Chapter 167: Prison Life (1/2)
Opening my eyes, I turned to the hundreds of Peak Realm of truth before walking away. Zanris would be my first. She would make a perfect demon, but I wonder what type of demon she will be. She is a dark elf, so she should still retain her elven heritage as a demon.
Taking my leave, I began forming contracts with hundreds of men and women bound by chains. None of them were even remotely as powerful as Zanris, but they were at the peak of the Realm of Truth or powerful mages, giving me tons of room to plan.
Licking my lips at the feast, I will have. I slowly faded back into the darkness, similar to a demon. I began wandering the halls watching the lifeless looks within many of the prisoner's eyes. I had destroyed about half of this prison with my flames, but they were still plenty of space as the warden began cramming multiple people in.
”Lucifers ass, I wish I had better control of my nose. This is worse than a sewer, I complained, covering my nose as I continued on.
”Bro, clean your ass, fuck. You smell like horse shit. ”
”Fuck you, clean it for me then. ”
”THE FUCK?”
”Bitch you heard me! I got the je...”
”Time to go,” I stated, turning straight around, not daring to wonder anymore. I was done.... this is not fun at all. Prison Life was hell, but one thing I did noticed was it was deeply segregated between races, with humans being oddly enough at the bottom. While there were more humans within the prison, they lacked in many areas as they needed time to grow while Elves and other creatures were born with superior traits.
But one thing I had regarded, Zanris was the second true elf I met, with Silvia being the first. She was a true pureblood while everyone else was mixed with something.
Making my way back to my cell, I sighed. Why did I think this was a good idea? I would rather be doing trials than this? Why do people not kill themselves having to live here? Is life here that good? Living throughout years stuck behind walls? We all have to die, so why torture yourself when there is a way out?
”You Arsene?” someone asked from behind as I turned to look at the large brawny man towering over me as though I was a child.
”A giant? Fuck did you kill your mother coming out? How the hell can you be so big.”
”I did, actually, but that's beside the point Vexioe wish's a word.” He said with a ruthless grimace as I eyed the various tattoos around his body. Yet again, I saw those markings.
”I'm going to pass,” I weakly said, shivering, ”I have seen things... I need a few days. ”
Snorting, the Giant sneered, flashing his brown teeth filled with golden plack as thick as a newborn's arm. ”It wasn't a request, boy.” He coldly spat as his body began to radiate the Aura of someone at the Gate of Death.
Sensing the Aura of Death emanating from his body, I narrowed my eyes, smiling with a hint of bloodlust. Raising my palm, spear intent began to fill the air as he opened his eyes wide. I could see a hint of tears streaming down as my spear intent began already piercing into his eyes.
”You!!!” he roared as a powerful battle intent began to fill this foul prison. ”YOU DARE CHALLENGE ME!!!”
None of the guards interfered as most of them were around the peak of LIfe gate, but even then, looking at the clear amusement, I knew they would not interfere even if they could.
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Activating my eye technique, my sight began to warp as I stared into the giant before me, glaring daggers into my skull. Clenching his fist, his body began to blur as my eyes tracked his every movement. Watching as his tattoos glimmered, I prepared myself for the unexpected.
With a slight movement of my body, I dodged like a leaf in the wind. I did not know why, but what should have been a challenging battle didn't seem like much as I began weaving through the various strikes that could kill me with the slightest touch.
Gate of Death, in contrast to the Realm of Life that would give you a powerful vitality, raised your physical strength so much your body would begin to break down due to its power. Hence why many called it the Gate of Death. It was a dangerous stage that improved your battle prowess so much but at a price.
Yet before my eyes, the Gaint was a child as I simply read all his movements like a book. Feeling my left eye beginning to pulse, I smiled as fangs began to spring up from my lips.
”Silly little insect. Did you think your power was enough?” I whispered as the spear intent around my fingers began to overflow from my body. Like a bolt of lightning, my arm slammed into the giant's chest, blasting him away.
BOOOOOOOM!!!!!
”AAAAHHHH,” He bellowed as he slammed into a cell denting the bars. A vicious light appeared as he looked down at his smoking chest that had not even penetrated his skin. Frowning at my level of power, I sighed,
”In the end, I am still at the peak of Gate of Man...At least for now. with the number of souls I have, I should have another break, though within a few days.”
Pushing Soulforce into my body, I entered a state of enlightenment, trying to comprehend more about spear intent. Since my intent did not come from the heavens, my spear intent was severely lacking. However, even though I didn't have Dragonsbane using my arm as a spear, I shot towards the giant raining strikes over his body.
”AAAAAAAA Stop dodging coward!!!” he roared as his fist came crashing down towards my head. Twirling at the heals of my feet, I twisted around his strike, leaping into the air as my finger suddenly plunged into his left eyes.
Bursting into laughter as blood gushed over my arm, I kicked off his face ripping his eye from its sockets as I enjoyed the sweet songs of his screams. Crushing his eye, I roared in hysteria, feeling a worthy challenge.