ushernet Chapter 71: Unknown Organization
Chapter 71: Unknown Organization
Ray looked ahead and felt an increasing danger to his life. He suddenly halted in place.
"What happened, Ray?" Seraphine asked as she frowned from within his embrace.
She too started to feel the faint threat of danger, making her immediately fall silent.
"Who is it?"
Ray put her down and squinted, looking around their surroundings.
Although he couldn't find anything wrong with the surroundings, he could definitely feel something was amiss. His intuition and increased mental strength made him very sensitive to things.
It felt like he was in an illusion.
"Hmm," Ray mumbled as he touched the grass growing by the side of the road with a frown.
Everything felt real, but at the same time, it didn't.
"Let's use my skill analyzer," Ray decided decisively.
He always turned it off or on while trailing King because he didn't want to be overloaded with information, enough to literally melt his brain. But now he had to do it.
As Ray looked at his surroundings, his brows raised in surprise.
"Come out."
Ray directly punched the ground several times before everything started to crack like a mirror, creating countless webs as if reality itself was breaking.
"This is..." Seraphine muttered nervously. Instinctively, she leaned towards him, her soft body touching his skin.
He didn't focus on this for now as he looked ahead.
Soon everything cracked and revealed a new place. Ray and Seraphine found themselves inside a building with the shelves completely shut.
"Interesting," Ray's mouth twitched as he caught her by the waist and jumped up just as the building was about to collapse on them.
Ray's jump was almost equivalent to flying straight into the air.
When Seraphine looked down at the five-story-tall building that had already collapsed, she frowned.
"Elyon?" her eyes narrowed.
"Is this Elyon's ability?" Ray asked, amused.
The person was wearing an old dress worn by people, no, knights, from Europe. He wore a chainmail shirt, each ring interlocked with care, worn over a padded red gambeson.
Before Ray could reach him, the guy stood in the blink of an eye while pointing the thin sword at him.
The sword looked more like a stick; however, it still gave off a feeling of sharpness from its edges.
"Interesting sword you've got there," Ray flexed his muscles, stretching his fingers.
"You can't beat me," the man scoffed as a flash of light shone brightly, causing even Ray to close his eyes.
The next moment, Ray felt a pain in his chest as he opened his eyes to see the sword stabbing his chest right to his heart.
Ray broke out in a cold sweat. If his skin wasn't thick enough, he might really have been pierced in one strike, and his heart destroyed.
If that had happened, even with the Rejuvenation ability with Physique and Vitality, he still wouldn't be able to live for long. Ray didn't have the capability to live if his heart was destroyed, at least not yet.
Ray punched with his fist, and the light flashed in the surrounding area.
The next moment, the man had taken a distance from him.
"Now be arrogant, you arrogant bastard." The man put his thin sword forward, the corner of his mouth curving upwards.
"Don't underestimate him, Roger."
"Call me Lancelot," Roger said with a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Hey, he could force King to die twice; he's useful," Elyon said calmly, standing up from the ground and straightening his collar.
"Do you really want to invite him to the organisation?" Roger's expression changed slightly.
"He's worthy. Didn't you see the video I sent you?"
"Yeah, I saw it, but without speed, he's nothing," Roger replied with a trace of disdain, though he was undoubtedly moved.
Ray really did have monstrous strength, after all.
"Hmm?" Elyon coughed up blood again, two of his front teeth falling to the ground.
"Bastard, I want to kill you," Elyon muttered furiously, glaring at the two teeth in his hand. Rage flared in his eyes as he turned to face Ray.
"I thought he was joining us," Roger said lightly, his tone almost mocking.
"But—" Elyon hesitated, gritting his teeth. The pain from his broken tooth only fueled his hatred further.
"Have you even asked me if I wanted to join you weaklings?" Ray's deep voice cut through the two, making both of them involuntary shudder.