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Michael then exited the shop. Once more basking himself in the rays of light that softly descended upon him.

However, the outside street was no longer comparable to the one he had previously seen. All the people nearby had gathered in a corner not to far away from his position. Circling around a dark carriage drowned in coarse sheets of achromatic cloth. Running down the entire vehicle like some ingrown vines.

'What a scene indeed.'

Michael gave the bundle of unrest a glare before making up his mind. Hurridly proceeding towards the sight while listening to the cries coming from it's center.

As he traversed over the uneven stone and gravel pavement, Michael soon arrived in front of the colorful moon. Immediately going over to forcefully squeeze himself through the conpact flock of people.

Many of the ones he deliberately bumped into stared at his back in anger. But such futile efforts were just that. Futile. No one choose to act, as the unbreakable power which constructed the boy's frame must have shattered any thoughts of retaliation.

"What the hell..?"

He eventually found his way to the first row. However, not even a second before arriving, he almost felt eyes roll back. Having a hard time processing the large quantity of utter incompetence that now tainted his vision.

In the middle of this street show, right next to the carriage, stood four people who he identified as the party of adventurers. One brown haired man and woman clad in some fancy steel armour and turquoise capes. The armour's framework was rather shallow, but the set gave off an indefinite aura of sturdyness. One Michael took note off.

Then was the person next to them. A short blond haired girl covered in a turquoise cloak. Most of her features were hidden, with only a long wooden staff on her back hinting at her identity. A mage perhaps?

And last but not least, the one who most likely started this mess. A young, handsome boy with a head full of white hair. Fully suited in what resembled the radiant armour of a paladin. It was forged by a winsome type of white metal, and held togheter by a long turquoise cape which hung from the back.

His figure sparkled with a valoures heat. Even visible from within the depths hus flaming blue eyes, and the pleading shouts for righteousness.

"Can you not see, people?! This is black magic of the worst sort! Do not be fooled by the temptations of evil!"

After assessing the band of people, Michael could not help but inwardly sigh in regret. Sadly, these buffoons were no worthy opponents after all.

'Such idiots really do exist... Well, whatever.'

He only gave them a glance before exiting the crowd and then nonchalantly head over towards the dark carriage. Not paying the fervent shouts anymore attention.

However, as Michael was about to reach it, a metallic clutch coiled around his shoulder blade. It came alongside a loud yell which rocketed his eardrums. Causing him to halt in place, and digest the deafening sensation.

"Halt! Do not be tempted by the foul energies of the cursed arts! Turn back before it's too late!" The young paladin relentlessly screamed.

Although this was quiet rude, considering the boy did not have any right to forcefully stop people from going on with their business, he was unable to find anything wrong with it. After all, he had lived a long and spoiled life in his clan's home. Always having been inspired and influenced by the ancient stories of brave heroes purging evil from this world. Stopping at nothing to vanquish the demonic and it's practices.

And just as one would expect, with both status and power, he managed to join the path of a [Paladin] at only the age of seventeen. A noble type of class only one in a thousand could possibly achieve. Quickly marching fowards into this untamed world alongside his long time friends. Granting aid to the innocent, and bane to the unjust.

But no matter how many people he had helped or treated, it did not matter. For not even his belief nor family could save him now.

When he shouted, he had used one of his skills to make his faith resonate in the heart of others. But for Michael, it was just really loud and unnecessary. After all, his hearing was far beyond the level of a normal human's. Clearly shown by his abrubt, yet agonizing wince.

And as he let the ringing die down from his ear cannals, Michael felt something in his brain slowly start to tick. Building up into an unstable sand tower, until finally snapping. Causing both his eyes to wrathfully flare up.

'Actually, I haven't eaten anything today...'

The ticking sensation inside his brain started to overflow. Sparking up a chain reaction within his head which hurriedly shot through the rest of his body.

The regulating spirit pressure he had on was like a bunch of shackles. Tightly holding his cells in check as to not allow them to randomly divide or change. However, he unconsciously relased some of it. Casuing a cellular transform.

His testosterone started to spike, further igniting his flames of rage. The neurons in his brain begun to fire up. Linking together as many muscle fiber units as possible before going over to alter his gray matter level. Drastically lowering it to a value where he would now be unable to restrain how much power his muscles generated. And lastly, his heart started to beat like a galloping horse running down a cliff. Hammering into his ribs like a palpitating war drum begging for battle.

