"Impressive," I muttered.
A terrifying aura burst from the creature's body. Then, as if restrained, the pressure snapped silent—calm and still like a dam holding back a flood.
Its new form towered before me. It had evolved again—three eyes blinked with eerie synchronicity, and a long, powerful tail swayed behind it. It still carried the base of a Gagarion but now bore something more ancient… and far more lethal.
Truly terrifying.
Suddenly, little blobs began forming from its body—six miniature clones blinked into existence in an instant.
Screeeeech!
Their combined shriek echoed like tearing metal, but before I could track them, the clones vanished into thin air.
"You're going all out?" I grinned. "I like it."
Then—without hesitation—the creature stabbed its hand into its own gut, pulling out the same strange parasite weapon in a single, sickening drag.
Three of the clones reappeared in front of me.
Web Control. I extended one finger.
"Mould."
The web danced at my command, weaving quickly into a shape—a bullet.
I pointed my hand like a gun.
"Bang."
One clone's head exploded instantly.
I had to kill them quickly—before the Gagarion's passive kicked in.
My eyes scanned the battlefield like a madman.
Five more.
BOOM. They attacked in sync, dozens of fists crashing toward me. I blocked with my palm, but their sheer force knocked me back.
In that same moment, the Bomarite—that cursed creature—appeared before me, swinging its blade in a wide arc.
This annoying weapon. I swatted it to the side with a punch, its arm flailing upward. But it countered with its other arm, aiming to stab me through the chest.
Ting!
The clash rang out.
I slid backward.
It didn't pierce me.
"I see you," I muttered. "My armor's sturdier now. There's more to it."
I glanced down at my chest—the red markings were glowing faintly.
Or was I imagining it?
As I stood distracted, the five remaining clones reappeared, launching a flurry of punches.
"Don't interrupt me."
My head lifted—eyes glowing red.
I swung my arm in a slashing motion.
SPLAT!
Blood sprayed in every direction.
The clones were diced into mincemeat—torn apart by my web manipulation. All six were gone, now only true one remained.
Still calm, I bowed my head again to study my armor.
Screech!
BOOM!
The Bomarite tore through the air, surging toward me.
I felt an instinct stir.
The urge to use it—
Nether Beam.
I raised my finger and aimed.
Pierce.
A deadly beam began to form. I watched as the red markings across my armor streamed toward my fingertip, darkening into a deep crimson.
Then—
BEEEEEEM!
The beam roared to life, like thunder.
COUGH!
A massive hole tore through the creature's stomach. It doubled over, blood gushing from its mouth. But…
It wasn't over.
It regenerated slowly.
Then stabbed its own heart with the parasite blade.
I narrowed my eyes.
Its body convulsed violently.
Under my gaze, the weapon fused into its heart, threading through its bloodstream. I could see the infection spread—parasites swimming through its mana veins like eels in a river.
Its body turned green.
Even its eye color shifted.
Then it pointed at me, mimicking my gesture.
A beam technique?
Of course—it was a Gagarion skill from the beginning. But this… was more refined.
It fused mana into the beam—something I hadn't yet done.
So I could've done that…
I was caught off guard by my own lack of insight.
But now wasn't the time to reflect.
BOOM.
The beam tore through the air with a screeching hiss.
Echo Steps.
In a flash, a shadow clone replaced my position.
I reappeared to the side, eyes locked on the beam.
BOOM!
Boa emerged from the smoke— punching me straight into the beam's path.
What?
My thoughts scattered.
This was bad timing.
The beam struck, cracking through my armor.
The red markings lit up dangerously.
BOOM!
A shockwave exploded from my body, dispersing the beam completely.
But before I could recover—
Boa appeared again, his strike aimed directly at the cracked spot on my torso.
Crack!
The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I spat violently.
The pain was unbearable.
Why am I hurting this much?
Dark thoughts crept in.
If I die here… does that mean it's the end? Even in my own mind field?
No time to dwell.
Boa launched a barrage of attacks—relentless, monstrous.
I responded with fury.
Fist against claw, kick against strike. As we clashed, My cells were realigning mid-fight—new muscle threads forming faster than I could track them.
My body had begun to adapt to the intensity of the battle.
Then something strange happened.
I started to grin.
I was getting high… off the fight.
"I want more!"
Killer Series: Form Three – Water Kills.
The third form wasn't just strength—it was formlessness.
To attack like water. To become water.
BOOM!
I smashed my fist into its face, then, with the same arm, pointed my hand into a blade—aiming for the head.
But it caught me.
Its grip was crushing.
It leaned in—
HAHHHHH!
That stench—worse than death.
Instantly I stabbed my idle hand deep into its jaw, ripping downward.
AAAAAARGHHHH!!
It screamed, tossing me like a ragdoll across the field.
I dug my hand into the earth, halting myself mid-slide.
My voice was calm now. I looked at my bloody hand.
"How can you scream so loud… when your jaw is in my hand?"
I studied the writhing flesh, then threw it to the floor.
"Disgusting."
My new body… its adaptability…
It far surpassed the Gagarion.
This fight had reached its limit.
It's high time we ended this…..
Predator's Grace.