Chapter 184: Self-Reflection (1/2)

Although the genderless voice rang out in his mind, again and again, providing him with some kind of information. Tyler's mind did not process it as he could hardly care what the fuck it was saying. His mind was calm yet raging and he was only focused on one thing. That was simply to kill every one of the impudent intruders without fail.

He had no intentions of letting them escape, neither did he plan to even give them a chance to revive. For what they've done here today, only one thing kept repeating itself in his head over and over and over again. Such that it was beginning to shape his mindset.

'Make them suffer, make them wish they were dead. Then, grant their wish in the most pain-filled way possible.'

He didn't know whose voice that was but it seemed like it might've been his own inner thoughts. Was his mind this warped and far gone that he had lost most of his humanity? Or was this something that had always been inside him all along and he had just been too afraid to let it out?

He wouldn't know.

Now, however, all he could think of was ways to make these three suffer. He lacked the power to absolutely dominate them. To show them fear the likes of which they would never recover from. This was why he still needed to remain calm and calculating.

He couldn't let his rage prevent him from killing these vermins, after all, one of them was quite strong and had a strong soul that indicated he possessed a countless number of skills. To achieve what he aimed to do, he needed more power. Not in the form of skills that he couldn't understand fully, but raw and absolute power that would blow away any form of resistance. Power that would drive men insane.

'Yes, that's it. More, just a little more.'

Tyler's eyes suddenly widened as he just heard his own inner voice mumble something that didn't sound like him: 'What was that.' His heart suddenly skipped a beat as he was wondering why it felt like he had been constantly sinking into the abyss ever since he had seen Erin in that state.

Then again, did this really start there? It felt like it had been awakened a while back. He had a nagging sensation in the back of his mind but couldn't quite place his finger on the root of it.

Was this okay? Should he not focus on quickly eliminating his opponents without wasting time. While most of the people here were dead, many were still alive albeit injured and weak. Would it not be better to handle his fight quickly and attend to them first rather than dragging this out to inflict despair on the enemy as they steadily realize they couldn't win and would die in this place.

He could see it working, the twisted and dumb expression on Mammon's face as he realize his trump cards had all failed to affect Tyler. It was a surprise even for him as he had no ideas how he was able to resist the Martial law and teleported away from Mammon's soul attack.

Mammon seem to be angry and frustrated as he screamed profanities at Tyler. A pitiful sight that his generals hadn't seen from him before and were staring at them in disbelief. They did not expect for anyone in this world to be capable of pushing him so far. Mammon seems to be asking how Tyler did it but Tyler would not engage him in a dialogue.

He may be calm, but he was furious. His soul yearned for absolute power but perhaps he was thinking about this all wrong. Perhaps this was his own fault. Perhaps everything had occurred this way because of his own ineptitude.

Since he came to this world, he had constantly been underestimating himself. Still trapped in his past weakness, he kept restraining his pride and never once considered himself extremely powerful.

However, here he was now standing before an actual primordial behemoth and he was completely unaffected by his attacks. And, yet, all he could think of was that he wanted more power. All he could do was wish to trample over them with absolute power. However, perhaps he was wrong and his mindset was the problem.

At this point, he was still unaware of the true source of his power so why did he think this was his limit. The last time he tried to gauge his magic potential from the crystal ball, it exploded. With his restrained thoughts and slight inferiority complex thanks to the three years, he had spent in the human continent being an absolute trash, he hadn't understood what an exploding Crystal ball had meant.

So why did he think this was the limit of his strength, he did not know, but as he stared at the screaming Mammon who seems to still be talking to him. He wanted to find out. Was he only at this level? Or did he really have no limit?

”You bastard! How the fuck did you do that? Answer me dammit! How dare you ignore ME!!”

As his thoughts came to an end, Tyler finally heard what the fool was saying. It would seem he was trying to restrict his skills and magic as he was confident in melee combat or something ridiculous like that. But If that was what he wanted then, all he needed to do was ask as even though the mental torture was working, something like a plain old physical beating was a welcomed change.

Tyler saw the Dark Garuda move to attack Mammon from behind but he stopped him with a thought as Tyler finally spoke directly to this fool while looking him directly in the eyes.

”It matters not.”

'Huh... What do you mean?”

”As I said before, you'll be dead soon. So what does it matter what I did. However, I'm yet to decide on what kind of death would cause you the maximum pain so I'll humor you.”