And as the innate craving for bloodshed was lit, Michael's aura molded itself accordingly. Leaking out like an acidic vapor, and spreading into the area like a rampant tidal wave.

The atmosphere became heavy and gloomy, and the air turned noticeably more dense. Evident by how the encompassing crowd began to step back in nervousness. Not wishing to be caught in between the brewing skirmish.

As for the Paladin, he immediately let go of Michael's shoulder and stepped back whilst his armour rattled on like the tail of a snake. His face started to grow pale, and the white hair lost it's luster. Disappearing together with the previous valiant aura.

"What are you doing...?"

The boy's heavy plating propelled him down. Scraping against the pavement like a calc brick being dragged against a blackboard. However, the horrid sound was barely able to hide the petrified voice which blurted out of his mouth. Sounding like a stuttering parrot.

"S...Sir...?"

But Michael did not answer immediately. First spinning around at a blinding speed. Sparking up a ripple of air which blew into the audience, and knocking back the boy.

"You should have taken your justice shit somewhere else."

From beneath the black and red robe, Michael slowly lifted up his knife shaped hand. Letting it rise above his head, and aim up at the heavens like a cursed blade.

The black nails on his fingers grew slightly longer and visibly sharper. However, no one was able to notice it, as the only thing worthy of attention was the punishing and domineering voice.

"Begone."

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[Innate Ability: Air Control]

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The cell's in Michael's arm started to integrate with his innate ability. Summoning forth the genes of his Condor, which then morphed the limb into an antenna capable of calling upon storms.

And so he swung straight down. Ruthlessly sending out a translucent crescent razor at the foolish child.

The paladin did not even have time to move away before it smacked into his armour with a thundering clang. Beating up a cloud of gravel and dust into the air.

But despite the clear display, Michael begrudgingly frowned at from behind the smokescreen. Unsatisfyingly question a foreign entity which hid on the other end.

"Who do you think you are?"

A ripple of wind blasted out from his body. Making the vered panther robe flail up into the air like a kite, and cause the mist of filth to disperse.

Before him now stood the brown haired female knight with a silver cross blade. Held in a horizontal position as to block his resent strike.

However, she did not possess any of the impressive energy from before, as her face was pale from fright and nervousness.

Michael's light swing had not only sliced her sword in half, but also grazed against her armour. Leaving a centimeter deep dent next to her shoulder, and down the ribcage. Only slightly further and it would mean the end.

"Y...You..." She was almost unable to process what had happened, as she had immediately leaped into the fray after sensing this stranger's killing intent.

"Are you insane?! You could have killed him!!" The female knight continued to scream in shock.

"Yes, I know." However, no matter what the girl said, Michael felt no remorse nor regret. Rather, something within his body kept on craving he killed the boy. How dare such a powerless, weak, and incompetent....monkey dare lecture him about what HE could and could not do?!

His anger kept on rising, and the hellish flame inside his heart burnt more and more for each second.

"Now move..." Michael's eyes grew more radiant whenever he reminisced of the hate stemming from the deep. Turning them into two blue suns that emitted a heat comparable to the exhalation of an animal about to go berzerk.

The female knight felt all the confidence she had built up over the years crumble to ash when she saw the stranger's eyes. Who was this man? To be able to slice her blade which could take the blow of a lower king...

"W...Who do you think you are to attack the young lord of the [Snow serpent clan]?! Is killing not too unnecessary here? All my party member did was try to help.." After trying to rack her brains together and looking for help, she eventually found out that this was a matter no one present could solve. Thereby going over to try and use her friend's background as a tool for negotiation. After all, the snow serpent clan was very powerful!

However, as she shakenly looked over at the cloaked man, she found nothing close to an expression which reflected regret. In fact, he seemed to....smile?

"The snow serpent clan...oh what a coincidence." Michael silently muttered. Making sure no one heard him before turning back to the girl.

"Indeed. Killing your companion would be too extreme." His eyes lost their luster, and he regained a more enclosed aura. It made the female knight breath a sight of relief, and help regain some color to her skin. Beliving that she had brought some sense into the man.

