Chapter 9: Manliness is Impulsiveness (1/2)

Chapter 9: Manliness is Impulsiveness

Translator: OneshotwonderEditor: Tehrn

”Czennn...”

The Zerg's attack pierced through Wang Tong's right thigh. As the Zerg retracted its limb, it took Wang Tong with it and left him hanging upside down in the air. The pain caused Wang Tong to react as he delivered a palm strike towards the limb that was partially inside of him. His attack was accurate and sliced the Zerg’s leg in half, while Wang Tong fell to the ground with the claw still sticking out of his right thigh.

Wang Tong thought that this would be his last moment.

”Raaarhhhh.”

Charcoal let out a cry that sounded both courageous and unnatural. He clutched a wooden stake under his arm and charged towards the Zergs that had surrounded Wang Tong. His display unit that was usually dimly lit was then flashing with bright colors.

”Kommm.”

The stake rammed into the Zerg and sent it flying before the rest of the Zergs were able to grasp what had happened. Charcoal quickly picked Wang Tong up into his mechanical arms and ran away as fast as he could.

The Zergs immediately started to pursue them as they howled and roared along the way. Charcoal could almost see the entrance to the mine from where he was, but their way out had been cut off by the surrounding Zergs.

”Put me down Charcoal!” Wang Tong yelled at Charcoal after he figured that the Zergs were only interested in him and not Charcoal.

To Wang Tong's surprise, Charcoal ignored his order for the first time. Charcoal did not reply; instead, he continued carrying him while trying to find a way out.

Suddenly, Charcoal stopped moving. His body slowly rose until it was hovering above the ground. Charcoal released his set of mechanical arms and freed Wang Tong from his cradling.

”Master, run...run...away.”

Wang Tong tumbled to the ground and turned his head, he saw Charcoal's chest had been penetrated by a sharp claw that now protruded from his back. Charcoal hung on the claw tip limply and wiggled his body in attempts to break free of the claw tip. The Zerg showed no interest in a robot, it raised its other arms and hacked at Charcoal as if it were trying to finish him off as fast as possible. Charcoal fell on the ground in broken pieces.

A Zerg with dark red skin clawed its way out of the throng of Zergs, Wang Tong had never seen a Zerg like it. The dark red-colored Zerg seemed to have taken a particular interest in Wang Tong as it strode towards him. As it walked over Charcoal's tattered frame, it stomped on one of its limbs on top of it and crushed Charcoal into shreds. The Zergs were well known for their appetite for torturing and playing with their captured prey. This red-colored Zerg must have done this intentionally to satisfy its sadistic need.

Wang Tong’s fury re-ignited, a knot of fire burst inside his belly. His body and mind surrendered to a rage which wiped clean all thoughts and emotions save one:

“Kill! Kill! Kill!

The tactics resumed itself; rage-imbued GN nodes whirled around each other with increasing speed which turned everything on their path into furious burning lines. A gust of soul energy shaped like a whirlwind slid out of Wang Tong's EMF. As a slew of energy blasted from the eye of the whirlwind, Wang Tong's body levitated into the air.

Two hundred and fifty-six GN nodes suddenly ignited from the overpowering volatile energy while releasing the GN force that was stored within. As GN power started to fill up Wang Tong's Dantian—an internal nexus of GN powers located near the navel—they condensed tighter as more and more GN power was forced in. A few moments later, the immensely tight knot of GN force reached its limit and finally burst spectacularly.

”Konnnn.”

Wang Tong rushed into the throng of Zergs and attacked in berserk madness. His body movements were not at all coordinated, but every strike carried a deadly and unstoppable GN force. Wang Tong ended most of Zerg's lives with a single punch while some less fortunate Zergs were torn to shreds by Wang Tong’s bare hands.

Wang Tong could not think of anything else except for retribution and, soon, even that thought had begun to fade away with his consciousness. He delivered a strike but could not feel the warmth of the green blood that splattered all over his face. He struck another one, this time he couldn't even remember why he was fighting. His rage returned, and he delivered the third blow without understanding why he did so.

His consciousness was enslaved and trampled by the raw and untamed GN force. His pupils had disappeared and left a pair of lifeless whites set motionless in the socket. He was on the verge of becoming a ”Deranged”.

Cultivating one's EMF was an intangible matter that relates to one’s soul, careless training could cause severe disruptions to one's mental balances, forcing the trainee to become a so-called ”deranged”- A person who fell in an irreversible state of madness with an uncontrollable inclination toward violence.

Every year there were reports of hasty training that inflicted derangement to trainees. Once they became inflicted, some trainees had become vegetables, but most were dead soon after falling into madness.

A very few of the deranged had benefited from the unstable mental state which caused their EMF to grow exponentially. However, without their consciousness, they often went on a killing spree before they were inevitably hunted down by the Confederation.