Chapter 3: The Hunt/Massacre Begins [1]

It wasn't long before the sky began to rumble—dark clouds and the gloomy rain of the Beast continent were known worldwide.

Grendel's body awoke from the shallow sleep and pain from trying to use his eyes on the Pride and Lust skills.

'It's very quiet, eerie... How long did I sleep, Ra?'

[4 hours]

He began to look around, using his Spirit Eyes to see if any enemies were around or if people's thoughts had changed since the start, but apart from the Savants becoming more anxious and the betting of the guards favouring Derek, there was nothing.

'There should be around 2 hours before we arrive at the site then, I should get some more re-'

Bang!

Suddenly a huge force impacted the side of the carriage.

The horse's body exploded into a fleshy mess, and a sharp axe sliced through the driver's neck like a piece of meat under a butcher's knife.

'Shit!?'

Grendel and the Savants were thrown around the carriage like pieces of meat smashing into each other, their bodies wrapping around the wooden support pillars with loud bangs with some cracks.

"Attack! We're under attack!"

"Protect the princess!"

"Demons! Fall back!"

"Gah!"

Inside the carriage, something began to hammer on the walls with heavy blows before the wood was chopped apart by vicious-looking hand axes, and holding them were fearsome creatures with green skin and bulging muscular bodies.

"Buhi! Kill the men! Kill the men!! Meat~ Meat!~"

'Orcs?' Grendel thought, his body pushed away by one of the Savants and slamming against a wooden pillar, the pain winding him, but a loud crack sounded as the Magicite chains unlocked from his wrist.

[Anti Magic Item Removed]

'Oh? Thanks, Ra!' Now filled with confidence, he dashed to the side of the wall, seeing an orc chopping it with bulking muscles as the Savants began to fight for their lives at the back.

He pushed out his right palm, a storm of blue light spiralling around his body before sharp shards of ice began to form in a tight spiral.

'This... is spirit magic?'

His beautiful eyes began to glow in a strange light as if he was following the memory of his body, and there were prompts on his runic board.

Grendel's eyes gleamed fiercely as he uttered, "Obey My Command! Frost Barrage!" His left hand pointed towards the orc standing at the wooden carriage wall, a powerful surge of icy energy emanating from his palm.

The freezing blast tore through the air, transforming into a barrage of sharp, frosty projectiles that rained down upon the orc with chilling precision.

Countless icy shards pierced through the orc's defences, shredding his flesh and causing the undefended chest to bleed heavily while encasing it in a layer of frost and causing it to stagger backwards in pain.

'Shit! Not enough power...'

'Demon Magic! Demon Flame!'

Undeterred by the commotion, another orc attempted to breach the carriage by hacking at the door. Grendel swiftly channelled his will, sensing the imminent danger, commanding, "Follow My Will! Fire Bolt!" With a wave of his other hand.

A concentrated sphere of scorching flames materialized and shot forth towards the orc, illuminating the dim surroundings with its fiery glow as the searing projectile collided with the orc, engulfing it in a torrent of intense heat, melting its flesh and causing its frozen skin to crack before it dropped to the ground with a thud.

[Killed Level 4 Orc Scout - Gained 6 Experience] (Level Up!)

"Magic!? how!" One of the Savants missing an arm yelled, looking at Grendel as if he killed his mother.

'Fucking Envy at a time when we're fucking outnumbered? Worthless trash...'

Grendel felt slightly tired, but his face changed as if he had discovered his true calling. His right hand glowing ice-blue, left hand demonic-red.

He stepped towards the main entrance watching the huge axe slowly hammering the door as the others tried to hold it shut.

'Ra.'

[Yes?]

'How much experience do I get for killing a Savant?'

[...]

The system gasped momentarily before the pleasant voice started to cackle manically.

[Hahahaha! Normally experience is set! 1 Experience Per Level, and the rest is a bonus for their skills or feats!]

"Obey and surrender to my absolute command," Grendel spoke not to the Savants but to the unruly Demon Magic and Spirit Magic in his hands.

'What did the level-up get me?'

Crash!

An Orcs axe crushed the door with a loud snap—wood flew from the open hole tearing through the soft flesh of many of the Savants.

Their ugly faces were visible from the gap, more than five causing many of the weaker Savants to pull back in terror.

When he saw the bonus attributes, he instantly changed them, knowing his current best chance to live was his Magic and dodging those bastard's weapons.

'Increase intellect by 2 and agility by 1!'

[Status]

Active Module: Pride/Lust

Dormant Module: Wrath/Greed/Gluttony/Envy/Sloth

[Name: Grendel]

[Title: Prince From Another World]

[Race: Hybrim (Demon/Spirit)]

[Age: 18]

[Core: Demon/Spirit(Unawakened)

[Status: ???]

[Level: 1]

[Experience: 1/10]

[Attributes]

[Free Attribute Points: 0]

[STR: 3]

[AGL: 5]

[VIT: 2]

[WIS: 3]

[INT: 6]

[Skill]

[Level 5 - Spirit Eyes]

[Level 3 - Basic Weapon Mastery]

[Level 1 - Spirit Magic]

[Level 1 - Demon Magic]

[Level 1 - Spirit Form (Locked)]

[Level 1 - Pride]

[Level 1 - Lust]

"Firebolt!" His arm pointing the Savant, who started at him with Envy and Greed before the sphere of flames melted his face before he could speak again. Looking towards a Savant who saw his actions and charged him, he lifted his right hand, closing his fingers tight to narrow the barrage, before calling out. "Frost Barrage!"