"Oh, thank you for your benevolence, kind lor...." And so she started to wholeheartedly thank him with a slightly smug smile. Relieved that her ploy had worked.

However, what she failed to notice was that from deep within Michael's blue eyes, a yellow pattern made it's way. Sizzling forth for but a second before retracting back and allowing Michael's booming voice to flow.

"So I shall castrate him." He firmly stated. His words bound by an unseen power which came from his soul.

"Wh...Wha..." The girl started to grow pale again. Not knowing what to do now. But before she could even finish stutter a word, Michael's figure whisked away in a whirlwind-like blur.

"No wai...!" She screamed out while feeling an unstoppable gale brush past her body, and kick up her brown hair. Trying her best to turn in hopes of making it in time. Sadly, her speed was much too inferior.

*SQUISH!!*

Before her body could fully swing around, an explosive smashing sound thundered out from behind. It was as if a buss full of passengers had been brutally smashed with a flaming meteorite that had fallen straight from orbit.

"AAAHHH!!!"

The female knight eventually got a view of the scene. However, the first thing her brain managed to digest was the roars of agony thrown out from the paladin's mouth, the rivers of anguish falling from his blue eyes, and the wild convulsions coursing through his body.

As for the rest, Michael now proudly stood with one foot planted right in between the boy's twitching legs. It was decked in a visible tornado which coiled around the base to the shin. Scrapping away the weak metal on the surface, and mincing the organic matter underneath like a drill. Leaving behind a bloody pool of mud.

The wind slowly dispersed. Allowing Michael to retracted his bare foot while calming himself, and quickly summoning his spirit to fix his disguise. Not even sparing another pitiful glance at these morons.

"There. You may take your leave. But freet not, for I shall purge your clan in the future. Now get out of my sight." Michael uncaringly said whilst turning around to leave. Proceeding back towards the unmoving carriage.

"Do you dare say your name?!" But as he moved off, the shaken male knight who still stood next to the mage screamed at him. Was this idiot trying to flaunt now that the show was over?

Michael didn't even care to turn around for someone of such low caliber. Only gently answering the request with one of his own.

"Do you dare tell me yours?" His voice was filled with a peculiar type of force. One that only a deranged person who would stop at nothing to fulfill his desires possessed.

And just as one would expect, he was left with silence. It seemed that these fools could bark but not bite.

"As I thought." Michael's voice echoed out. Containing within a clear spite aimed at the male knight.

The mage and knight duo only hatefuly glared at Michael's departing digure while rushing to their friend. Wishing to tend to his wounds.

"L..Lord garon. Please stay still." A tender voice came from beneath the turquoise mage as she delicately aimed her hand at the mutilated sight. Silently chanting something in hopes easing the pain.

Michael didn't bother with what they did anylonger. Finding himself rummaging through hos thoughts whilst reapproaching the carriage's entrance.

'What a vulgur and eyesore thing to witness. This town should indeed be destroyed before I depart.'

However, as the desire for battle started to fuel itself, it was stopped by a familiar translucent screen which popped up in his face.

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[Source Drain Activated!]

[Bloodline absorbed!]

[Reconstruction Activated!]

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Michael opened his eyes in surprise after he saw the notification. Deeply astonished by the sudden activation of his abilities.

'Oh? Did I get some filth on my leg?'

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[Snow Whiper cells added]

[Snow Whiper: 1%]

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'WHAT?!'

Both his opened eyeballs almost launched themselves out of his head after seeing the display. Rocketing a jolt of excitement through his entire being.

'Does every clan possess these almost extinct bloodlines? If so, that would explain their affinity and fancy name."

Michael shifted his gaze away from the black wooden door connected to the carriage and firmly onto the white boxes. Making sure to properly read them inwardly a couple of times before going back to the door. Extending his hand towards the handle, and letting it rest on top of it.

'I didn't have [Reconstruction] before, but now that I do...'

From the abyss laying dormant inside his body, where all the lingering instincts he had amassed laid dormant, a grey whisp of what resembled a beastly humanoid rouse up. Stretching out from the depths, and integrating into his soul. Further inflicting Michael with the Czar beast's inner lust for absolute power and domination.

'I should pay them all a visit...'

And so, his blue eyes took on a faint gold color as he wriggled open the carriage door. Proceeding head first in alongside the bestial aspect.