Envy Inflicted]

Once again, his vision began to distort. The h.e.l.lscape before him warped into one which instigated his past memories.