The sharp spikes shot towards the human Savant before tearing through his eyes and reaching his brain, killing him instantly—the man's body shuddered before crashing to the ground, but Grendel didn't stop. His hands began to shoot frost and fire like a crazed lunatic until only 3 Savants remained.

Crack!

Bang!

Both sides of the carriage were torn open only for the orcs to find a bloody massacre inside, a handsome young man with silver hair with both hands glowing with magical lights and corpses of more than 8 humans inside and three stronger humans who were facing off with the silver-haired young man.

"How could you kill your brothers!?"

"Are you betraying our oath!?"

"Grendel... I gave you your name, helped to when you had no memories... Is this how you want to die, a pathetic traitor?" Derek scolded Grendel, who stood at the back of the carriage, his eyes glowing with a captivating Magical light.

[Killed Level 3 Savant - Gained 3 Experience]

[Killed Level 3 Savant - Gained 3 Experience]

[Killed Level 5 Savant - Gained 6 Experience] (Level Up)

[Killed Level 5 Savant - Gained 5 Experience]

[Killed Level 4 Savant - Gained 5 Experience]

[Killed Level 6 Savant - Gained 10 Experience] (Level Up)

He placed 4 points into intellect and 2 points into agility–the moment his intellect reached 10, a sound popped up in his head, blocking out the constant whining of Derek, who spin-kicked an orc smashing his skull.

⟪Learned New Spirit Magic: Air Cutter⟫

⟪Learned New Demon Magic: Flame Wall⟫

Grendel rushed his eyes through the information–with his use of the runic board, he found it could enlarge, shrink and suit his current needs, showing a small text line in this vision so now the experience gains would ping with the gentle voice from Ra and skill gains showed a yellow text on a black background just outside his vision.

"Haha... traitor, betrayal?" He ignored the taunting swiping his left arm towards the orcs moving forward. "Stop them! Flame Wall!" A huge torrent of flames burst from the ground, incinerating their flesh and burning off the leading orc's arm, sending them flying back out of the hole in the carriage.

"I live for myself, fight for myself and kill for my pleasure!" Grendel suddenly felt the air to his right change, two huge axes cutting through the air as he threw his body towards Derek to avoid the deadly blow.

His immense speed from the agility increase helped him dodge to the side, using the pillar to run across the wall and flicking his right hand to the orcs that attacked him.

Grendel's eyes blazed with determination as he faced the two attacking orcs with a fluid command unleashing his fearsome spell.

"Rend their necks! Air Cutter!" In an instant, a howling gust of wind transformed into razor-sharp blades shooting from his fingertips towards the orcs.

The ethereal blades tore through the space, carrying the storm's wrath. They closed the distance instantly, tearing through the throats of the orcs, offering futile resistance as their heads were violently severed from their bodies.

[Killed Level 4 Orc Scout - Gained 6 Experience]

[Killed Level 6 Orc Scout - Gained 8 Experience] (Level Up!)

"You are a monster! No more than these disgusting pigs!" Derek yelled as his fist smashed into one of the orcs, dodging to the side to avoid one axe, but another sliced his chest.

Grendel didn't reply; his swift body passed the elbow that Derek tried to hit his face with as Allan, the old man, was struggling against an orc, and he placed two hands on the back of the old man with and gentle smile.

"Let me help you, Allan—if you became an experienced monster, wouldn't it be a shame?" the old man could only take the orc's axe to his chest. At the same time, his fist managed to damage the orc's throat.

They were both barely alive—until countless shards of ice pierced through his abdomen and penetrated the orc's throat, followed by a sphere of flame that burned them into ashes.

[Killed Level 4 Savant Allan Runner - Gained 5 Experience]

[Killed Level 5 Orc Warrior - Gained 8 Experience]

"Shame... Only 5 experience points... useless." Grendel muttered before turning to the flaming wall, slowly dying down, his hands swirling with Magic as the orcs stood back from the opening.

A strange look of fear towards the beautiful silver-haired human, with the bloody face and eerie smile.

'Should I let a few more knights die? Or just kill these orcs now... Hard choice.'

[You are quite the prideful villain]

"Call me a realist—they would die to the orcs or knights... What's wrong with me using them to get stronger?" Grendel said with conviction. Confidently stepping out of the carriage and seeing the carnage as the knights and orcs clashed, the knights were winning.

Speak of the devil! He saw the man with a mole that planned to kill him earlier, struggling against two orcs. When he walked past the three orcs with burnt flesh and missing limbs from the wall of fire, none of them even moved as he walked past.

However, a gentle breeze passed by...

It was followed by the melodic thud of three orc heads.

[Killed Level 5 Orc Warrior - Gained 8 Experience]

[Killed Level 5 Orc Warrior - Gained 7 Experience] (Level Up!)

[Killed Level 4 Orc Warrior - Gained 5 Experience]